Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 32 Guerrilla

Meng Changqing, the head of the Palace Guard, glanced at the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School, and their high enthusiasm cooled down.

Meng Changqing cleared his throat: "Mingjin Group, draw lots to determine the opponents."

The clerk behind him brought out a wooden box with a round hole at the top, inside which were several bamboo sticks with red lacquer on the tips.

Meng Changqing took the divination tube and tapped the bottom of the tube lightly with his right index finger.

A faint clicking sound came from inside.

He did all this without anyone noticing, then raised an eyebrow at Qian Wanjun.

Meng Changqing reached into the box, stirred it, pulled out a coin, and read: "Changfeng Martial Arts School, Zhou Yuanshan."

Senior Brother Zhou stepped forward in response.

He lit another cigarette: "Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School, Zhao Hu."

"Changfeng Martial Arts School, Liu Qing."

"Tiger Martial Arts School, Wang Tiezhu".

It's another uncommon name.

People were whispering among themselves under the shed.

Zhao Hu and Wang Tiezhu are the least well-known among the Ming Jin disciples of the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School. They joined the school late, have average aptitude, and it is said that they have not even fully mastered Ming Jin.

These two bureau chiefs and martial arts schools should be secure.

However, the museum owner and the senior disciple were not happy.

Because Zhou Yu will face Lei Heng and Lin Mu will face Zhao Lie.

Both of them are experts at the peak of Ming Jin (明劲).

Several disciples huddled together, whispering amongst themselves, their faces beaming with barely concealed smiles.

"Senior Brother Lei Heng, spare him." Someone joked.

"It depends on my mood."

"Brother Lie, go easy on me."

"Surrender and you will not be killed," Zhao Lie replied casually.

Qian Wanjun held his teacup, raised it towards the Changfeng Martial Arts School, and slowly took a sip.

It's much quieter here at Changfeng Martial Arts School.

Zhou Yu, in particular, looked rather pale.

Soon, the martial arts competition began with the sounding of gongs.

In the first match, Zhou Yuanshan faced Zhao Hu. As soon as the two stood still, Zhao Hu cupped his hands in greeting and said, "I'm no match for you." He then turned and left the stage.

In the second match, Liu Qing faced off against Wang Tiezhu. Wang Tiezhu didn't even go on stage; he simply waved his hand from below the stage, conceding defeat.

The head of the Palace Guard made two notes in the register and announced that Changfeng Martial Arts School had won two consecutive matches.

But the Changfeng Martial Arts School was not happy.

The eldest brother called Lin Mu and Zhou Yu aside, took out a dark red pill from his sleeve, and held it between his fingers.

"Blood Explosion Pill. After taking it, one's blood and qi surge, increasing one's strength significantly."

"The side effect is that it will be more difficult for him to master internal strength in the future than for others."

"Whether you use it or not is up to you."

Zhou Yu's hands trembled as he received the Blood Explosion Pill.

He was born into a wealthy family and was pampered in his daily life; he had never seen anything like this before.

Lin Mu calmly accepted the offer and stepped aside.

He is using his spare time to concentrate his qi and blood, simulating the power of the Fierce Tiger Fist.

"Zhou Yu versus Lei Heng!" the person in charge shouted, and the battle officially began.

Zhou Yu was suppressed from the moment he entered the fray.

Lei Heng's punches were heavy and dense. Zhou Yu retreated twice, and his counterattacks all missed their mark. His feet couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

In the third round, a hook punch landed on Zhou Yu's shoulder, and he slammed hard against the railing, his hand reaching for what was hidden at his waist.

He hesitated when his fingertips touched the pill.

Lei Heng didn't wait and knocked him to the ground with a single palm strike.

Zhou Yu coughed up blood and admitted defeat.

When he stepped down from the stage, he kept his head down and dared not look at anyone.

Zhou Yu's defeat silenced the Changfeng Martial Arts School.

The disciples of the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School were all smiles.

"Brother Lie, what are your thoughts on fighting that lowly servant?"

"If you win, we'll take you to Zui Chun Lou."

"It's a deal." Zhao Lie became interested.

Just before the match began, a man in a white robe walked into the tent of the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School.

He had the character "驭" (Yù) embroidered on his chest; he was the one who ambushed Lin Mu outside the city gate that night.

