Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

When Liu Dabiao saw Qiao Rui coming at him with a knife, he felt panic in his heart, but also a fear. He took a deep breath, bent his legs slightly, gathered energy in his chest, and used the energy to move his palms. He stretched out one palm forward, with the palm wind going straight to Qiao Rui's face, and the other palm followed later. At the same time, the energy was faintly locked onto Qiao Rui's chest, making it impossible for him to take care of both. His two palms, one real and one virtual, coordinated with each other, and the transitions between the real and the virtual were mysterious.

Qiao Rui was slightly startled, wondering how this guy's moves suddenly became so brave and brilliant. At the same time, he felt vaguely that this move was somewhat familiar. Without thinking too much about it, he retracted the Yanling Knife and blocked it in front of him with the back of the knife.

With a "bang", Qiao Rui felt a huge force coming at him and could not help but take two steps back. When he looked at the goose-feather knife made of fine iron in his hand, he found that it was bent and deformed in the middle and could no longer be used.

Liu Dabiao also took a few steps back. It was obvious that his internal strength was inferior to Qiao Rui's. However, he had no way to retreat. He didn't care about the churning of internal energy. He touched the ground with his toes, leaped into the air, gathered strength in both palms, and struck down from a high place. This move took advantage of the falling palm. It was extremely powerful and relied on the wind from the falling palm, forcing Qiao Rui to have no way to dodge and could only take it head-on.

"Humph!"

Qiao Rui snorted coldly, threw away the goose-feather knife in his hand, changed his gestures, and used the Vajra Palm fiercely, using the "Vajra Holding Pagoda" move to block Liu Dabiao's powerful palm.

"Oh!"

The two pairs of iron palms collided, making a dull sound. Qiao Rui's body shook and he took a few steps back to relieve the force. He was surprised, "So this is the Kung Fu. No wonder it's so fierce. Let's see whose is stronger!"

Qiao Rui immediately lowered his body, calmed his breath and concentrated his mind, let the energy flow throughout his body, then placed two-tenths of it on his feet and eight-tenths on his palms. Then he pushed off the ground with his legs and rushed out with the force of wind and thunder, his palms fiercely and quickly, heading straight for Liu Dabiao's chest.

Liu Dabiao saw that Qiao Rui's move was extremely powerful and seemed to have the same origin as the three moves he had learned. He was surprised and immediately used the last move he had learned with all his strength. These three moves were extremely powerful and he had always used them as his trump card. He didn't expect that he would meet an opponent today who could break two of his moves. He had to fight for the third move with all his might.

He suppressed the churning in his chest, raised his internal strength, and stepped forward with his legs, changing from front empty to back solid. He crossed his palms and raised them up, like drawing a bow to gather strength, and when Qiao Rui rushed over, he used all his strength to push out violently.

"Bang!"

A violent sound spread out, like the sound of metal clashing.

Qiao Rui took five or six steps back and pushed his left foot back to stop. He felt his hands going numb and almost unconscious. He had many tricks that could break and defend against Liu Dabiao's last trick, but he really wanted to see which was more powerful, the authentic Beggars' Sect or the one he learned, so he chose a head-on confrontation. The result lived up to his expectations.

Liu Dabiao was seen being blown away like a broken bag, and his body did not fall to the ground until he hit the city wall. Blood gushed out of his mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs. He was silent when he landed on the ground.

"Hall Master!"

"You villain, how dare you kill my leader? My Beggars' Sect will never let you go!" The only three seriously injured Beggars' Sect disciples who were left could not help but howl and shout when they saw their leader being killed, and they kept cursing and swearing.

The ruffians around were also in a commotion and talking a lot.

"This guy is so bold that he even killed the leader of the Beggars' Sect. Isn't he afraid of revenge from the Beggars' Sect?"

"Where on earth did this person come from? He is so powerful!"

"His sword and palm techniques are more powerful than the last. If I could just learn any of them, I could dominate the world!"

Lin Wenyuan, who was not far away, pursed his lips and was about to sigh, but he saw that his senior sister Feng Feiyan's eyes were shining, with an expression of excitement, and he hurriedly said: "Senior sister, please don't cause trouble. Provoking others for no reason will only make people annoyed." He pulled his senior sister out of the city, and said as he walked: "Besides, when the Beggars' Sect's branch comes, many things will happen. Although we don't have to care about the Beggars' Sect, we are too lazy to get involved in it and delay our journey. Up to now, we haven't found a single outstanding disciple. When we return to the mountain, you will be scolded by the master again!"

"I know, I know! Stop nagging!" Feng Feiyan rolled her eyes at her junior brother in dissatisfaction. She said she knew, but her eager look and the way she kept looking back made people worry that she would suddenly turn around and rush over to challenge others. After all, she had done this many times.

"Sister, did you figure out what's going on with the last few moves?" In order to divert his sister's attention, Lin Wenyuan asked as they walked.

Feng Feiyan reluctantly glanced at Qiao Rui for the last time, then lazily sat on her horse and said, "It is said that the Beggars' Sect has a rule that hall masters can learn three moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms based on their merits, altar masters can learn six moves, helm masters can learn nine moves, and elders at all levels can learn twelve to fifteen moves. Liu Dabiao has been the hall master for more than ten years, so he must have been able to learn three moves based on his merits and seniority. The moves he used in the end should have been three moves from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. I wonder what kind of martial arts that other guy used that could actually compete with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

Shaking the wine pot, Feng Feiyan drank the little remaining wine in one gulp, exhaled a long breath of wine, and then went on to say: "The palm method he used at the beginning was vigorous and exquisite, which must be the superior martial arts of Shaolin. The sword method he used later was domineering and sharp, and his internal strength was powerful and masculine, which should also be the superior martial arts of Shaolin. As for the last palm, it seems to be from the same origin as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and even more domineering." As the voices gradually faded away, the two slowly disappeared outside the city.

A soldier guarding the city gate saw that a leader of the Beggar Gang had been killed, and was about to go over to deal with it, but a lieutenant came over and shouted in a low voice: "Stop, don't cause trouble for me!" He looked at Qiao Rui with fear, and said to the soldier: "These people in the martial arts world fight and kill all day long, and the Qingtian Guards will take care of them. It's not your turn to step forward. Just stand guard and take care of the people coming in and out."

After teaching the soldier a lesson, the lieutenant walked away unsteadily, still muttering, "The people of the Beggars' Sect are not good people either. It would be better if they were all killed!"

Inside the city, Qiao Rui looked at the soldiers at the city gate. Seeing that they avoided his gaze and dared not look at him, he despised them in his heart, thinking that the government's majesty was so insufficient. No wonder the Beggars' Sect dared to be so rampant. It seemed that the Sky Guards had a long way to go to regain their prestige! He glanced at the Beggars' Sect disciples who were glaring at him angrily, curled his lips, got on his horse, and left the city gate. The gangsters looked at each other, and a hunchbacked ugly man shouted, "If we don't leave now, when will we leave?" When everyone heard this, they immediately felt that it made sense, and rushed out of the city gate like a swarm of bees, leaving only three injured Beggars' Sect disciples who were unable to stop him and kept cursing.