Chapter 61: I didn't lose to him, I lost to my own recklessness

Three days later!

Bang!

The camphor tree in the courtyard trembled, and the leaves, which were not many to begin with, fell by another thirty percent as Lin Chen slapped out this palm.

Now it is visibly sparse.

Evolved from slightly bald to half bald.

Lin Chen stood in the center of the courtyard, naked from the waist up. On his arms and shoulders, where the four acupoints were located, the flow of blood color was visible to the naked eye on the skin surface.

Four acupoints!

Two acupoints on each hand.

From this moment on, he could truly achieve no shortcomings in both hands.

"Panel!"

【Host: Lin Chen】

【Realm: Open-Acupuncture Stage (4/24): (5/100)】

【Clear Wind Palm: Small Success (2/10)】

【Water Cloud Palm: Proficient (1/10)】

... (To prevent everyone from saying I'm watering, actually there is no watering in the free period, but Jiudeng tries not to write the panel that hasn't changed)

Ten days passed, and the progress of the Clear Wind Palm only increased by 1 point.

Lin Chen didn't feel discouraged. Although he had been practicing the Clear Wind Palm every day for these ten days, he relied more on the proficiency of the Clear Wind Palm Small Success to accelerate the circulation of Qi and blood in his body. In terms of comprehension of the Clear Wind Palm, the improvement was not much.

Spending half an hour, he familiarized himself with the changes in strength increase after opening four acupoints. Lin Chen took off the Martial Hall training uniform and changed into a tight suit.

This set of clothes was sent by Lin Lin Shidi Cheng Ying when he and Lu Yongfeng's three gathered a few days ago. Lin Lin Shidi Cheng's family opened a cloth shop and sent two sets of clothes to each of the three of them.

It couldn't be counted as top-grade silk and satin, but it was extremely soft to wear, without the roughness of linen that pricks the skin.

After leaving the Martial Hall, Lin Chen went to the incense candle shop to buy a new mask, put it on, and headed straight for the Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan arena.

Arriving at the arena, what Lin Chen didn't expect was that there were even more martial artists at the arena than at the end of last month.

Especially the number of martial artists wearing masks had increased sharply.

"Another student from a Martial Hall has come. Bullying these newcomers these past few days has been satisfying."

"I heard that this year the Martial Administration Office has been ruthless to the major Martial Halls. The new batch of students has to have a competition every three months. These little Junior Brothers all want to come to the arena to improve their actual combat ability."

Seeing Lin Chen enter, those martial artists who didn't wear masks also discussed a few words.

Lin Chen understood. The number of martial artists at the arena increased because the new students from the major Martial Halls had all come.

The three-month competition period was approaching. Those who had thoughts of winning a ranking in the Martial Hall competition all had their own plans.

Coming to the Wu Yuan arena to improve actual combat ability was not only what he thought of, but others had also thought of it.

Really rolling!

Lin Chen sighed, walked to the referee's office, and took out his identity card to register.

"Four acupoints!"

After reporting his strength, the referee in charge of registration looked at Lin Chen, then recorded Lin Chen's identity number on the paper.

And just as Lin Chen was walking toward the second arena, the referee flipped the booklet in his hand forward by more than ten pages and saw the number recorded on that page: 1208, two acupoints.

The referee raised his eyes again to look at Lin Chen's back, and drew a circle on this number.

The mask will change, but the number will not.

The second arena, the two martial artists fighting on the stage at this moment were both wearing masks. Just looking at them for a few eyes, Lin Chen determined that these two were from the Seven Stars Martial Hall and the Zhen Yue Martial Hall.

The one from the Seven Stars Martial Hall had a proficiency in Seven Stars Fist higher than Lu Yongfeng's, and looking at this posture, it should have been practiced to Proficient.

But even so, this martial artist from the Seven Stars Martial Hall was still at a disadvantage in the arena. His Seven Stars Fist was very flexible, but his opponent didn't fear it at all.

