Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

As soon as Qiao Rui and Hou Zijian started to fight, they exchanged several moves. The fight was fast, fierce, thrilling and dangerous. There was murderous intent everywhere between the flashes of swords and shadows of palms. The battle between masters was indeed extraordinary.

Everyone around was watching in fascination and extremely nervous. Hou Zijian was indeed a first-rate master with profound internal strength and long Qi channels. The "Yin Sha Palm" moves on his hands were ruthless and vicious, and his palms were as strong as iron. Every time they collided with the Moon-Chopping Blade, there was a sound of metal clashing. Could it be that this man had trained his palms to be as hard as a zombie?

Looking at Qiao Rui again, he is indeed a young hero. Although his internal strength is slightly inferior, his breathing is steady and he is able to handle things with ease. The Moon-Cut Blade in his hand is shining with a cold light, and the "Arhat Breaking Vows Sword Technique" is unleashed, like a surging river with long-lasting momentum, he is truly fierce and domineering, and incomparable.

"It turns out that this kid is from the Shaolin lineage!" The old man with a long beard next to Lu Batian suddenly said.

"Oh? Are you sure, Mr. Duan?" Lu Batian frowned. If it was a Shaolin disciple, it would be a bit tricky.

The old man with a long beard, called Mr. Duan, twirled his beard and nodded, saying, "This boy is using the advanced Shaolin martial art 'Arhat Breaking Precepts Sword Technique'. This sword technique is powerful and fierce, and is a rare and fierce sword technique in Shaolin besides the 72 unique skills. His internal strength is also majestic and fierce, which is also a characteristic of Shaolin's internal strength. I just don't know which Shaolin monk is his master."

"This boy's martial arts skills seem to be better than Yan Qing's. His master must be a great monk from Shaolin. It will be a bit troublesome for me to avenge Yan Jun now!"

Lu Batian judged others by himself. His eldest son, Lu Yanqing, was very talented and had great martial arts skills at a young age. That's why he was noticed by the Eight Bags Elder of the Beggar Gang and accepted as his disciple. Therefore, he thought Qiao Rui would also be accepted as a disciple by the Shaolin monks. This made him hesitate for a while.

Looking at Qiao Rui, who was fighting a second-rate fighter against a first-rate fighter without losing at all, Lu Batian gritted his teeth secretly, "We must not let him grow up. This boy has the support of Shaolin, and his own talent is also amazing. In time, he will definitely become a great enemy of my son Yanqing. Since we have become enemies, we must kill him today, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

“Longxing City only needs one young talent, and that can only be my son Lu Yanqing!”

Having made up his mind, Lu Batian whispered to Mr. Duan secretly: "If Zijian can't win later, I hope Mr. Duan will take action and take the life of that little thief!"

"This..." Mr. Duan hesitated. Although he was a martial arts master, he did not dare to provoke Shaolin, a major martial arts sect.

"There will be a generous reward later!" Lu Batian felt a little unhappy. Although Mr. Duan was a martial arts master, he was a little timid. He seemed cold and arrogant, but in fact he was cautious and afraid of death. It was difficult to drive him without great inducement.

"This... is good!" Mr. Duan thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement. The two of them stopped talking and looked at the fight in the arena again.

In the arena, Qiao Rui and Hou Zijian had been fighting each other for dozens of moves and the fight was intense.

Hou Zijian was unable to defeat the opponent after a long battle, and he felt a little embarrassed. He was anxious and thought to himself, "It seems that this boy was injured by my junior brother last night. How come his internal strength recovered overnight?"

"Plus, his sword skills are superb and his moves are smooth and flawless. It will probably take me several hundred moves to defeat him. Even if I win, it will be humiliating. If I want to end the battle quickly, I have to force him to abandon his sword and fight with me to determine who is better!"

Thinking of this, Hou Zijian shouted loudly and urged his internal strength wildly. His originally dark blue right hand turned even darker and darker and glowed faintly. He bent his right hand into a claw and stretched it out suddenly. With a "clang" sound, Hou Zijian grabbed the blade that Qiao Rui was chopping towards him. At the same time, he used his left hand as a knife to quickly cut Qiao Rui's right wrist.

Qiao Rui's face darkened. He exerted a gentle force with his right hand and shook it violently, but he failed to break free. The blade was still held tightly by Hou Zijian.

Seeing Hou Zijian's left palm coming towards him, Qiao Rui had no choice but to let go of the knife handle with his right hand and strike out with his left hand. Using the force, he slipped and took a few steps back.

Hou Zijian snatched Qiao Rui's precious sword and threw it to the side. The sword flew out with a "whoosh" and got nailed on the pillar at the entrance of the inn, three inches deep into the wood, and the blade was still shaking.

"Good knife!"

Hou Zijian laughed loudly, moved forward, and slapped Qiao Rui in the chest.

Knowing that Hou Zijian wanted to force him to use palm techniques to compete with him in internal strength, Qiao Rui was not afraid of the poisonous palm even though it was difficult to deal with. He had not used his best skills yet. He pursed his lips slightly, snorted in his heart, raised his palm and used the "Vajra Palm" to meet the attack.

Hou Zijian's palms were dark green and had a faint stench of rotting corpses. Qiao Rui was afraid that his palms were poisonous, so he relied on his mysterious body movements to deal with him, and occasionally used one or two powerful moves to attack him, but did not make contact with his palms. In this way, even though Qiao Rui's "Vajra Palm" martial arts was superb and the moves had been mastered by him, he was still restrained in the fight and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Oh, is Young Master Qiao going to lose?"

"Yeah, it looks like Master Qiao can't beat that guy!"

People around were talking about it and were quite worried about Qiao Rui's current situation.

After Bi Yuntao's disturbance at Yunlai Inn and Tian Jing's suspicion of murdering her husband, the people around had a very good impression of Qiao Rui. His loyalty to Tian Jing, his tact and calmness in handling the murder case, and his bravery and chivalry in killing a red apricot were all things that everyone talked about with relish.

Tian Jing, who was standing next to him, was also extremely anxious when she saw Qiao Rui collapsing. Her pretty face turned pale with fear. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her tender fingers were tightly clenching her sleeves, trembling slightly. She didn't even realize that she had become so concerned about Qiao Rui.

On the other hand, on Lu Batian's side, everyone looked relaxed and smiling, giving instructions and joking about the battle, with an expression that they were sure to win.

"This palm technique is called 'Vajra Palm', it is a high-level palm technique of Shaolin School, quite superior!" Mr. Duan, an old man with a long beard, explained the situation in the field to Lu Batian. "This palm technique is fierce and exquisite. Qiao Rui is afraid of Hou Zijian's poisonous palm and dare not fight it. He only uses some exquisite moves to break it up. His martial arts skills can only be fully exerted. Defeat is not far away!"

Mr. Duan smiled and felt relieved. It would be best if Hou Zijian killed Qiao Rui directly. If he could avoid provoking Shaolin, he should try his best not to provoke this behemoth.

Lu Batian felt happy after listening to Mr. Duan's analysis. By getting rid of Qiao Rui, the stumbling block, on the one hand, he eliminated the hidden danger in advance, and on the other hand, it was also a warning to the monkeys. He would unify the inn and restaurant market in Longxing City, and no one would dare to obstruct him. When Yan Qing returned after completing his training, with the support of the Beggars' Sect and gold and silver paving the way, there would be a place for him, Lu, in the world.

Lu Batian had a deep plan. Now that the prospects were smooth and the general trend was about to be determined, he felt a surge of excitement in his heart and could not help but say loudly: "Zijian, make a quick decision so that we can go back and celebrate for you earlier!"