Chapter 159 Martial Arts Tournament

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Pa pa pa.

Luo Zhen suddenly clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"Chief Chen is indeed a hero of this era, with extraordinary courage."

Zhou Jing turned his head to look at him, "Who are you?"

"I am Luo Zhen, the humble head of the Nanhua School."

Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows, "So it's you. You sent me the invitation to the martial arts tournament. Now that I'm in Huyang, I haven't visited my neighbor yet."

Luo Zhen's eyes twitched. He steadied his expression and said in a deep voice:

"Chief Chen, you must already know why we are holding this martial arts tournament. Everyone here has come because you have ruined the rules of the martial world. Since things have come to this, there's no point in saying more. Let's draw a line and act according to your rules. We will spar and compete, using our skills to determine the winner. If we can win against you, even by a sliver, we hope you will keep your promise, return the martial arts manuals you seized, and stop spreading them around."

"I always keep my word. If you can defeat this spear in my hand, anything is negotiable."

Zhou Jing nodded.

His gaze swept over the teams from each sect, pausing on Lin Song for a moment, then moving away as if he were a stranger. He casually asked:

"I've heard of the prestige of the Eight Great Sects of the martial world. Are all of them present today?"

Hearing the lack of respect in Zhou Jing's tone, many members of the sects snorted, looking displeased.

Luo Zhen nodded and said in a deep voice, "Although we are opponents today, we should act with propriety. I will introduce the experts from each sect to you."

As he spoke, Luo Zhen introduced the figures from each sect, speaking for Zhou Jing's benefit and for all the martial artists present, letting them know which sects were leading this grand event, in order to gain prestige.

Wu Mountain Sect, Qingyang Sect, Zixiao Palace, Vajra Sect… Each sect member announced their name and briefly greeted Zhou Jing with a perfunctory fist salute, their attitude unwilling.

Zhou Jing listened to the impressive origins of each family, secretly delighted in his heart.

The major sects of the martial world were basically all here, a gathering of experts. If he could pass this test, he estimated that the [Number One Under Heaven] milestone would be within reach.

He had only brought some lackeys to the meeting. Guo Haishen, Fang Zhen, and others wanted to accompany him, but he had dissuaded them all.

Because the martial arts tournament was widely publicized, the Green Forest knew that he would not break his promise, so he estimated that the other two Jiao of Huyang might take advantage of his absence to launch an attack after a winter of preparation. Therefore, he asked the leaders to stay in the stronghold to maintain the situation, while he went to the meeting alone.

The martial arts tournament was a dangerous place for ordinary people, but he could come and go freely alone, without any worries.

Soon, all the sects had announced their names, staring at Zhou Jing in unison, silent, and the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became tense.

Zhou Jing looked around and laughed loudly, "It seems that the small talk is over. How do you heroes want to fight? All at once, or one by one?"

Luo Zhen said solemnly, "We righteous people will not rely on numbers. Naturally, we will take turns to fight with you, only comparing martial arts skills, stopping when enough is enough."

"Good, then who would like to spar with me first?"

Zhou Jing carried his Black Iron Dragon Pattern Spear, his gaze sweeping around.

Seeing that they were finally about to fight, the many martial artists watching the show retreated knowingly, making the open space in the arena more spacious for sparring.

After a few breaths, a middle-aged man walked out of the sect teams, his temples graying, holding a red-tasseled spear. He took a stance and shouted:

"I've heard that Chief Chen's spearmanship is superb. I am Zhong Wu of the Nine Bends Sect, and I am willing to learn from your expertise!"

The Nine Bends Sect was not one of the Eight Great Sects, but it was also a major sect only slightly inferior. They made a living in the Central Plains and their power was not bad. Today, they ran out to take the lead, obviously wanting to win glory and show their face in front of the martial artists.

Zhou Jing glanced at him, suddenly stuck his Black Iron Dragon Pattern Spear into the ground, and walked forward with his hands empty.

