Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

"What good would it do me to steal such a secret book?"

Qiao Rui told everyone that not only did he not have the time to commit the crime, he also had no motive to do so. He was a top-notch martial artist, so how could he look down on the inferior demon-subduing sword technique?

This explanation is very domineering, but too shocking.

"He learned all the top martial arts? He's just bragging, right?"

"That's right. It's extremely difficult for ordinary disciples to learn advanced martial arts. Otherwise, Fan Bin wouldn't have reacted so strongly when he lost the Demon-Subduing Sword Technique. Even Senior Brother Chu and Senior Brother Yan, the proud disciples of heaven, only have one or two top-level martial arts. How could Qiao Rui have learned all the top-level martial arts?"

"That's hard to say. Since he dared to say this in front of so many people, he must have something to hold on to. At least the Dragon Subduing Palm is undoubtedly a top-level martial art. In addition, he once captured and killed a red apricot, so his Qinggong may also be top-level. In addition, there may be some hidden skills that no one knows about. It is not impossible that he is proficient in several top-level martial arts."

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After hearing such analysis, everyone couldn't help but gasp. Is Qiao Rui really that terrifying?

If that were true, then he would not bother to steal the demon-subduing sword technique.

"Humph, you are just making up a story!" Ma Wencai snorted coldly, "Who said you have no motive for committing the crime?"

"Back then, Shaolin almost crippled your martial arts and expelled you from the mountain gate, so you held a grudge and waited for an opportunity to take revenge. This was your motive. Who knows if you stole the secret book and deliberately damaged it to vent your dissatisfaction? Fan Bin was just an unlucky guy who got hurt."

Huh? That was not impossible. The crowd split into several groups. Some supported Ma Wencai, while others believed in Qiao Rui. Everyone had different opinions. The arguments suddenly became louder, and the scene was in chaos.

"quiet!"

Bu Jing shouted loudly, suppressing the quarrels in the room. He said in a cold voice with a sullen face, "Qiao Rui, it is hard to tell whether you did this or not, so I won't talk about it for now. But you have caused trouble time and again, and every one of them is related to you. Since you came to Shaolin, this quiet place of Buddhism has never been quiet. For this one thing alone, it is not a bad idea to record a minor offense against you."

Qiao Rui had been punished twice for a major offense and twice for a minor offense. If he was punished for another minor offense, he would be expelled from Shaolin. He refused to comply and sneered, "Since when did the Discipline Court's judgments no longer depend on right and wrong but only on who has more trouble? I have been slandered and framed many times, but you don't go find the mastermind behind it, but punish me without reason. What is your intention?"

"You were framed? What a joke! The fragments were found in your room, right?" Before Bujing could say anything, Ma Wencai jumped out again. He sneered and pointed at the thin book in Bujing's hand and said, "And what about the secret book? You are going down the mountain tomorrow, but you hid the secret book in your luggage. Are you going to take it out secretly? We in Shaolin have repeatedly warned that you are not allowed to take the martial arts secret book in the Sutra Pavilion down the mountain without permission. You knowingly violated the rules. What crime should you be punished for?"

So it was waiting for me here. Qiao Rui was angry, but he had to explain, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "That book was given by an elder. It is not the secret book originally in the Sutra Library."

“What nonsense, Qiao Rui! How dare you lie in front of me? Don’t you think the laws of my Discipline Institute are not strict enough?” Bujing’s eyes widened as he shouted at Qiao Rui, then opened the book and read: “Shaolin martial arts emphasizes the foundation. To strengthen the foundation, you must first practice the periosteum, blood, flesh and meridians, then change your tendons and cleanse your marrow to reshape your innate…”

Bujing read a paragraph before closing the book and said coldly: "What is written here in black and white is clearly the Shaolin Kung Fu, but you are confusing right and wrong and lying to my face. Qiao Rui, when will you confess your guilt?" At the end, Monk Bujing's words were as loud as thunder and his momentum soared.

