Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

Qiao Rui slowly raised his head and grinned at Liu Quan, "I don't have any witnesses, but justice is in the hearts of the people."

"You said I would sneak attack Zhao Si during breakfast, but you didn't expect that a person like him who is not even third-rate is worthy of being attacked by me?"

"As for you," Qiao Rui paused, pointed at Liu Quan with his index finger, then raised it and shook it twice, "You are not worthy either!"

"If I use my full strength, you won't be able to take even one move. You are just second-rate. Do you really think you are a big shot?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar. Even the disciples who were gathering on the side and pretending to practice martial arts forgot what they were doing, stopped midway, and looked stunned.

"Is this man crazy? He is so arrogant!"

"You can't even take a single blow? And you're just second-rate?"

"I believe that Zhao Si is not worthy of his sneak attack. I also believe that he is stronger than Wang Wu. Even if he is stronger than Liu Quan, it is understandable. As a specially recruited disciple, he must have some strength. But to say that Liu Quan can't even withstand one of his moves is just bragging!"

In the Third Academy where most of the disciples have not yet reached third-rate strength, second-rate is the best that can be achieved.

If Liu Quan had never been able to learn those basic moves, he would have been admitted to the fourth courtyard long ago. But even so, even if he just stood there and didn't fight back, he couldn't be shaken by the disciples of the third courtyard.

It was not like there had been no specially recruited disciples in the past, all of whom were second-rate players. Although they all entered the fourth courtyard quickly, it was impossible for them to defeat Liu Quan in one move.

But in Qiao Rui's eyes, he couldn't even handle a single move?

joke!

"I'm going to fight you!" Liu Quan couldn't bear it any longer and rushed forward with his fists.

If he doesn't take action, he will never be able to hold his head up in Shaolin in this life, and he will be the one becoming a joke.

Liu Quan's eyes widened with anger and he punched Qiao Rui in the chest.

He attacked with hatred at this moment, his whole body's power increased, his grey monk robe fluttered, sand and rocks flew when he attacked, his momentum was terrifying.

"it is good!"

"Brother Liu really deserves to be the number one in the three courtyards!"

Liu Quansheng's younger disciples all praised him, and even the disciples watching the excitement on the side couldn't help but nod in agreement, "A second-rate master is indeed extraordinary!"

Facing Liu Quan's fierce punch, Qiao Rui looked indifferent. This man's skills were decent, but it was better not to talk about his moves.

He calmly took half a step forward, lowered his body slightly, stretched out his left hand, raised his fierce fist, and at the same time, turned his right wrist sharply, and his right palm flashed into the empty space in front of Liu Quan, and landed a palm on his chest.

"boom!"

Liu Quan spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked away.

Amazing!

Everyone present, except Bujing, gasped and showed an expression of disbelief.

"Liu Quan really didn't catch a single move!"

"Is this guy so scary?"

"Master, idol!"

People were talking about it, some were amazed, some were worshipping, and some were wary.

"How dare you, you mad man, hurt someone in my courtyard?"

Just at this moment, a loud shout came from outside the field, and a sturdy figure rushed over from afar, and arrived in the field in two or three breaths.

This man was extremely fast. He came to Qiao Rui's side and did not stop. He took advantage of the momentum and raised his hand to strike him with a palm.

Knowing that something was wrong, Qiao Rui narrowed his eyes slightly and listened to the surging palm wind beside his ear. This palm was powerful and brave, and the attack was experienced, which was not comparable to that of Liu Quan.

He did not dare to delay. He stepped back with his left foot, turned half a circle, swung his right hand in a circle, gathered the energy from his Dantian, and slapped out with one palm. With a loud bang, the two men separated and each took two steps back.

When the two separated, Qiao Rui saw who was coming and became angry. It was him again.

There was no time to think at this moment. As Qiao Rui retreated, he silently exerted strength throughout his body, with his hands subtly positioned, secretly on guard.

The man who came was sturdy, with a black face, a bushy beard, and a ferocious look. It was Coach Ma.

This sudden change made the surrounding disciples confused. It seemed that the guy and Master Ma had fought each other? And they were evenly matched?

