Jujutsu: Eight Magical Skills At The Beginning, Admission Is A Special Level

Chapter 40: Bringing Master Lu's Goose

Pang Miaosong's face turned iron blue with anger, his eyes piercing like knives as he pointed them at Lu Bei. However, Lu Bei, relying on his thick skin, took it all in stride and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Just then, laughter erupted as a towering figure leaped onto the stage.

A rough-looking man with wild hair, as strong as a bear, capable of standing on his fists - this was the type being referred to.

"Who might you be?" Lu Bei asked.

"Shaking Mountain Gate, Du Jinglan," came the reply.

"What? You're Master Du?" Lu Bei exclaimed, pointing at Pang Miaosong, whose face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He asked in confusion, "Then who is this?"

"She is Master Pang from the Water Moon Sect. If we're talking about broad-mindedness, Master Pang is even worse than me. You've mistaken the person," Du Jinglan confidently stated.

The words of this straight-talking, iron-hearted man from the Apex Level made Pang Miaosong, who was sitting below, tremble with anger. While cautioning himself not to stoop to the level of a brute, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and with a crack, he crushed the chair in his hand.

"Is this true?" Lu Bei asked in astonishment.

"It's true!"

"I don't believe it unless we have a live demonstration," Lu Bei shook his head repeatedly. He was a stubborn person who wouldn't easily be convinced without evidence.

"Let's have a competition then, what's so difficult about that?"

Du Jinglan smiled and casually took off his shirt, revealing a body of astonishing muscles. His dancing pectoral muscles suddenly tightened, releasing a burst of purple energy, causing Lu Bei's face to change drastically.

Lu Bei glanced at Pang Miaosong, his gaze lingering on the heavy weapon for a few seconds, then compared him to Du Jinglan, and apologized, "You're right, you're the real Master Du. I mistook you earlier."

"..." xN

The peak of Four Thorns fell into silence, everyone staring in astonishment at Lu Bei's shocking statement, unable to determine if he was truly foolish or pretending to be.

The female disciples of the Water Moon Sect, with their killing intent and sharp gazes, directed their eyes like raindrops towards Lu Bei.

Lu Bei felt helpless. He didn't want this to happen, but when pulling aggro, it was inevitable that the taunting would be deadly.

From another perspective, it was no wonder he was so popular. As soon as he appeared, he captured the attention of all the young ladies in the audience, and even won the heart of an older sister. Even if he died, she would drag him down with her.

"I've heard that Master Lu has extraordinary talent, having achieved Foundation Building at such a young age. I've come to learn a thing or two," Du Jinglan said, full of fighting spirit as he strode towards Lu Bei.

"I dare not claim to have extraordinary talent. I simply have been slightly luckier than others."

Lu Bei moved his hands and feet casually, speaking modestly and sincerely, "As for achieving Foundation Building at such a young age, well, isn't that how everyone is?"

"..." xN

Mockery filled the air, and the gazes of the onlookers changed accordingly. Cheers and shouts formed a wave, urging Du Jinglan to defeat the demon leader of Three Pristine Peak and bring glory to Nine Bamboo Mountain.

Du Jinglan was oblivious to the support from the outside world. His eyes were locked onto Lu Bei, and he happily said, "Master Lu, allow me to go first."

As a fanatic of body cultivation, Du Jinglan belonged to the physical cultivation lineage. He was full of energy and eager for battle. However, the Nine Bamboo Mountain lineage only had two individuals at the Foundation Building Stage, and Yang Fuli was notorious for avoiding unnecessary fights.

Just like that, it's satisfying to bully the weak, but once it's done, there's only emptiness. Du Jinglan had been holding back for a long time. Facing Lu Bei, who had the same cultivation level, he could no longer bear it. After exchanging a few polite words, he raised his hand and threw a punch.

As soon as he made a move, his entire body erupted with blood energy. With a burst of force, the bricks under his feet shattered, and a heavy punch cleared the way, accompanied by a fierce and roaring airflow.

The banners on the edge of the arena straightened in the gust of energy, and the gusts of wind exploded. The onlookers in front all retreated and dodged. Several unlucky ones who were still shouting ended up with a mouthful of powerful wind, howling in satisfaction.

Witnessing this scene, the onlookers became spirited. The demon may be rampant, but righteousness would ultimately prevail. And now, the righteous fist was coming down to punish.

"What a strong physique!"

Lu Bei faced the punch head-on, his robe fluttering. Stepping forward and lowering his body, he shouted and threw a punch.

The confidence brought by the Demon-Slaying Sutra allowed him to compare basic attributes with opponents of the same level. He was confident in defeating one opponent after another. Even though Du Jinglan specialized in body cultivation, he was not weak in a direct confrontation.

Bang!!

The two fists collided, and a huge wave of energy surged. The violent wind momentarily drowned out the shouts from the sidelines, shocking everyone's faces pale. They felt as if their heads had been struck hard by a heavy hammer, with a buzzing sound in their ears. Several individuals with lower cultivation levels were shaken to the point of their blood and energy churning, and they lowered their heads to show everyone what they had for lunch.

"What's going on? Is he also a body cultivator?"

"Wow, impressive. He may be a scoundrel, but he's truly formidable."

