Chapter 190: Chapter 166 My Master is the Martial Arts Genius _2
A robust, elderly man in his seventies stepped forward. It was Zhao Sanjiang, the head of Divine Fist Martial Arts Hall.
He had no choice, he had to accept the challenge today whether he liked it or not.
Otherwise, the reputation of the thirteen schools in the Martial School Alliance would hit rock bottom.
Even if it meant earning a reputation for bullying the weak, he had to do it.
"Elder, please, I will control my strength. I won’t kill you, no, I won’t hurt you," Wen Yuan promised, holding his fist in greeting.
"Come on then," Zhao Sanjiang responded. He didn’t want to talk any more. With a peak-Qi-blood of the Fifth Breakthrough level surging, both of his fists turned pitch black. Stepping forward, the ground underneath him shattered. He leapt towards Wen Yuan, pounding his fists down in quick succession.
The power behind his attacks was far greater than Duan Feng’s.
Wen Yuan used the Vajra Indestructible Skill and braced himself to face Zhao Sanjiang’s attacks.
He didn’t push himself to his limits, but exchanged blows with Zhao Sanjiang. Zhao Sanjiang was a seasoned martial artist with extensive combat experience, which was something Wen Yuan lacked. He took this opportunity to temper himself and improve his own combat experience.
After over fifty rounds of exchanging blows, Wen Yuan suddenly charged forward and punched Zhao Sanjiang in the chest, knocking him back more than ten meters. Zhao Sanjiang’s face flushed red and he almost vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Thank you for your leniency, elder," Wen Yuan held his fist in greeting.
Zhao Sanjiang’s face turned green. He turned and left without further ado. He could not bear the disgrace of staying.
"Even the head of the martial arts school was defeated. The disciples of Sanjue Martial Arts Hall are unexpectedly so powerful."
"Wen Yuan...Wen Yuan, I remember now, isn’t he the son of Hunter Wenhu? I think he’s only practiced martial arts at Sanjue Martial Arts Hall for about five or six years, yet in such a short time, his cultivation level is so high, even surpassing the head of Divine Fist Martial Arts Hall."
"Who says that Sanjue Martial Marquis doesn’t teach his disciples properly? If he didn’t, how could Wen Yuan be so powerful?"
"It seems that I need to consider sending my son to Sanjue Martial Arts Hall for training. Originally, I was thinking of sending him to Changqing Martial Arts School because it’s closer."
The surrounding citizens chimed in with various comments.
The faces of the various heads of the Martial School Alliance, however, became increasingly gloomy.
"I’ll take you on," another head of a martial arts school stepped out to face off against Wen Yuan.
This headmaster specialized in leg techniques and his movements were extremely fast as he circled around Wen Yuan.
Apparently lacking experience, Wen Yuan appeared flustered at first, and was hit by his opponent. But thanks to his strong defensive power, he managed to withstand the attack. After more than ten rounds, he gradually regained stability and stayed calm to face his challenger.
After several dozen rounds, he had roughly figured out his opponent’s routine. He then deliberately exposed a weak spot, attracted his opponent into a trap, and then grabbed his opponent’s wrist and smashed it down.
"Who’s next to teach me a lesson?" Wen Yuan called out loudly, continuing to challenge.
The more he fought, the more excited he became.
In the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, he was only able to spar with Wang Lin on normal days.
But sparring was hugely different from real combat.
The two real combat experiences had benefitted him greatly, and he wished he could have more battles.
The heads of the martial arts schools were looking upset, and for a while, no one dared to step into the ring.
Among the thirteen heads of martial arts schools, except for a few, the rest were more or less in the same league.
Since Zhao Sanjiang and another had both been defeated, if they stepped up, the result would be the same.
Finally, their gazes turned to Fu Changqing.
"Brother Changqing, only you can suppress this junior now," one head whispered.
"You want me, with my status as a Martial Marquis, to bully a youngster? If this gets out, where will I put my old face?" Fu Changqing muttered with a gloomy look.
Originally, Fu Changqing practiced first-class martial arts and had accumulated a lot of experience over many years. After he pledged loyalty to Li Wenxuan, he was given the Mutated Nine-section Heart Meat not long ago. With his strong foundation, he managed to make a breakthrough and advanced into becoming a Martial Marquis.
Originally, he saw Lu Yan as his rival. Now, he was asked to make a move on a junior. It was hard for him to swallow his pride.
"Brother Changqing, you recently made a breakthrough, and not many people know that you have become a Martial Marquis. When you make your move, you could just suppress Wen Yuan with your Qi-blood rather than your Bone Strength," one head suggested.
"This might work. If we don’t suppress this youngster today, the faces of our Thirteen Martial School Alliance will be disgracefully lost. Afterward, who will come to us to learn martial arts? Without recruiting disciples, how does our martial arts school even survive?"
"Brother Changqing, we’re counting on you," several heads uttered one after another.
Fu Changqing’s face flickered with uncertainty.
He did not foresee the events unfolding this way tonight.
Among the disciples of Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, there were figures of such formidable strength.
