Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

"Oh no, I've fallen into this bald ass's trap again!"

Qiao Rui sighed secretly and checked his palm quickly. He saw a flash of red on the palm of his right hand. A blazing line of fire wrapped around the meridians in his right hand and went straight to Qiao Rui's dantian.

Qiao Rui was horrified, and a strong internal force instantly surged out of his dantian, wrapping around the line of fire and trying to squeeze it out of his body.

The two masculine internal forces collided with each other. The impure and fiery internal force was like a red-hot iron rod inserted into a snowball, instantly melting a part of Qiao Rui's internal force, but its own force was also weakened a lot, until Qiao Rui's internal force was almost exhausted, and the strange fire line internal force also completely dissipated.

So that's how it is. It seems we have to make a quick decision. This solution seems simple, but it consumes a lot of internal energy and requires quick reaction. It can instantly mobilize a large amount of internal energy to encircle and intercept the invading internal energy.

This action is a long story, but in fact it happened in a flash. Qiao Rui instantly removed the impure internal force. His eyes were filled with domineering aura. He shook his right hand and sneered, "Nothing more!"

Bu Jing was a little surprised to see that Qiao Rui had broken his proud trick so quickly, but more angry. He roared, rushed forward, and raised his palm to hit him.

Qiao Rui stopped talking and attacked quickly, using the No Regrets Subduing Dragon Palm and the Vajra Palm in turn. After returning from the back mountain, his internal strength had increased a little, and he also acquired two top-level martial arts, but he had never really been able to display his strength. His usual sparring with Yan Kuan was just sparring after all. Today's battle, in which he let go of all his strength, was truly exhilarating and extremely enjoyable.

This battle made the surrounding brothers and sisters dumbfounded and horrified. "Who is this Qiao Rui? How could he fight Brother Bujing to a draw?"

"I heard that when he was in the Third Courtyard some time ago, he could only take one palm strike from Senior Brother Bujing, but now he can hold on for so long. How did he practice his martial arts? Is he gifted?"

"That move just now seemed to be the Prajna Vajra Palm. I've seen Senior Brother Bu Gu practice it before. This guy is really a master of top-notch martial arts. How enviable!"

Everyone was talking and discussing the fight, but Yan Kuan was anxious and had no joy on his face. He looked around as if searching for something, "Why hasn't Master arrived yet?"

Everyone thought that Qiao Rui could really compete with Senior Brother Bujing on equal terms, but Yan Kuan realized that Qiao Rui was already at the end of his strength. Each of his moves and styles carried tremendous power, but consumed a lot of energy. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for long and would be captured when he was exhausted. The outcome would probably not be good.

Qiao Rui was breathing heavily and his face was flushed. Steam was rising from his head. It was obvious that he had pushed his skills to the limit. Yan Kuan quickly scanned the crowd and saw that his master had not appeared yet. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Stop it, both of you!"

After saying that, Yan Kuan flew into the field, he clenched his fists, and then his fingers flicked out one by one. The shadows of his fingers were as heavy as blooming polo flowers. There was a continuous hissing sound of the wind, ten times in a row, and ten finger forces hit the unclean palm one by one, forcing him to stop.

As early as when Yan Kuan spoke, Qiao Rui had already stopped and stepped aside. Yan Kuan used the Dolo Leaf Finger to block the uncleanness for him. He felt touched. Yan Kuan was really good to him. Seeing that the uncleanness had stopped, Qiao Rui breathed a sigh of relief.

"Amitabha!" Bujing bowed, then frowned and shook his head, sighing, "Although the Duoluo Leaf Finger is extremely powerful, Junior Brother Yan doesn't seem to have mastered it. The finger force that should be able to pierce rocks and shatter gold can't even be moved by my bare hands. If you want to fight me with this skill, you have absolutely no chance of winning."

"Brother Bujing, you are too serious. How dare I fight with you with my humble tricks? I just acted rashly in a moment of desperation. I hope you will forgive me." Yan Kuan returned the salute and said with a wry smile.

"Since you don't want to fight with me, why are you standing up for others?" Bujing said expressionlessly.

"Although we are not brothers from the same master, we are from the same school after all. Can't we discuss things together? Why bother with each other?" Yan Kuan persuaded with a smile.

"What a joke," Ma Wencai jumped out again. He was stout, dark-skinned, with a square face and a wide mouth. He looked honest, but he started to stir up trouble as soon as he opened his mouth. "Qiao Rui stole and damaged the secret book, secretly brought the secret book down the mountain, spoke rudely to my senior brother, and beat up the monks of the law enforcement team. Every one of them violated the Shaolin rules. It was reasonable for my senior brother to take him to the Discipline Institute, but why do you say it's my senior brother's fault?"

Yan Kuan was kind and gentle, and he didn't like to argue with others, but he wasn't stupid, so he didn't let Ma Wencai set the tone. He glanced at Ma Wencai and said calmly, "Everything you said was caused by the first two things, but you have no evidence for these two things. It's ridiculous to convict Qiao Rui based on speculation alone."

He paused, and then said, "Speaking of destroying the secret book, I think you, Senior Brother Ma, are also suspicious. You were the last one to come to the dining hall for dinner today, right? No one knows what you were doing before. Maybe you went into the wrong room and took some secret book!"

“You…” Ma Wencai had never expected that Yan Kuan, who usually kept a low profile, would be so sharp-tongued and point the finger at him directly. He could not help but angrily said, “I just finished my punishment today. I reported to Uncle Wuchen and went straight to the dining hall. I never went to any meditation room. Don’t slander me!”

"Brother Ma, you can't stand it? You keep saying that Qiao Rui stole the secret manual, but have you ever thought that you are also a suspect?" Yan Kuan grinned. The more angry Ma Wencai was, the calmer he became. Seeing that Ma Wencai wanted to refute, Yan Kuan waved his hand and interrupted, "I just said that, I didn't say it must be you who did it. Is it necessary to be so excited?"

Ma Wencai glared at him and said, "You didn't say I did it, but your implication is that I did it. How can I not be excited?"

“Okay, okay, I won’t talk about this anymore.” Seeing that Ma Wencai was about to get angry again, Yan Kuan waved his hand and said with a smile: “Then let’s talk about the second thing. You insisted that Qiao Rui secretly hid the secret book and went down the mountain, but Qiao Rui said that it was his own thing. In fact, this is very easy to check.”

"How can I check it?" Bu Jing frowned and said, "Shaolin martial arts are vast and this secret book has no name. I can't check all the martial arts in the Sutra Library one by one, right?"

"That's not necessary!" Yan Kuan said with a smile, "I heard that Senior Brother Bu Gu from Damo Academy has studied all the Shaolin martial arts and is known as the mobile Sutra Library. Why not ask him to take a look? He should be able to tell whether this secret book belongs to the Sutra Library."

"Senior Brother Bugu? He can tell at a glance whether it is the secret book in the Sutra Repository." Bujing's expression eased slightly and he nodded slightly. He turned around and ordered a monk to go to the fifth courtyard to invite Senior Brother Bugu.

Yan Kuan resolved the tense situation with just a few words. Although Bujing was still glaring at Qiao Rui, he at least stopped attacking him.

Everything seemed calm and the rainstorm stopped suddenly.