The one from the Zhen Yue Martial Hall was like a mountain of meat, charging and colliding in the arena. Every time he collided, the martial artist from the Seven Stars Martial Hall had to dodge in a panic.

"No matter how exquisite and flexible the moves are, if you can't break the opponent's defense, it's just fancy. The one from the Seven Stars Martial Hall is going to lose."

Not long after Lin Chen made a guess about the result of this fight in his heart, the man from the Seven Stars Martial Hall was forced to the edge of the arena. Facing the charge of the Zhen Yue Martial Hall man, he finally had to choose to jump off the arena and admit defeat.

The man from the Seven Stars Martial Hall stepped off the stage, and several others wearing masks quickly surrounded him. Lin Chen saw the clues. These should all be from the Seven Stars Martial Hall. This was a group coming to brush the arena.

It wasn't just the Seven Stars Martial Hall. Many of those wearing masks under the stage were in groups of three or five. Lin Chen didn't hesitate either. After the man from the Seven Stars Martial Hall stepped off the stage, he walked toward the stage.

"Does Lin Lin Shixiong want to rest?"

According to the arena rules, the winning side can choose to rest for a quarter of an hour, or choose to step off the arena and come back after resting enough.

"No need."

The Zhen Yue Martial Hall man answered in a muffled voice. Clearly, facing the one from the Seven Stars Martial Hall didn't consume too much of his physical strength.

"Please enlighten me, Lin Lin Shixiong."

"Good!"

The Zhen Yue Martial Hall man shook his body, his flesh trembling, his whole body emitting a tough aura like rock. He took the first step, his figure carrying the power of overturning mountains and seas, charging over without any avoidance.

Zhen Yue Martial Hall, mainly based on Iron Bone Technique, whole body like iron, martial artists of the same cultivation realm can hardly break his defense.

The martial artist from the Seven Stars Martial Hall earlier was because he couldn't break the opponent's Iron Bone Technique, and finally had to be driven off the stage.

Watching the other party whistling over, Lin Chen's figure accelerated suddenly, and the Clear Wind Palm slapped out.

"Disciple of Clear Qing Qing Feng Wuguan."

Seeing Lin Chen's palm, many people under the stage recognized Lin Chen's identity.

Using the Clear Wind Palm, that must be a disciple of the Clear Qing Qing Feng Wuguan without a doubt.

Slap!

This palm slapped on the Zhen Yue Martial Hall man. Lin Chen could clearly feel the tremor coming from the opponent's skin. As the palm fell, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, seeing no waves.

Deserving to be the number one hard-training technique in Poyang County, Iron Bone Palm!

Lin Chen didn't expect that his Small Success level Clear Wind Palm wouldn't break the opponent's defense.

"Zhen Yue Martial Hall, number one in hard training. Among those of the same cultivation realm, only the Iron Tie Tie Xue Wuguan's Iron Collapse Fist can compare with it, others are slightly inferior!"

This sentence was written in Instructor Yu's notes.

Iron Tie Tie Xue Wuguan and Zhen Yue Martial Hall had always been the strongest among the Eight Great Martial Halls. One had the toughest fist, one had the fiercest shield.

Other Martial Halls, with equivalent technique proficiency in the same cultivation realm, were hard to be opponents of these two families.

However, the disciples of these two Martial Halls could have an advantage, but they also paid a huge price, needing to soak their bodies with secret medicine, and their expenses far exceeded those of other Martial Hall disciples.

"Meeting Lin Lin Shidi Fu, this one from Clear Qing Qing Feng Wuguan is going to lose."

"Lin Lin Shidi Fu, although he only has four acupoints, his Iron Bone Technique has been practiced to Proficient. Even if he meets a five-acupoint disciple from another Martial Hall, he is sure to win."

Iron Bone Technique Proficient is far harder than opening five acupoints.

Among the new students of their Zhen Yue Martial Hall this batch, currently only two have practiced Iron Bone Technique to Proficient, one is Lin Lin Shidi Fu, and one is Lin Lin Shixiong Gu.