Seeing that Bujing was not giving in, Qiao Rui got furious. He was not easily frightened, and said angrily, "Bujing, stop being so aggressive. I won't fall for it. I'll say it again, this secret book is my personal property and does not belong to the Sutra Library. If you keep making random accusations, I'll go to the abbot and sue you for abusing your power to exclude dissidents."

“How dare you!” Bu Jing saw Qiao Rui contradicting him again and again, defying the authority of the Discipline Institute, and now speaking rudely and vulgarly, and he was also furious, shouting: “In this quiet place of Buddhism, how can you be so arrogant and shouting here? Law enforcement team, listen to my order, arrest this beast and take him to the Discipline Institute for interrogation.”

"Yes!" Several monks from the law enforcement team came over and pointed at Qiao Rui with their sticks.

Qiao Rui could no longer control himself and shouted, "You dirty thief, you are going too far! You have repeatedly helped Ma Wencai to target me. Do you really think I am made of clay?"

When these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was shocked. Qiao Rui actually dared to scold Senior Brother Bujing like that. He called him a bald donkey in front of the monks. It was simply insane. Who gave him the courage?

Qiao Rui was too lazy to pay attention to the shock of others. He used all his energy in his Dantian to strike out to subdue the dragon. While the monks had not yet completely surrounded them, he took the initiative and used the "Shock a Hundred Miles Away" move.

This move was a group attack move from Jiang Long Wu Hui's palm. It was fierce, wild and powerful. Wherever the palm force reached, the law enforcement monks were knocked to the ground. Two monks were the first to be hit and were beaten back five or six steps. The last one staggered and sat on the ground, spitting out blood.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Qiao Rui retreated instead of advancing, turned quickly, and attacked behind him like lightning. Two Prajna Vajra Palms pierced through the shadows of the sticks and hit the two monks on the chest respectively.

With two muffled bangs, the two men flew backwards and fell to the ground, losing the strength to fight again.

In a flash, Qiao Rui defeated four people in a row. He was truly invincible and domineering.

"How dare you, you thief!" Seeing Qiao Rui acting so rampant, Bujing was so angry that he was shaking all over. His face was as black as ink, and he roared, stepped forward quickly, and raised his palm to hit him.

This palm strike seemed simple and direct, heading straight for Qiao Rui's back, but as the captain of the law enforcement team, he had learned a set of advanced martial arts. His palm force contained a strange internal force, which was specifically designed to break people's internal strength and injure their meridians, making them lose their combat effectiveness instantly.

Qiao Rui heard the evil wind coming from behind him, and knowing that something was wrong, he did not dare to delay. He turned around and dodged. At the same time, he stepped sideways and turned around, stepped on the Xuan position with both feet, lowered his shoulders and raised his arms, and sent out his right palm from under his right armpit. It was a move called "Dragon Swinging Tail". The palm power instantly covered the important acupoints such as the unclean dantian, the left neck and the ribs.

"Good!" Chu Tianfeng, who was watching the battle, had his eyes lit up, and secretly praised in his heart: "He fought back from a disadvantageous position to win, what a life-saving killing move, is this the Dragon Subduing No Regrets Palm? It is really fierce and powerful, extremely powerful!"

Seeing that Qiao Rui not only made his palm miss, but also fought back with a fierce move, Bujing couldn't help but sigh that this guy really had the capital to be arrogant. The big monk's eyes flashed, and he turned his palm slightly, changed the angle, and met Qiao Rui's palm.

With a dull sonic boom, the two men's palms touched each other and separated, and each took a few steps back.

A sneer appeared on Bujing's lips. You will know the power of my Mingwang Subduing Demon Palm soon.

The Ming Wang Demon Subduing Palm is a top-level martial art exclusive to the Discipline Institute. The palm power contains strange internal force. Those who are hit will feel as if their bodies are burned by karmic fire and their internal force will melt away.

Seeing Bu Jing's gloomy smile, Qiao Rui suddenly remembered that he could not use his internal force after the last fight with Bu Jing, otherwise his meridians would burn and the pain would be unbearable. He was horrified and said to himself: "Oh no, I have fallen into the trap of this bald donkey again!"