He walked over to Qian Wanjun and whispered a few words: "Young Master said to tell the Master to be careful, just in case."

Then he took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Lie, "Dragon Transformation Pill, there are side effects when you are trying to break through the Transformation Realm."

"With your talent, you won't reach the Transformation Realm. If you can't beat them, just take the medicine and break through to the Dark Realm."

"All right."

Zhao Lie tucked the porcelain bottle into his sleeve, touched the ground with his toes, and leaped onto the arena.

The wooden board shook, and dust rose from the cracks, slowly dissipating in the sunlight.

Lin Mu walked steadily onto the stage.

The head of the Palace Guard stood to the side of the platform, glanced at the two men, and waved his hand: "Begin."

Zhao Lie didn't test him; he pounced on him directly.

The Fierce Tiger Fist is powerful and domineering. The right fist flips out from the waist, accompanied by a crisp sound of bones and tendons resonating, and goes straight for Lin Mu's chest.

The punch was fast and heavy, the wind from it sweeping across the table and kicking up a cloud of dust.

This move is like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Lin Mu lightly tapped his left foot, unleashing his Wind Step, his body like a fallen leaf lifted by the wind of the punch, gliding lightly to the right.

Zhao Lie's fist grazed past his clothes, a gust of wind swept by, Lin Mu's hair fluttered, and he was already three feet away.

Zhao Lie didn't stop; his second punch followed immediately, this time a hook aimed straight at Lin Mu's temple.

Lin Mu crouched slightly, his fist sweeping over Zhao Lie's head. He then thrust forward, striking Zhao Lie's waist with his left palm.

Zhao Lie was slightly swayed by the blow, glanced down at his side, and frowned.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Zhao Lie snorted, shook his arm, and pounced on him again.

This time he sped up the pace, unleashing one Tiger Fist move after another, the shadows of his fists overlapping like iron hammers striking iron, thunderous and fierce.

Lin Mu moved through the shadows of fists, his Wind Steps treading with tiny steps, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, like a fish weaving through a rapid current.

Zhao Lie's fist grazed his shoulder, arm, and back, but never landed a solid punch.

The disciples of the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School below the stage began to get anxious.

"Hit him!"

"Don't let him get away!"

"Let's go head-to-head."

Zhao Lie became somewhat impatient.

He gritted his teeth, his punches became faster, and his breathing became heavier.

Lin Mu still didn't take the hits. Occasionally, during the gaps between Zhao Lie's punches, he would use his sudden acceleration step to throw a punch, and then use his wind-stepping technique to escape.

After about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Zhao Lie's forehead began to sweat, and his punching speed noticeably slowed down.

Lin Mu, however, handled it with ease.

He charged forward again with a swift movement and punched Zhao Lie in the stomach.

Zhao Lie staggered a couple of steps, bumped into the railing, and almost fell over.

The training ground fell silent.

The Tiger Martial Arts School disciples who had been shouting just moments before all fell silent.

Only the battle flags were fluttering in the wind.

Zhao Lie leaned against the railing, panting heavily, looking at the composed Lin Mu.

The teacup in Qian Wanjun's hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on his lips disappeared without him noticing.

The martial arts students at Changfeng Martial Arts School were all mouths agape, forgetting to breathe.

Lin Mu then stopped retreating.

He pushed off the ground with his left foot, unleashing a burst of speed, and charged towards Zhao Lie.

His right fist flew out from his waist, a variation of the Tiger Fist—the tiger pouncing on its prey—aiming straight for Zhao Lie's chest.

Zhao Lie raised his hand to block, but Lin Mu's fist suddenly changed direction halfway through—his elbow sank down, his fist flipped, and the straight strike became a smash.

This is the "Tiger Smash" from the Fierce Tiger Fist. It's still a bit raw, but the power is fierce.

The fist slammed into Zhao Lie's forearm, the knuckles colliding with a dull thud like a hammer blow.

Zhao Lie's arm sank downwards from the impact, and Lin Mu followed up with a swift, sweeping motion, the edge of his palm slicing across Zhao Lie's neck.

Zhao Lie staggered two steps to the side and bumped into the railing. Before he could regain his footing, Lin Mu had already pressed against him.