I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch
Chapter 220: Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition (2)

The schedule was for sixty-four people to compete in the first round: twenty-four who came up through preliminaries and forty who advanced to the main tournament through recommendations from orthodox factions.

Today was the first round for Groups 1 and 3, which meant waiting on standby for an unknown turn.

Qing’s plan to find Cheon Yuhak and ask if there was another way because the side effects were too severe was pushed back.

Damn, I don’t even know where Master is.

I definitely heard him muttering about selling tonics, so he should be at the market, but if he sells everything with his unique mysterious sales technique (forced sales), there might be no way to find him.

So in a situation where she was quite anxious, having to watch these low-level nobodies fight!

Hmm, it is interesting though…

Originally, low-level fights are much more interesting than high-level fights.

This is because while you can’t really understand what’s happening in high-level fights even if you watch, in low-level fights you can see the situation at a glance, making them exciting and nail-biting.

Oh, the Earth-Lying Fist expert Ma came up too?

Earth-Lying Fist master Ma faced disciple Chae from the Guiyang Sect and kept crawling on the ground.

Usually, crawling on the ground would mean you’re losing badly, but for Earth-Lying Fist master Ma who originally crawls around, it actually meant he had the upper hand.

The poor Guiyang Sect disciple kept floundering, clearly not knowing how to attack an opponent slithering around below his knees.

Well, in fact, no sword technique in the martial arts world probably has movements for dealing with an opponent crawling below the knees.

Eventually, Ma slithered in like a snake, pressed on the back of Chae’s knee, and as Chae fell, entangled his legs in various ways to subdue him.

Then Chae tried his hardest to escape, but each time he was met with bone-crushing pain, barely able to hold back his screams.

The Murim Alliance master acting as referee watched the subdued Guiyang Sect disciple’s escape attempts a few times before quickly making a judgment.

This wasn’t a biased judgment, but briefly observing if there was any possibility of escaping with some technique after being subdued.

“Match! Victory to Ma Onsa from Xinye!”

At this, cheers erupted from the spectators.

Ma waved happily, while the poor Guiyang Sect disciple hung his head low and trudged off.

He should have at least shown a decent performance in the martial arts competition, but facing such an opponent, even that wasn’t possible.

“Tsk tsk. How vicious. How can he hold his head up after that? But we can’t tell that child not to use Earth-Lying Fist either.”

Ximen Surin said as if feeling sorry for him.

Previously, Ximen Surin had advised to receive at least ten exchanges even if the opponent’s realm was low and their skills were poor.

It wasn’t a duel to the death, and at a good gathering of orthodox faction members, you should give them a chance to show off their skills.

Ma’s victory and fame was just being known as a master of an ugly martial art good at crawling on the ground, and the loser became a fool who lost to that.

There wasn’t much to gain even by winning, and separately, now the Guiyang Sect disciple would probably view Ma as an enemy, so it only created resentment.

The reason Earth-Lying Fist was avoided in the martial arts world was because disadvantages leaked out from all sides like this.

After that, the matches continued and familiar faces appeared occasionally. Gongson Yoye easily defeated Sang Baeksong from the Western River Merchant Clan, and Jegal Ihyeon swung his iron fan to knock out someone said to be from Qinghai.

And then it was almost Qing’s turn.

The Murim Alliance warrior in charge of proceedings guided her to the waiting room, saying it would be soon.

The waiting room was a ship rising from the arena floating on the canal, and as soon as she entered, a snorting sound rang out.

It was almost at the level of blowing one’s nose rather than snorting, so Qing looked at the owner of that sound.

“Ha! Miss Ximen is showing her true colors? What on earth are you wearing?”

In fact, if there was a woman who would pick a fight with Qing as soon as she saw her, there was only one person in the world.

Murong Juhui pointed at Qing.

“What is that blatantly tight sash? It seems you want to show off your figure to the whole Central Plains. If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to just take off your top and go out?”

