Rise in the Martial Chaos: Starting From a Martial Arts School

Chapter 361: Chapter 142: Sweep

Sun Ningxiang, who had been sprinting toward the high platform, came to a sudden halt. She froze on the spot, staring blankly at the scene above. Though tear tracks still stained her face, her eyes were wide with unconcealable shock.

She instinctively covered her mouth as she watched the massive black bear slam into the platform’s railing and let out a pained howl. Its powerful forelimbs hung limp; it had clearly lost the ability to fight.

When she turned to look at the center of the platform, Yang Jing was still standing there calmly, his green robes billowing, as if that one punch had been a mere casual gesture, showing not the slightest hint of exertion.

The stark contrast filled her with a sense of unreality. But as she gazed at Yang Jing’s calm, towering figure and heard the surrounding gasps of awe, a single thought surfaced in her mind: ’He’s so handsome!’

The silence in the plaza was soon broken by a surging wave of discussion. The spectating disciples erupted into an uproar, all pointing and gesturing toward the high platform.

"My god! That guy’s strength is insane! Is he naturally gifted with Divine Power, or has he mastered some top-tier body-strengthening art?" an outer sect disciple exclaimed, his face a mask of shock and his tone laced with disbelief.

A nearby female disciple in green robes, her eyes shining, stared intently at Yang Jing on the platform. With absolute conviction, she told her companion, "I want a full dossier on him within the hour! A man like that is the only kind worthy of standing by my side!"

The buzz of discussion was incessant. Yang Jing’s single punch had truly astonished the crowd.

On a distant hillock, Bai Bing remained as still as a statue. Her cold, beautiful face was without a ripple of emotion, as if she had long foreseen this outcome.

Si Jiawen, standing beside her, raised a delicate eyebrow. Her previously calm eyes now held a new measure of respect as she mused to herself.

’This kid is something else. To be able to fell such a massive black bear with a single punch... his strength far surpasses that of an ordinary expert at the Peak of Transformation.’

’But this is only the first match. There are three more trials, each more perilous than the last. The fourth round will pit him against two exotic beasts at once. Can he really make it all the way through?’

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「Dragon Gate Plaza, on the central battle platform.」

The Main Peak Steward vaulted onto the high platform. He strode over to the black bear whimpering in the corner, lifted an iron cage, and expertly secured the injured animal inside. With another leap, he was off the platform, taking the bear away from the trial grounds.

According to the rules of the Dragon Gate Martial Trials, there were no strict requirements for how to dispatch an opponent. One could kill them outright or simply injure them until they lost the ability to fight. All that mattered was achieving victory.

This black bear was clearly an example of the latter. Yang Jing’s punch had broken its forelimbs. Now, its gaze toward Yang Jing was filled with terror, and it dared not show the slightest hint of ferocity. Having completely lost its will to fight, it was naturally declared defeated.

The typical fate for beasts incapacitated in this manner was to be sent to the kitchens. There, they would be processed into nourishing Exotic Beast Meat meals, which disciples could purchase with contribution points. In this way, everything was put to good use.

Before long, the Main Peak Steward returned, once again carrying a large iron cage onto the platform. He landed with a heavy thud.

Yang Jing looked up, his gaze falling upon the iron cage. Imprisoned within was a bull-shaped exotic beast covered in black fur.

Its black fur was smooth and glossy like the finest satin, clinging tightly to its thick hide and giving it an indestructible quality.

Unlike ordinary cattle, this exotic beast had only a single horn growing from its forehead.

The horn was deep black, its surface covered in intricate patterns. The tip was incredibly sharp, glinting with a cold, deadly light that spoke of immense killing power.

More striking still, the beast was wreathed in an aura completely different from that of a common ferocious beast. It was a unique fluctuation—powerful and domineering—formed from long-term refinement in Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

The Main Peak Steward raised a hand and pulled the cage door wide open. Then, with a slight wave of his palm, he sent a wave of invisible, oppressive energy crashing down on the Single-Horned Black Bull.

Startled, the black bull stepped out of the iron cage on heavy hooves. It had just reached the center of the platform when it stopped, its powerful and domineering aura silently spreading outwards.

Seeing this, the Steward picked up the empty iron cage and leaped off the high platform, leaving the arena entirely to the man and beast who remained.

The platform fell silent. Only Yang Jing and the Single-Horned Black Bull remained, facing each other from across the stage. The cool morning light fell upon them, highlighting the tense atmosphere of their standoff.

The Single-Horned Black Bull’s temperament was clearly far more composed than the black bear’s. It didn’t attack wildly the moment it was freed. Instead, it just lowered its head slightly, its two bell-sized eyes locked onto Yang Jing.

Its pupils were filled with vigilance as heavy breaths snorted from its nostrils. A hoof occasionally scraped the surface of the platform as it gathered its power, clearly sizing up its opponent and searching for the perfect moment to attack.

In response, Yang Jing’s expression remained placid. Without a hint of hesitation, he began to walk, slowly and deliberately closing the distance to the Single-Horned Black Bull.

Each of his steps was firm and powerful, the hem of his green robes swaying gently with his gait. He kept his aura completely contained.

As Yang Jing continued to approach, the vigilance in the Single-Horned Black Bull’s eyes was gradually replaced by ferocity. A low growl rumbled in its throat as its hooves scraped harder against the platform, leaving shallow scratches on its surface.

When Yang Jing was less than thirty feet away, the Single-Horned Black Bull finally snapped its head up. The sharp horn on its forehead gleamed with a frigid, deadly light. Its four limbs dug into the ground, and its massive body shot toward Yang Jing like a small, black mountain.