OBS Chapter 62 Martial Arts Opening
Chapter 62 Martial Arts Opening
When the sun rose to the height of a bamboo pole, a loud gong rang out, silencing all the other noises.
Duanmu Hong stood up from the viewing platform and slowly walked to the front of the stage.
With each step, the rammed earth trembled slightly, the power of the Core Formation Realm pressing down on the air, rippling outwards in circles invisible to the naked eye.
Nearly half of the 320 martial artists unconsciously took a half step back, and several early-stage Ming Jin practitioners even knelt on one knee.
"The martial arts examination, the preliminary test in Heyuan County, has 320 participants who will fight in pairs. The winners will advance and the losers will be eliminated."
"After the top sixteen are selected, they will compete in a free-for-all to determine the eight winners who will participate in the state examination."
As he pronounced the word "melee," he slightly turned his head and gave Yu Mubai a meaningful look.
Yu Mubai sat in the second seat on the side of the viewing platform, wearing a moon-white long robe, with his usual calm smile on his lips.
"Killing is not allowed on the training ground, nor is the use of concealed weapons, especially poisoned concealed weapons. Anyone found doing so will be killed without exception."
As the words "Kill without mercy" were spoken, the pressure from the Core Formation Realm cultivator suddenly intensified.
Several martial artists in the front row unconsciously bent over, causing the leaves of the old locust tree to fall in a rustling sound.
The gong rang again, the oppressive atmosphere receded like a receding tide, and a flood of discussion poured out like a bursting dam.
"Strange things happen every year at the Martial Arts Academy, but this year there seem to be more than usual."
"A sixteen-person free-for-all? If seven or eight fellow disciples team up, wouldn't the top spots be swept by one person?"
"His first appearance this year was also strange."
The skinny bamboo pole had somehow crept up to the base of the wall, tiptoed, and peered into the training ground. "In previous years, the seeded players were all recommended by various martial arts schools. This year, apart from Quan Feng and Yan Hua, the other six are all wearing masks."
In the center of the training ground, eight seeded players entered in turn.
Quan Feng wore a white robe and had a ponytail. He had half a blade of grass between his teeth and a short sword hanging at his waist. As he walked, the scabbard gently tapped against his thigh.
Yan Hua was dressed in white, her face paler than usual.
Then came six masks of various colors—tiger head, leopard head, eagle head, wolf head, fox face, and owl face.
The discussions outside the venue grew louder and louder: some said it was just a charade, some said it was mostly rogue cultivators afraid of making enemies, and others were convinced that there must be someone with a great background behind these masks.
But no matter how you guess, it's the first time that six seeded players have appeared wearing masks in Wuke, Heyuan County.
Lin Mu leaned back in the bamboo chair, his gaze passing over the alleyway and landing in the center of the training ground.
The first to appear was Quan Feng.
His opponent was a rogue cultivator from another town, wielding twin swords, who launched a fierce and relentless attack right from the start.
Quan Feng still looked like he hadn't woken up yet, lazily taking three steps backward.
When he landed on the third step, he suddenly stepped forward, his body collapsing like a mountain collapsing, and threw a punch.
His boxing technique was devoid of any fancy moves, but when the force of his punch broke through the air, it created a dull, booming sound, like rocks shattering inside a mountain.
The opponent parried with his two swords crossed, and his fist slammed into the point where the swords crossed, the hidden force flowing through the blades into his arms.
The first strike disperses the blade's momentum.
The second force flows from the wrist into the arm.
The third force explodes at the Jianjing acupoint.
The two swords flew out of his hands, and the rogue cultivator staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining his balance, his arms hanging limply at his sides, trembling uncontrollably.
As cheers erupted from the stands, Quan Feng had already turned and walked off the stage.
The short sword remained hanging at his waist, without even a chance to be drawn.
[Will the Zhenshan Fist (Great Perfection 1/100) be reissued?]
Lin Mu did not hesitate.
A powerful, solid force surged into his meridians.
The explosive power of Zhenshan Fist is completely different from his existing Fierce Tiger Fist.
The ferocity of Tiger Fist is like an iron hammer smashing a stone slab, while the explosive power of Mountain Shaking Fist is like a landslide. Each punch is heavier than the last, and this is the true core of Mountain Shaking Fist.
Next up is a martial artist wearing a tiger-head mask, who uses the Wild Bull Fist, his punches heavy like a bull's horn striking.
The leopard-head mask wields a stone-cracking claw, with three fingers hooked inward to lock the joints. Before the hand knife can even make a proper strike, the wrist joint is locked, and the entire arm becomes numb and difficult to lift.