After several palms, Lin Chen was suppressed by the other party. Fortunately, after practicing the Flying Swallow Technique, his figure and footsteps were extremely flexible. Although the arena limited the performance of the Flying Swallow Technique, it was more than enough to face the Zhen Yue Martial Hall disciple.

Iron Bone Technique, defense is strong, but sacrificed flexibility.

Lin Chen carefully paid attention to the opponent's actions. Every time the opponent turned and moved, there were very obvious signs, somewhat similar to the pre-swing before the battle.

"You are quite good at running, don't you dare to have a real fight with me?"

On the arena, Hearing Fu Ang looked at Lin Chen, who was constantly shuttling around him like a swallow, and was a bit impatient, unable to help but mock.

"As you wish!"

Lin Chen stopped his figure, a faint smile curled on the corner of his mouth. He took a deep breath, the essence in his body surged, no longer reserved, and the Clear Wind Palm was fully exerted.

One palm slapped out, carrying a low groan of cutting the air, like a sharp blade. Hearing Fu Ang didn't take it seriously at first, but when Lin Chen's palm landed on him, his expression changed slightly. This palm landed on his arm, actually making his arm produce severe pain, as if a sharp blade had cut through the skin.

Without waiting for Hearing Fu Ang to recover from the shock, Lin Chen's figure accelerated suddenly, Clear Wind Palm one palm after another, every palm falling made Hearing Fu Ang feel pain and retreat.

This scene made the pupils of the hard-training Martial Hall disciples under the stage shrink, looking at the changes on the arena in disbelief.

Lin Lin Shidi Fu actually retreated!

How is this possible!

Unless he meets a disciple of the Iron Tie Tie Xue Wuguan, other Martial Hall disciples cannot break the defense of Lin Lin Shidi Fu's Iron Bone Technique in the same cultivation realm.

Four acupoints, five acupoints won't work, six acupoints are possible!

But this disciple of the Clear Qing Qing Feng Wuguan in front of him is clearly also four acupoints. How did he do it?

It couldn't be that this disciple of the Clear Qing Qing Feng Wuguan has reached Small Success in Clear Wind Palm, right?

The sixth palm, the seventh palm...

Hearing Fu Ang, who was the person involved, had an extremely painful expression under the mask. Every palm of the opponent was like a knife cut to him, and that kind of pain made him grin.

Swish!

Seeing another palm from the opponent falling, Hearing Fu Ang subconsciously retreated.

With this retreat, there was an uproar under the arena!

The disciple of Zhen Yue Martial Hall actually retreated. This scene was too rare to see.

The disciple of Zhen Yue Martial Hall, known as having copper tendons and iron bones, would actually retreat?

Shameful!

The three Zhen Yue Martial Hall disciples under the stage also had very ugly expressions. Fortunately, the mask covered their faces.

Hearing Fu Ang retreated a few steps and also heard the uproar under the stage. His whole face turned red instantly. He had lost face for the Martial Hall.

But the palm of the opponent landing on him was really too painful.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Seeing the opponent's palm about to fall again, Hearing Fu Ang suddenly roared, his whole body like a charging wild boar, directly colliding over.

Lin Chen was stunned. What does that mean?

With the opponent's speed, it was impossible to hit him at all.

Lin Chen turned his figure, like a gentle breeze brushing his face, dodging Hearing Fu Ang's frontal collision, and was about to turn back to slap, but found that Hearing Fu Ang's figure didn't stop, directly rushing toward the arena.

Lin Chen's hand was raised in mid-air:...

His body smashed to the ground, but Hearing Fu Ang felt relieved in his heart.

He did it on purpose!

Deliberately letting himself rush off the arena!

As a disciple of Zhen Yue Martial Hall, being beaten back constantly by others was too shameful. Rather than continuing to be tortured like this, it was better to lose heroically.

The disciple of Zhen Yue Martial Hall was originally relying on a body of Iron Bone Technique to charge and collide. The arena was so small, and it was understandable that he didn't stop his force and rushed off the arena.

He didn't lose to his opponent, he lost to his own recklessness.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 62 =====