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

Chapter 364: Chapter 142: Sweep

The disciples watching from below the high platform had their eyes fixed on the tall, straight figure standing upon it.

Yang Jing’s green robes were in tatters, strips of cloth hanging loosely and revealing several shallow, bloody scratches on his skin.

Warm wolf blood dripped from the hem of his clothing, splashing onto the green flagstones and blooming into small pools of crimson.

He still stood as straight as a spear, like a drawn sword bathed in wolf’s blood. His handsome face and sharp eyes radiated a terrifying edge.

Everyone was deeply shaken by the domineering, savage scene, their hearts pounding with an indescribable thrill.

The plaza first fell into a dead silence. Even the sound of breathing seemed to grow faint.

A moment later, the suppressed emotions erupted. Thunderous cheers and cries of amazement suddenly rang out, rising and falling, echoing throughout the entire Dragon Gate Plaza.

The vast majority of these disciples didn’t know Yang Jing. Most weren’t even from Lingxi Peak.

But that didn’t stop them from cheering for Yang Jing now.

It had been a long time since a battle this spectacular had taken place at the Dragon Gate Martial Trial.

The disciples from every peak chattered excitedly, their gazes filled with admiration as they looked at Yang Jing.

Sun Ningxiang stood at the front of the crowd, her face flushed red as she watched. Overcome with excitement, she clenched her fists and cheered loudly. Her crisp voice cut through the din as she passionately rooted for Yang Jing, her eyes shining with vicarious pride.

Just then, a Main Peak Steward strode onto the high platform. His gaze landed on Yang Jing, his expression complex but tinged with clear admiration. His eyes were full of unconcealed appreciation.

He had presided over the Dragon Gate Martial Trial for many years and seen countless outer disciples, but it was rare to see one with such ferocity and power.

He bent down and deftly packed the Silver Wolf’s corpse into an iron cage. As he rose, he spoke to Yang Jing in a gentle voice, "Passing three rounds in a row is no easy feat. According to the rules of the Dragon Gate Martial Trial, a disciple who reaches the fourth round may rest for a quarter of an hour. You should use this time to recover, stabilize your condition, and fully prepare for the final battle."

Yang Jing gave a slight nod and replied calmly, "Thank you, Steward."

After three battles, his face still showed no trace of exhaustion. If anything, the sharp glint in his eyes had only grown more intense.

The Main Peak Steward gave a small nod, then leaped off the high platform with the caged wolf corpse, leaving the stage to Yang Jing to recuperate.

Yang Jing stood in the center of the high platform, slowly closing his eyes to look inward and assess his condition.

’My Inner Strength is still full; I’ve hardly used any. I killed my opponents in the first three fights quickly and easily. Even the incredibly fast Silver Wolf didn’t force me to go all out.’

’The wounds on my body are just superficial. They’ve already stopped bleeding and don’t affect my combat ability in the slightest.’

Even so, Yang Jing didn’t dare let his guard down. After a moment’s thought, he took a small porcelain vial from within his robes. He tipped out a lustrous white Rejuvenation Pill that emitted a faint medicinal fragrance and popped it into his mouth.

The Elixir dissolved the moment it entered his mouth, transforming into a gentle medicinal energy that flowed down his throat and slowly nourished his body. Not only did his superficial wounds begin to heal rapidly, but his Inner Strength and mental state were also restored to their absolute peak.

’Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. The final battle is sure to be the most dangerous. I have to be in peak condition to ensure I get through it.’

Yang Jing sat down cross-legged on the high platform and began to meditate, slowly regulating his breathing. His aura gradually became calm and restrained, a stark contrast to the boisterous atmosphere surrounding the platform. He quietly waited for the fourth battle to begin.

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Down below, the spectating disciples were still buzzing, their blood pumping with excitement. The sound of their discussions never ceased.

The Dragon Gate Martial Trial was known for being perilous and difficult. Fights between disciples and exotic beasts often dragged into a stalemate, leaving the participants battered and worn. A clean, decisive, overwhelming victory like Yang Jing’s was exceedingly rare. It had been a long time since a scene so spectacular and shocking had occurred.

Yang Jing’s fights with the exotic beasts were never drawn-out or complicated. Every move was precise and ruthless, and he typically finished his opponents in a matter of moments.

The image of him tearing the Silver Wolf’s head in half with his bare hands, in particular, was the height of dominance. It made everyone’s blood boil, and they couldn’t stop exclaiming how thrilling it was.

As the disciples watched the figure meditating calmly on the high platform, every one of them felt their blood surge. They were thrilled and awestruck. Their gazes on Yang Jing were filled with fervor. Now *that* was the true bearing of a master!

Below the high platform, the stewards who had led the teams from each peak were gathered together. All of their gazes invariably fell upon Yang Jing, their eyes filled with astonishment and praise.

A steward from Zhenyue Peak spoke up, his voice filled with emotion. "This disciple from Lingxi Peak is something else. His power far surpasses others of his rank. He fought three rounds without even breaking a sweat, and it looks like he wasn’t even going all out. His chances of passing the Dragon Gate Martial Trial are excellent."

The others nodded in agreement, their faces showing their wholehearted approval.

In this session of the Dragon Gate Martial Trial, Yang Jing was the second disciple to reach the fourth battle. The first was an outer disciple from Fen Yang Peak, who had participated many times before and prepared for nearly two years just to barely scrape his way into the fourth round.

What’s more, his first three fights had been incredibly intense, leaving him exhausted and in a wretched state. It was a far cry from Yang Jing’s overwhelming, dominant performance.

A steward from Fen Yang Peak said with envy, "Your Lingxi Peak has really struck gold this time, finding such an exceptionally gifted person."

When Steward Zheng heard this, his face filled with unconcealable delight. His gaze, as he looked up at Yang Jing on the high platform, was brimming with even greater admiration and satisfaction.

He mulled it over. ’Once this Dragon Gate Martial Trial is over, if Yang Jing passes, I’ll consider taking him as my personal disciple.’