In their estimations, Sanjue Martial Arts Hall had only been established for six or seven years. What great masters could the disciples possibly yield?
Their own disciples would easily crush the prestige of the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, deflating their arrogance.
If Lu Yan was forced to step in- perfect. They had means to suppress him as well.
But the current situation made things difficult for them, akin to riding a tiger and it’s difficult to get off.
No matter what, they must defeat Wen Yuan today; otherwise, they would not be able to conclude this event.
"Alright, for now, we have no other choice. Postpone the announcement of my becoming a Martial Marquis by a year,"
Fu Changqing made a decision, whispering an instruction, then he stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Wen Yuan.
Wen Yuan piqued Fu Changqing’s curiosity, "Are you a direct disciple of Lu Shanchuan?" He asked.
"No, I’m just a nominal disciple."
Wen Yuan shook his head.
In the beginning, Wen Yuan was just an apprentice. Not long ago, after Lu Yan returned from Kunwu Mountain, he officially accepted Wen Yuan as a nominal disciple.
And it was just him, no one else.
Mainly because Lu Yan’s cultivation level was high and he had a solid foundation. He could guard this one disciple.
Surprise appeared on Fu Changqing’s face, and at the same time, a wave of jealousy rose within him.
Such a talent like Wen Yuan was only a nominal disciple of Lu Shanchuan?
What a waste.
How could he not have such an excellent disciple?
"Despite your young age, you have reached such a level in your cultivation. This is truly rare. It’s evident that you are a martial arts prodigy. Yet, Lu Shanchuan does not value such talent, only recognizing you as a nominal disciple. Perhaps you should consider switching to a different school. Others would surely accept you as their direct disciple and teach you all they know."
Fu Changqing suggested, wearing an expression full of regret for Wen Yuan.
At the same time, he indirectly informed the surrounding people that the reason for Wen Yuan’s strength was due to his talent, not because Sanjue Martial Arts Hall’s teachings were so great.
Wen Yuan shook his head again and again, "I dare not claim to be a martial arts prodigy. But our Master is the real prodigy. Even a few casual instructions from him are far more useful than your wholehearted teachings."
In the crowd, Lu Yan couldn’t help but chuckle, turning to Li Quan and saying, "The kid, Wen Yuan, is very good in all aspects, but he’s too honest. Saying the truth all the time, this needs to change."
Wen Yuan was telling the truth, but to Fu Changqing’s ears, it was nothing less than an insult.
Fu Changqing, with a cold face, reprimanded, "You are a young man who has no respect for his elders. Zhao and Lin, the two Heads of the Halls, are your seniors. I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your Master."
He then poured his Qi-blood into his body, his skin turning red and his energy filling the air.
"It was clear that you older folks have been bullying us, the younger generation. You’re in your forties and fifties but still bullying my fellow disciples. You have no shame..."
Wen Yuan retorted.
"Enough, let’s do this."
Fu Changqing bellowed, taking a step forward. His rich Qi-blood erupted, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
"Please teach me."
Wen Yuan decided not to waste any more words. He activated the Vajra Indestructible Skill, turned golden all over, and threw a punch at Fu Changqing.
Wen Yuan did not dare to take this well-known master of Baicao City lightly- he kept thirty percent of his force for attack and seventy percent for defense.
Fu Changqing’s body shook, his muscles and bones resonating, and Qi-blood poured into his arms as he lunged forward, his claws reaching for Wen Yuan’s wrist.
Fu Changqing’s top-tier martial arts technique, was a type of claw method, named Fragmented Stone Splitting Gold Claw.
His claws were quick, accurate and merciless. Each of his five fingers were like javelins, piercing the air and emitting a sharp whistle. Wen Yuan dared not underestimate them and quickly changed his move to attack Fu Changqing’s abdomen.
Both of them changed their moves extremely quickly, and after ten quick exchanges, they eventually collided.
With a ’clash!’, both of them staggered, and drew back simultaneously.
While Wen Yuan seemed unharmed, Fu Changqing’s face darkened and a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Even in a face-to-face confrontation, he could not overpower Wen Yuan.
One must understand that he had already broken through to the rank of Martial Marquis. Despite not unleashing his Bone Strength, his concentrated Qi-blood already surpassed that of a typical Fifth Breakthrough. Added to that was the reinforcement of his body due to the Bone Strength. Plus his many years of experience- he had thought that even without using his Bone Strength, it was almost certain that he could defeat Wen Yuan.
"So, this kid is actually training in a top-tier martial arts technique. But it doesn’t seem to be the Nine Turn Divine Thunder Blade given by the Li family. Could it be the main martial art Lu Shanchuan himself practices? Could he have the Divine Intent Diagram of his fallen aristocratic family?"
A flurry of thoughts filled Fu Changqing’s mind.
Many children of fallen nobles trained in top-tier martial arts, but they did not possess a Divine Intent Diagram, hence they couldn’t pass it down.
For instance, his own Fragmented Stone Splitting Gold Claw was taught to him alone and he couldn’t impart it to his disciples. His disciples could only cultivate in second-tier martial arts.