Sash here refers to a woman’s belt, and unlike in Qing’s homeland, there are so many types of belts in the Central Plains that anything wrapped around the waist outside the clothes was called a sash.

Qing had tightly wrapped her waist with a wide cloth to prevent her skin from brushing against it.

Already thin at the waist and extremely thick above and below, Qing’s large difference in curves was inevitably exposed.

Qing sighed deeply.

Was this her way of greeting?

“Miss Murong, aren’t you tired of picking fights at every turn? When you say such things, everyone is just comparing now. Excuse me, everyone, could you please stop staring as it’s rude?”

Indeed, the others in the waiting room were alternately looking at Qing and Murong Juhui.

“Eek…!”

Murong Juhui, with a red face, gritted her teeth and fiercely scanned the waiting contestants in the room.

The waiting contestants pretended to be looking for strange patterns on the floor, walls, or ceiling with embarrassed expressions.

That’s when it happened.

“Kyaaah!”

“Kiyaaah! Kyaaah!”

Suddenly, terrible screams erupted simultaneously from outside the waiting room.

They were heart-rending screams as if tearing one’s liver.

The startled waiting contestants in the room jumped up and looked out the door.

Outside-

“Kyaaah! Young Master! Young Master Peng! Please look here! Kyaaah!”

“Jade Qilin! Kyaaah!”

“Oh my, I made eye contact, how, ah…”

Thud. Women were collapsing one after another.

The world’s most handsome man could destroy women’s minds and make them faint just with his gaze.

Even with some bad rumors recently, his popularity hadn’t died down at all, wasn’t there an outbreak of women wearing rags in Kaifeng, calling it the beggar style?

What, I was startled for nothing…

Qing sat down indifferently.

Surprisingly, Murong Juhui also frowned deeply and turned away.

Qing turned towards her veil, and Murong Juhui frowned deeply.

“What’s wrong? Are you surprised I’m not looking at the world’s most handsome man? How funny. Did I look so pathetic as to cling to a man who dislikes me?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyes said exactly that.”

“You can see my eyes? Are you at the Unrestrained Realm?”

Qing doesn’t understand the principle at all, but apparently masters at the Unrestrained Realm can see through veils.

“Tch.”

Murong Juhui turned her head sharply as if she didn’t want to deal with her.

Qing didn’t particularly want to deal with her either, so whatever. It’s not like we’ll keep seeing each other anyway.

While this was happening, another round of “Kyaah kyaah” frenzied screams rang out from outside.

Having experienced it once, she knew without looking.

San must have won, she thought.

After that, it was Murong Juhui’s turn and she was guided out through the passage, and in less than one ke, the host’s voice announced “Murong Juhui wins!”

And then it was finally Qing’s turn.

Following the interior of the ship, crossing a few planks of the deck, entering the interior again and climbing stairs, there was a foothold and handrail prepared.

No wonder everyone was rising from the floor trying to gain the upper hand with their movement techniques.

With a foothold and handrail, even someone weak in movement techniques could jump up one zhang.

Qing lightly stepped on the foothold with the Yue Maiden Footwork’s half-gravity walk and flew up.

Thus, she lightly touched down on her toes on the arena, standing gracefully in place without a sound.

“I am Hwan Yuk, disciple of Wudang. I have learned the Taiji Divine Sword and Cotton Palm.”

Then he showed half a movement with his sword and half a movement with his left palm as a salute.

Qing responded by showing the basic forms of the Divine Maiden Sword and Yue Maiden Sword.

After that, Hwan Yuk suddenly asked:

“Miss Ximen? Have we perhaps met before? You seem familiar…”

What’s he saying now? What kind of trick is this?

Is there a custom of gaining the upper hand through irritating conversation in the Central Plains too, not just in modern times?

Qing, who doesn’t lose in this area, responded:

“Isn’t that an inappropriate thing for a Wudang disciple to say?”