"What do you mean?" Zhong Wu was stunned and frowned, "Why did you throw down your weapon? Quickly take up your spear and fight me."

"I don't need weapons to deal with you."

Zhou Jing grinned.

"Arrogant! Thief, take this spear!"

Zhong Wu was furious. He shook the spear and stabbed repeatedly.

His internal energy cultivation was not bad, and his strength passed through the tip of the spear. In an instant, he stabbed out a dense cold light in front of him, as swift as a rainstorm, showing a good spearmanship, which made many martial artists nod repeatedly.

"This is the Nine Bends Sect's Long River Spearmanship. Zhong Wu is a protector of the sect and is quite accomplished in the use of the spear. This move 'Crushing Jade with Surging Waves' is quite skilled, and even experts must avoid its edge."

An elder of the Eight Great Sects stroked his beard and praised.

However, at this moment, Zhou Jing did not retreat but advanced, welcoming the attack and reaching out his hand.

*Ka!*

In the next moment, the overwhelming light of the spear instantly dissipated.

Zhou Jing tightly clasped the tip of the spear, and no matter how hard Zhong Wu tried, he could not break free. Moreover, his palm was as strong as metal, and the blade of the spear could not cut through his skin.

"What powerful physical training!"

Seeing this scene, many martial arts experts present changed their expressions slightly.

At this time, Zhou Jing's feet sank, his muscles flowing like water waves. He suddenly and briefly exerted his strength, the sound like a tiger's roar, and the burst of internal energy attacked his opponent along the shaft of the spear.

Zhong Wu only felt that this internal energy was like a wild bull charging, destroying his strength. He staggered back as if struck by lightning, a sweetness in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of blood, already suffering from internal injuries.

The tiger's mouths of both hands burst open, blood flowing straight down, trembling non-stop.

"Is that the Subduing Dragon and Tiger Stance?!"

Some knowledgeable people present exclaimed.

The members of the Vajra Sect, one of the Eight Great Sects, stood up abruptly, shocked and uncertain.

The internal energy that this person was using was the Vajra Sect's martial art!

"How do you know my sect's unique skill?!"

The Vajra Sect Master shouted in shock and anger.

Zhou Jing exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, stood up and looked at this person with raised eyebrows. He was too lazy to hide it and told the truth:

"Don't you know that the Master of the Subduing Tiger Sect in the Jiangchun area was once a disciple of the Vajra Sect? I obtained this martial art from him."

However, the Vajra Sect Master did not believe this statement at all and said decisively:

"Nonsense! Your Subduing Dragon and Tiger Stance is extremely accomplished, it is not an overstatement to say that it is perfect. You must have at least ten years of hard work, and it is absolutely impossible that you just learned it! You must have secretly learned my sect's unique skill long ago. Tell me the truth about the cause and effect!"

Hearing this, Zhou Jing couldn't help but smile in his heart.

This Subduing Dragon and Tiger Stance was too domineering and damaged the meridians, so although he was not stingy in teaching it, almost no one under his command practiced it. Only he cultivated this skill.

Unexpectedly, after getting started, he found that this internal energy was extremely suitable for his physique, and he made rapid progress. Coupled with his own talent and accelerated cultivation, the level of the Subduing Dragon and Tiger Stance had risen to lv5 after a winter of cultivation.

In just a few months, he had cultivated an internal energy to this extent. In the eyes of these normal people, it was completely impossible. No one would believe it even if he said it, so it was no wonder that the Vajra Sect was shocked.

In addition, his other martial arts had also made progress to varying degrees. Among them, he spent the most time on the [Martial Artist] system. His mastery of the Basic Training Method and the Gale Style had improved, providing him with more attribute bonuses.

At this time, facing the Vajra Sect's questioning, Zhou Jing picked up the white-tasseled spear that Zhong Wu had dropped, shook it, and hummed:

"Defeat me first, then talk about other things."