It seems that guy is more powerful? You know, Qiao Rui was hasty in the fight, but Coach Ma had been concentrating all his strength for a long time!

This is incredible, this is incredible, could this person be a top-notch expert?

Horror!

Coach Ma's deliberate move was blocked by Qiao Rui, which shocked the surrounding disciples. He was ashamed and annoyed, and the skin on his face turned dark red.

"You thief, how dare you fight back?" With a curse, Coach Ma waved his hands, his whole body full of energy, and rushed forward again.

Qiao Rui's face darkened. This guy was really haunting him. He looked at Liu Quan, Wang Wu and others who were gloating and sneering, and he understood.

I've only been here for one day and I've already offended so many people. If I say there's nothing fishy going on, no one will believe me. All these coincidences just happen at the same time, so there must be something fishy going on.

It must be this Coach Ma who has set traps for me again and again. It's really too much!

Qiao Rui was furious and no longer had any scruples. He knew he could no longer endure it. His eyes turned cold and he attacked with the Dragon Subduing No Regrets Palm.

Ever since he entered the third courtyard yesterday afternoon, Qiao Rui had been holding back an evil fire in his heart. Now that he was no longer suppressing it, it would be released like a violent storm.

Two dragons draw water!

Flying dragon in the sky!

Shocked for a hundred miles!

The dragon swung its tail!

The year is dragon and snake!

Qiao Rui struck out with one palm after another, each move faster than the last. His body was as fast as lightning, his palm wind was as strong as a knife, and his internal force was continuous and endless.

For a moment, the sound of the two men's palms colliding was endless. Coach Ma fought and retreated, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was in a mess, like a small boat in the stormy waves that could fall apart at any time, swaying in the wind in the storm, and capsizing in a moment.

All the disciples were stunned and shocked, but Bujing stood aside with his brows furrowed and his eyes wide open.

He originally wanted to wait and see for a while, and use his junior fellow apprentice to test Qiao Rui's abilities, but he never expected that this young man could be so skilled in martial arts. It really was true that appearance alone could not be judged.

Junior Brother Ma was suppressed the entire time and had no strength to fight back. Looking at his unstable breathing and disorderly steps, it was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries and his defeat would come in an instant.

"stop!"

The big monk shouted loudly, waited for the right moment, joined the battle with a move "Save All Living Beings", and opened his hands left and right, aiming to separate the two men.

Qiao Rui was fighting happily, venting his anger wantonly, so he was not going to stop just because Bujing told him to. He slipped, went around Bujing, and struck Coach Ma again, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing that Qiao Rui was not giving in, Bu Jing became furious and changed his moves. He used the move "The Coming of the Ming King". This move was powerful and majestic, and it carried the power of the Buddha and was incomparable.

Alarm bells rang in Qiao Rui's heart, and he woke up from the pleasure of revenge.

Seeing that Bujing's move was extraordinary, his expression changed drastically and he thought it was not good, but he had no time to think about how to respond. He made up his mind and could only confront him head-on.

It happened in a flash. At the critical moment, Qiao Rui suddenly straightened his body, slightly bent his left foot and straightened his right leg into a bow stance. He suddenly exerted force from his dantian, instantly gathering all his strength and pushing out with both palms side by side.

No regrets in conquering the dragon!

"boom!"

The energy of both men collided, like a landslide and the ground splitting apart. The remaining energy spread out, knocking some of the disciples who were close to them to the ground, and the scene became a mess.

Qiao Rui had just stood still and was about to fight again, but just as he exerted his strength, a sudden sharp pain arose from his body, and then spread to his whole body in an instant. He groaned, felt a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

“Capture this madman and take him to the punishment hall of the Discipline Institute. After I report this to the chief elders, I will revoke his martial arts and expel him from Shaolin!” Bujing shouted sternly.

"Yes!"

The monks with law enforcement sticks rushed forward, grabbed Qiao Rui with their long sticks, and took him to the execution hall.

Bujing tried to calm the disordered breath in his body. After a moment he let out a long breath and muttered to himself.

"What a powerful palm technique, what a profound inner strength!"