The eagle-headed masked man used the Cloud-Turning Hand technique, layering his palm strikes with immense force. With a single blow, the blade silently snapped in two.
The wolf-head masked man uses Iron Wire Fist, his strength as penetrating as steel wire. The fox-faced man uses Falling Goose Palm, light and graceful.
......
Lin Mu's gaze swept back and forth across the training ground, capturing the various skill levels, some clumsy and some seasoned. The booklet trembled slightly, offering one hint after another.
观摩完毕，莽牛拳（大成1/100），裂石爪（大成1/100），翻云手（大成1/100），铁线拳（大成1/100），落雁掌（大成1/100），缠丝手（大成1/100），铁袖功（大成1/100），破浪掌（大成1/100）......
A dense list of martial arts names flashed through his mind, but he did not accept them all.
Choose only the strongest of the same type of powerful fist techniques, and prioritize claw and palm techniques with unique strength.
The Fox-Faced Envoy's Falling Goose Palm technique was light and graceful, with its hidden force falling like a feather, perfectly complementing his existing Breaking Wave Palm technique.
The Wave-Breaking Palm is like waves, surging forward one after another; the Wild Goose Palm is like the wind, seeping down without a trace.
Although they belong to the same palm technique, their power flows are completely different, and this kind of martial art deserves a place in the category.
The gong sounded twice more.
The sun climbs from the east to its zenith, then slowly moves westward.
One duel after another took place on the training field, and by the end of the first day, most of the top 160 had been decided.
Lin Mu stood up from the bamboo chair and dragged the broken bamboo chair back behind the door.
......
That night, Lin Mu returned to the courtyard and stood under the old pear tree.
He closed his eyes, pulled up the booklet, and copied the martial arts techniques he had repeatedly selected during the day.
There are nine styles in total: Wild Bull Fist, Rock-Splitting Claw, Cloud-Turning Hand, Iron Wire Fist, Wild Goose Palm, Silk-Entangling Hand, Iron Sleeve Skill, Wave-Breaking Palm, and Mountain-Shaking Fist.
Since it was the first day of the competition, most people did not give it their all, and currently all scores are 1/100.
Lin Mu prioritized practicing Quan Feng's Zhen Shan Fist, hoping to discover the secret of the golden patterns within it.
With feet slightly apart, the explosive force originates from the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of the feet, progressing along the meridians layer by layer, and then exploding on the surface of the fist.
But he tried more than ten times, and each time he could only stack up to the third layer. The fourth layer always fell apart the moment he threw a punch.
Sweat dripped onto the blue bricks as he repeatedly dissected the turbulent path of the machine.
If you go too fast past the knee, the force hasn't been fully accumulated before it moves up the hip.
If the movement is too slow when passing the waist, the energy will be trapped in the dantian, making the punch less crisp.
After about forty repetitions, the fourth layer of explosive force was finally stacked up.
Zhenshanquan (Dacheng 18/100).
He took a breath and began practicing the Wild Bull Fist.
The Wild Bull Fist is heavy and powerful, somewhat similar to the Fierce Tiger Fist, but with deeper and more profound force. After practicing it twenty times under the pear tree, the force of the fist changed from rough and awkward to smooth and mellow.
Next came the Stone-Splitting Claw, with three fingers curled inward, specifically targeting the joints, repeatedly gripping and squeezing the broken pear tree stump, causing the bark to crack and crumble under the force of the fingers.
The power of the Cloud-Turning Hand is layered upon layered. Pushing the palm against the moonlight, one practices until the palm wind becomes audible instead of silent.
The power of Iron Wire Fist is like that of a steel wire, penetrating in a straight line;
The Falling Goose Palm technique is light and graceful, its hidden force falling like a feather.
The silk-wrapping technique is incredibly gentle;
The Iron Sleeve Technique uses clothing as a weapon;
The force of the Breaking Wave Palm is as continuous as a tidal wave.
By the time he practiced until the moon was high in the sky, he was soaked in sweat several times over.
He has made progress in all kinds of martial arts.
He practiced the Long Wind Fist again, wanting to end his training for the day with the fist technique he was most familiar with.
As the drizzle and slant of wind and rain erupted, his consciousness was abruptly pulled away.
The feeling was very mysterious, like he was watching himself box.
He was using the Long Wind Fist, the Mountain Shaking Fist, and the Wind Control Fist.
It's as if all the techniques of boxing overlap at a certain moment.
This overlap carries a certain ancient feel.
Then his aura surged, his fists became fierce, and even took on a faint golden hue.