He didn't plan to use the Black Iron Dragon Pattern Spear, for fear of scaring people away. He also wanted to fight more experts to enrich his record and promote the milestone progress, so at this time, he simply used someone else's wooden spear, not using brute force, but playing with some skill.

While the two were talking, Zhong Wu was still bleeding. The members of the Nine Bends Sect quickly came out and helped him back.

The people from the Vajra Sect next to him couldn't sit still and immediately had an expert from the sect step forward to challenge him. Zhou Jing patiently made a few moves with him, and seized the opportunity on the tenth move, stabbing the opponent in the leg and defeating the enemy.

Seeing that someone had opened the cannon, the experts from each sect took turns to challenge him.

Zhou Jing no longer used brute force, but returned to his familiar old ways, taking the path of skill.

The white-tasseled spear either stabbed or picked, several spearmanship styles changing freely in his hands. Although it was not a magical skill, it was also used flawlessly and with amazing power. In order to confuse the crowd, he deliberately controlled the extent of his strength, and generally only repelled his opponent after a few rounds, mostly not exceeding ten moves.

For him, this kind of combat intensity was not as good as his morning exercise, it was simply a retirement life.

One by one, the experts from each sect were defeated, and Zhou Jing quickly won thirteen consecutive victories.

The many martial artists watching were amazed.

Chen Feng's deeds had spread throughout the world, but many local martial artists had never seen him in person. They had only heard of his name and were curious.

Today, seeing Chen Feng show his power, the martial artists from all over the world called it enjoyable, feeling that the trip was worthwhile.

Although this Chen Feng was not as "easy as splitting mountains and rocks, as if gods and demons had descended to the world" as rumored, his every move was smooth and satisfactory, his every release and contraction was subtle, his power flowed through all parts of his body, connected smoothly without hindrance, like flowing water, combining strength and softness, and containing an unspeakable charm in his gestures.

In contrast, many people felt that the martial arts they practiced were simply rustic. Chen Feng's skills truly showed the charm of the word "martial arts", making them fascinated.

Many knowledgeable experts had increasingly serious expressions.

Luo Zhen and other sect leaders gathered together, frowning and watching the arena, while discussing in a low voice:

"This person's martial arts have probably reached the realm of returning to simplicity."

"Indeed, and his spearmanship is also superb, it's truly amazing… However, it is rumored that his divine power is amazing, why hasn't he shown it at this time?"

"This thief must know that we are going to use a round-robin, and he is deliberately saving his strength, which shows that he does have some concerns."

"That's right, no matter how high this person's martial arts are, if he continues to fight, his internal energy will continue to deplete, and he will eventually show signs of decline. We don't need to worry."

The sect leaders nodded secretly, reaching a consensus.

On the other side, a sect disciple came to Sha Xingzhou and asked in a low voice:

"I wonder when Senior Sha will take action?"

Sha Xingzhou struggled to withdraw his gaze, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and forced himself to act natural, "What's the rush, let's take another look…"

As a martial arts expert who had been mixed up in the harsh environment of the Northwest, he looked down on the martial arts world in the South. A few days ago, he didn't think much of this Chen Feng.

But today, seeing this person's martial arts of returning to simplicity with his own eyes, Sha Xingzhou was shocked and suddenly wanted to retreat.

He didn't want to be a stepping stone for others, fulfilling others, after a lifetime of hard work.

Just at this moment, another martial arts expert who went up to challenge Zhou Jing was defeated by his spear, was picked up by the back collar and smashed into the crowd, falling in a mess, quite embarrassed.

Seeing this, the sect disciple simply bowed and cupped his hands, sincerely saying, "My sect has paid a high price to invite Senior Sha to the South, precisely for today. I hope that Senior will lend a hand."

Sha Xingzhou suddenly had a headache, and was caught in a dilemma for a while, secretly regretting taking other people's benefits and being invited to help, eating people's short mouth.

"Forget it, I'll go and meet this thief!"

He gritted his teeth and went up with a brave face, his back with a kind of tragic and desolate feeling of no return.

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