"Look, Master Du has been pushed back."

On the arena, at the moment of the collision between the two fists, Du Jinglan couldn't withstand the incoming force. He retreated four or five steps in astonishment before finally stopping.

Lu Bei remained motionless, sliding back three steps, his expression strange as he looked at Du Jinglan.

Indeed, he had a lot of strength!

The exaggerated power far surpasses other Foundation Building Stage cultivators, making him think of players who used to dominate the lower levels, each of them focusing on enhancing their basic attributes and killing newbies outside the novice village.

Fortunately, there is no problem. With the double attribute points from the "Demon-Slaying Sutra," Lu Bei is not worried when encountering players who dominate the levels. He shakes his sore fist and takes a few steps to stand in front of Du Jinglan.

Bending the waist,

Stretching,

Clenching the fist,

Swinging the arm.

With the blessing of 90 points in strength and 68 points in speed, he skillfully uses Lv5 Eight Arm Boxing. The shadows of his arms swing, transforming illusions into reality, as if he really has eight arms.

The punches come crashing, and Du Jinglan's eyes turn red. His blood surges, flowing like a river, and his heartbeat sounds like a booming drum. He clenches his fists and strikes directly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the arena, a strong wind blows, and the shadows of fists continue endlessly.

The air fluctuates like a tide, with waves of bursting air, whistling and howling like a ghost crying, forcing the onlookers to retreat.

Du Jinglan's speed slows down, and his punches become heavier. However, Lu Bei remains unaffected, forcefully countering Du Jinglan's punches. The relentless punches leave dented fist marks on Du Jinglan's chest, shoulders, abdomen, and arms.

Bang!

Visible violent air currents surge, and Lu Bei withdraws his fist and exhales. Du Jinglan is left with sore muscles and twitching, as if his bones have been shattered.

Lu Bei admires him as a man. He avoids attacking the face when throwing punches, so Du Jinglan doesn't look too miserable. As for the muscle soreness and external injuries, he can recover after ten days or half a month of rest and then continue training vigorously.

"Master Lu practices body cultivation, so he practices boxing?" Du Jinglan asks with uncertainty. If that's the case, he will definitely visit Lu Bei every day in the future and train together.

"No," Lu Bei shakes his head slightly. "My boxing skills are average, but my knife skills are decent."

"I see," Du Jinglan smiles bitterly. Cultivation is like this. Some people can easily rise to the top with casual practice, while others can only look up with great effort.

Fortunately, although he suffered a miserable defeat today, the feeling of landing punches was quite enjoyable.

"Satisfying," Du Jinglan shouts, his muscles trembling. He charges towards Lu Bei with a fierce smile.

"Good!" Lu Bei squints his eyes. Regardless of the other peaks of Nine Bamboo Mountain, he remembers Du Jinglan from Eight Geese Peak Shaking Mountain Gate. He is a remarkable individual.

The skill "Dark Tide" is activated.

Gathering Qi + Critical hit!

With a punch, the green stone ground beneath Lu Bei's feet shatters, and cracks spread densely.

Even though Du Jinglan was prepared, the force of this punch far exceeded his imagination. As soon as they made contact, he stumbled and flew off the arena.

Bang!

His 300-pound weight deeply embeds into the ground beside the arena. The backdrop is the silent martial arts field of Lofty Brow Faction. The three other sect leaders closest to the arena have uncertain expressions. Du Jinglan, who has the highest cultivation level, was defeated so decisively that they are afraid they won't be able to salvage any face if they step up.

Ding Lei, in a daze, sees the three sect leaders motionless and knows that the situation is settled. There is no one from Nine Bamboo Mountain who can help him anymore.

He raises his hand and calls a disciple, sighing, "Go and bring Lu Sect Leader's goose."

"Sect leaders, I was fortunate enough to win against Du Sect Leader. Who's next?" Seeing no one speaking, Lu Bei takes the initiative to invite a challenge.

"Lu Sect Leader, you're joking. Cauldron King Sect is a alchemy sect and not good at martial combat. I'm just here to join in the fun and have no intention of competing on the arena," says Liu Ao, the sect leader of Cauldron King Sect, with a modest smile.

"Same goes for Flying Snow Gate," says the sect leader Lin Hong. He also came to join in the fun and doesn't want to get involved in the conflict between Three Pristine Peak and Four Thorns Peak.

Pang Miaosong remains silent with a serious expression. Lu Bei mocked her as soon as he came up, and she is the one who feels the most embarrassed. If she directly admits defeat at this moment, it won't matter if she loses face, but Water Moon Gate will become the laughingstock of Nine Bamboo Mountain.

Pang Miaosong grits her teeth and stands up, walking towards the arena. "Water Moon Gate, Pang Miaosong, seeks guidance from Sect Leader Lu."

Lu Bei clasps his fists and apologizes sincerely, "Master Pang, I mistook you for someone else earlier. I didn't mean anything else. Master Pang, you have a broad mind... um, a generous spirit... in short, you are magnanimous. Please don't take it to heart."

Pang Miaosong: "..."

Lu Bei: "..."

Heavens, this time it wasn't mockery, it was a mistake in using idioms.

(End of this chapter)