“Huh? What do you mean…”

Hwan Yuk was confused for a moment, but then realized his mistake.

Saying a veiled woman looks familiar could be seen as an obvious trick.

It wasn’t that, he just vaguely remembered an unusual body posture, but that was equally impolite to say out loud. It would sound like “Your body is amazing, where have I seen it before?”

“I’m sorry. Please forget it.”

Can’t even handle a war of words.

Qing’s lips drooped as if finding it ridiculous.

Hwan Yuk couldn’t see because of the veil, but if he could, it would have been quite unfair.

He really just asked purely because she seemed familiar, with no other intentions.

“I’ll give you the first move.”

“How could I? I should properly give you the first move.”

“If you insist.”

Given Qing’s rank, she didn’t particularly have an obligation to greet the Nine Sects One Union.

So only the elders she had met knew Qing’s realm, and for sects she had no connection with, she was just a young girl from the Divine Maiden Sect.

Moreover, the cunning of the previous generation masters who put forth their best disciples. They didn’t particularly boast, telling them to show it through winning, so Qing was like that and so was the Shaolin disciple Wolbong.

Qing didn’t decline and lightly stepped forward, just bouncing her ankle.

Master said Wudang’s sword is softness.

I wonder what he’ll show me.

Qing lightly swung her sword.

Divine Maiden Sword Sutra Third Movement, Butch Heavenly Maiden, the simple diagonal slash that Ximen Surin likes best and Qing does too.

Hwan Yuk met her blade, his arm drawing a large vertical circle and his feet moving in a large horizontal circle.

Thus, the iron sword raised on his right side gently flowed along Qing’s movement, deflecting and pushing.

Qing also didn’t resist the pushing force and just turned her body once towards Hwan Yuk.

This was the first exchange.

Qing thought.

Ah, so this is how it moves.

To read attacks, look at the eyes, to read martial arts, look at the feet, they say.

She didn’t know much about the Taiji Divine Sword, but what was clearly different from before was the direction of the footwork.

Footwork is about taking the most suitable position according to the movements of the technique to properly direct force to the weapon.

Namgung Shinjae’s footwork is static, so it’s more for firmly standing to support the body rather than for movement.

Peng Choryo’s footwork is used to maintain rotation while advancing and retreating diagonally, and Peng Daesan’s footwork focuses on maximizing the destructive power of the saber by moving greatly up and down.

And now Hwan Yuk’s footwork, stretching left and right in curves, seemed to be drawing a large circle centered far behind Qing.

Second exchange, third exchange, fourth exchange.

Qing kept pondering.

Is this about angle rather than distance?

Guiding the flow outwards and actually adding force in the direction of movement. If you get caught up in that and swept along, you’ll suddenly find the offensive has reversed and taken your back.

Fifth exchange. Sixth exchange, seventh exchange.

It was like the movement of a bullfighter.

Forcing the opponent’s straight line, moving left and right to dodge and push, trying to get on their back.

Then what should I do?

Either push faster and stronger to break through in one go, mix in deception to guide the circle into a dead end, or respond with rotation.

Eighth exchange, ninth exchange, tenth exchange.

Qing, who had been gently meeting softness with softness, flowing together and clashing swords, gently raised her right foot.

And at that moment.

She suddenly stomped the raised foot violently on the ground, bang!! The whole arena shook with the impact. In an instant, Qing’s body tilted forward one step.

Following that, a fierce sword strike thrusting in!

Hwan Yuk hurriedly swung his sword to deflect it. Clang!! The sound of iron breaking. At the same time, a shadow suddenly fell over Hwan Yuk’s face.

Hwan Yuk’s gaze quickly shot upwards. Under the May sky, casting a shadow blocking the sun, a beautiful white hand. Swish, cutting through the air, getting closer.

The sword was a decoy, Hwan Yuk belatedly realized, but it was already too late.

And then, thud.

Qing’s hand blade touched the top of Hwan Yuk’s head.

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