Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

All the disciples who practiced elementary martial arts were divided into four teams: fist, palm, knife and stick. Those who practiced advanced intermediate martial arts were further divided into several teams.

While practicing the moves and shouting the mantras for exerting strength, Qiao Rui mixed in with the group of people practicing Luohan Fist. It was easy for him to imitate them.

Coach Ma was still walking through the various ranks, disciplining his disciples with his fists and feet, with a rude and bad attitude, truly worthy of the name "Lord Horse".

He would occasionally glance at Qiao Rui, and seeing that Qiao Rui was learning very well, he didn't say anything.

After practicing two rounds of Arhat Fist, he switched to Weituo Palm. After completing the two rounds, he practiced Wind and Fire Stick Technique and Mountain-Splitting Knife Technique respectively.

The whole morning passed peacefully, and at 2:30 p.m., we had lunch.

"What are your plans for the afternoon?" Qiao Rui and Bian Xiaoying sat together and chatted while eating.

After Qiao Rui showed off his cooking skills at breakfast, no one dared to provoke him anymore, and no one dared to snatch the dishes they liked. Of course, they would not go too far and snatch other people’s dishes.

"The afternoon practice time starts at the beginning of the Shen hour and ends before the evening meal at You hour. The time in between is free. People usually go to the Reception Hall to take on tasks and earn merit points, which are then taken to the Medicine King Courtyard to exchange for some pills to aid in practice." Bian Xiaoying introduced this to Qiao Rui while eating and drinking to her heart's content. He hadn't enjoyed a meal so much in a long time.

"Well, this arrangement is reasonable!" Qiao Rui nodded. This Shaolin method kills two birds with one stone. It not only trains the disciples, but also avoids hiring so many menial workers.

"By the way, I just looked around the training grounds and saw that there were only eighty-eight disciples besides me. Why are the first nine meditation rooms full of people?"

Bian Xiaoying stopped eating and tried hard to swallow her mouthful of food. Then she looked at Qiao Rui and said, "There are two people who were arranged by Lord Ma to live here the day before yesterday. He said that the Zen room in the fourth courtyard was crowded, so they came to stay for a while."

"Now it seems like they are targeting you on purpose." Bian Xiaoying hesitated for a moment, looked around carefully, and then whispered, "Do you have any grudge against that Horse King?"

"No!" Qiao Rui shook his head. "I don't even know him, how could I have a grudge against him?"

"Tell me about this Horse King!" Qiao Rui said again.

"I don't know much about Lord Ma. I've only been in the Third Courtyard for two years." Bian Xiaoying was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, just talk." Qiao Rui didn't care.

"I heard that Lord Ma is a prominent figure in the Fourth Courtyard, and a disciple of Master Wu Se, the head of the Discipline Court. His senior brother is none other than Senior Brother Bu Jing, the current captain of the law enforcement team."

"Oh? You're from a prominent family!"

"Well, I heard that his family is also a wealthy family in Luoyang..."

"Luoyang?" Qiao Rui frowned slightly.

"Well, what happened?"

"Nothing!" Qiao Rui did offend a few people in Luoyang. Were they doing something bad?

Bian Xiaoying talked about some things about Lord Ma again, all of which were insignificant trivialities. Qiao Rui was confused for a moment and didn't know why he was targeting him.

After dinner, Bian Xiaoying went to do tasks to earn merit points, while Qiao Rui practiced martial arts alone. He was not short of those martial arts pills, but he lacked time.

"Brother, it's him!"

In the west wing of the third courtyard, a group of people surrounded Qiao Rui who was practicing martial arts.

One of them was the man who was taught a lesson by Qiao Rui at noon. He and several sturdy young men surrounded a big man and stared at Qiao Rui viciously.

"I heard that you injured my younger brother on the first day you came here. How arrogant!" The leading man looked casual, but his tone was quite unhappy.

Qiao Rui was practicing the Luohan Fist that he had learned in the morning. He only had a few moves left to complete the set of boxing. He kept his eyes straight ahead and continued practicing, seemingly not noticing the provocation from these people.

"He really has personality!" The big man nodded, sneered slightly, and gestured to a young man next to him.

"If you want to be arrogant, you must have the capital to be arrogant. Let me weigh your weight!"

The young man suddenly jumped up and used the powerful Wei Tuo Demon-Subduing Move to attack Qiao Rui directly.

Qiao Rui only had three moves left to complete his Arhat Fist, but he was interrupted by the young man. He was unhappy and subconsciously used the moves he had just practiced.

"boom!"

The young man's powerful move, as powerful as a mountain falling on his head, was countered by Qiao Rui's simple Black Tiger Heart-Ripping Move.

"Deng deng dang deng deng!"

The young man took several steps back, and the big man behind him patted him on the shoulder, stopping him from retreating.

The young man's face turned pale and blue, and his chest heaved.

When the big man saw Qiao Rui defeat the young man with a clean and neat move, his face changed. He pushed the young man away and walked forward.

"Shaolin's third-year disciples are divided into three classes. Those with less than seven years of training are at the bottom, while those with more than eight or nine years of training and about to enter the fourth courtyard are in the second class, like this kid." The big man pursed his lips at the young man, then looked at Qiao Rui.

"The first-class ones have a certain reputation in the martial arts world and are specially recruited by Shaolin. You can beat this kid so easily, so you must be a specially recruited first-class disciple!"

The big man narrowed his eyes and looked at Qiao Rui with a forced smile, as if he was trying to find out Qiao Rui's background.

Qiao Rui smiled slightly, without commenting, but asked in return: "Since you can command the second-class disciples, it seems that you are a first-class disciple?"

"Humph!" The big man didn't manage to trick Qiao Rui into revealing his true identity, but he was secretly happy when he saw that Qiao Rui had guessed his identity.

"As a first-class disciple, you don't work hard to enter the fourth courtyard, but instead live a shabby life here. Aren't you ashamed?" Qiao Rui sneered.

"you wanna die!"

The big man was furious; this hit home for him.

He gained a lot of internal strength in a confused manner and directly entered the first-rate level, but he had never learned any martial arts moves. After being specially recruited by Shaolin, he found that his aptitude was extremely poor and he could not learn any simple martial arts.

Seeing the other specially recruited disciples quickly entering the fourth courtyard, while he was the only one staying in the third courtyard, one can imagine the resentment in his heart.

Qiao Rui inadvertently revealed his scar, which naturally made him furious. He leaped up and slapped him with his palm.

It was still the same Wei Tuo move of subduing demons in Wei Tuo's palm. The wind from his palm was rustling and mighty. This move in his hands was certainly not comparable to that of the young man at the beginning.

Seeing the opponent's extraordinary momentum, Qiao Rui's eyes lit up, and he was about to attack by gathering his internal strength, but suddenly he curled his lips and lightly swung out the Arhat Drum move.

The big man saw that Qiao Rui's seemingly random attack was actually going to hit his open goal, so his face changed drastically, he changed his moves repeatedly, used all his strength, and slapped him with one palm.

Qiao Rui chuckled, changed the angle, and used the Black Tiger Heart-Ripping Move again, using 80% of his strength and attacking directly.

"boom!"

The big man's seemingly powerful palm was blocked by Qiao Rui's left hand, but he was hit hard in the chest by Qiao Rui. He retreated four or five steps and was supported by the group of people behind him.

"The internal strength is good, but the moves are too bad, full of flaws!"

Qiao Rui shook his head and sneered. No wonder this guy couldn't get into the Fourth Courtyard yet. With this skill, it would be difficult to get into the Fourth Courtyard even if he practiced for a few more years.

"Wow!"

The big man spat out a mouthful of black blood and his face turned as pale as paper.

"You, you are so cruel!"

"You severely injured your fellow disciples and showed no mercy!"

"You have no moral principles!"

When the group of people saw the big man being beaten to the point of vomiting blood, they became a little panicked and started to criticize Qiao Rui.

Hey, you want to reason when you can’t win?

Qiao Rui sneered repeatedly.

"Who is fighting here?"

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard, with a majestic momentum.