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Chapter 152 - 138: What is the National Martial Arts Seventh Rank

Chapter 152: Chapter 138: What is the National Martial Arts Seventh Rank

"Begin!" the referee waved his hand and stepped aside.

Sun Xing took the initiative to attack, delivering a fierce side kick with a whooshing sound toward Gao Jianping.

Gao Jianping stepped back to dodge the kick, but Sun Xing kept moving, stepping forward and continuously kicking at Gao Jianping with quick force and smooth succession, as if two people were kicking, leaving almost no gap.

After winning the national Sandboxing championship twice consecutively, Sun Xing was named the ’Northwest Leg King,’ indicative of his formidable kicking skills.

Gao Jianping backed up a few steps, then suddenly extended his hand in an Eagle Claw posture, with fingers hooked like talons, his skin turning black and blue, as fierce as a swift crossbow bolt, he snapped at Sun Xing’s left foot that was extended.

This Eagle Claw strike was sharp, fast, and extremely precise, hitting Sun Xing’s foot at just the right spot. If he had grasped it properly, Gao Jianping was confident he could have crippled the opponent’s left foot!

Sun Xing reacted swiftly, his left foot halfway through the move, suddenly changing direction and viciously kicking towards Gao Jianping’s temple.

This smooth transition in the kick showed Sun Xing’s power as the ’Northwest Leg King.’

Gao Jianping was unfazed, his other hand following as if shadowing the form, fingers stretched flat yet slightly curved, resembling a snake’s head or an eagle pecking.

His finger joints shook, making a hissing noise, and he swiftly reached upward.

Snap! Gao Jianping caught Sun Xing’s calf, but Sun Xing didn’t give him the chance to exert force and quickly retracted his leg.

Although this retraction slowed down a bit from the previous speed, Gao Jianping seized the opportunity, lunged forward with his body, and both hands reached for Sun Xing’s shoulders.

Sun Xing excelled at using his legs and was extremely sensitive to distance, least desiring to let his opponent close in. Thus, he exerted force and violently dashed to the side.

However, Gao Jianping moved his feet, his hands shadowing him, catching up with astonishing speed.

Recently, Gao Jianping had focused on enhancing his movement technique, all picked from the complete traditional Eagle Claw Fist taught to him by Wu Li, and they matched well with his Eagle Claw Fist.

At this moment, Gao Jianping used the movement technique mainly based on the eight-word mantra: "Lead the body with the legs, push the hands with the body," using leg movements to drive the body, then the body to drive the hands.

So, as Gao Jianping pivoted his foot, his wrist shifted immediately, his whole body’s power altered, naturally and swiftly, just as Sun Xing had abruptly changed direction mid-air earlier.

Sun Xing hadn’t expected Gao Jianping to suddenly shift and follow up so quickly, and unable to react in time, he felt Gao Jianping’s hands land on his shoulders.

He felt Gao Jianping’s fingers like iron hooks, suddenly exerting force which numbed his arms; then, a sweep at his feet brought a force that heavily threw him to the ground.

Bang!

Seeing Gao Jianping toss his opponent to the ground, Wu Li smiled, knowing this round was secured.

Guo Dongyang only pursed his lips; he had personally experienced the opponent’s formidable ground skill, knowing that once a joint was locked, there was almost no chance for a comeback.

Being locked in a standing position offers more space to move and makes it easier to exert force, comparatively making it easier to escape; however, being locked on the ground greatly increases the difficulty of escaping—let alone facing someone like Gao Jianping who had mastered the Eagle Claw Fist to a Master Level, with finger strength far beyond ordinary people, escaping his locking skill was virtually impossible.

On the stage, the two grappled together, with Gao Jianping easily gaining the upper hand and locking one of Sun Xing’s arms, pressing it against his body.

Sun Xing felt intense pain in his arm and could only helplessly tap the ground to signal his submission.

"Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall, Gao Jianping, wins!" the referee loudly declared.

The audience was silent for a moment, then erupted into a massive applause and cheers.

No one expected Gao Jianping to win so quickly; the total time hadn’t even reached a minute before he subdued his opponent, but that didn’t stop them from expressing their admiration for Gao Jianping.

Gao Jianping released his opponent, stood up, and looked around with a smile, then turned towards the camera and flashed a brilliant smile at the lens.

"Dad, did you see? They are cheering for me!"

...

Gao Jianping stepped down from the stage, and the director of the "Seeking Martial Arts" program was already waiting there with the cameraman.

"Master Gao, congratulations on winning the match, and so quickly! Did you anticipate this outcome?" the director asked.

Gao Jianping shook his head, "I had actually prepared for a tough fight."

In fact, the styles of the two competitors just happened to restrain each other. If Gao Jianping hadn’t seized the opportunity and had been continuously kept at bay by Sun Xing’s leg techniques, winning would have been difficult; conversely, Sun Xing, who excels in leg techniques, has a major weakness in close combat and ground fighting. Once Gao Jianping got close and threw him to the ground, it was almost a guaranteed loss for Sun.

"I remember in the second episode you said your greatest dream was to prove yourself in front of everyone. This was your first public match and you won; do you have anything you’d like to say?" the director asked.

Gao Jianping smiled brightly, "It feels great!"

"Is there anything you’d like to say to your father?"

Gao Jianping paused for a moment then said firmly, "I will keep striving!"

The director wanted to ask more, but at that moment, the third challenger had already stepped onto the stage, so he had to reluctantly turn the camera back to the stage.

"Yang Han, 82 kg, challenges Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall National Martial Arts Seventh Rank. Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall, please send someone up to the stage."

"It’s finally my turn!" Guo Dongyang said excitedly.

Gao Jianping looked at the challenger on the stage and felt a bit itchy. He hadn’t really exhausted much energy just now and could completely fight a second round, but seeing Guo Dongyang’s expression, he finally gave up the idea, feeling that if he suggested fighting a second round, this guy would probably start fighting with him even before getting on the stage.

Guo Dongyang entered the ring, staring fiercely at his opponent.

He had been so frustrated these past few days, first losing to an Eagle Claw Fist fighter who had never won a match before, and then inexplicably being knocked out by a punch from Wu Li, tarnishing the reputation of the village’s top fighter. He was eager to beat someone up and regain his confidence.

"Yang Han, signed competitor at the Asian ONE Championship, current record of four wins and one loss, hopeful for a third consecutive win, and looking to break into the top 15 in the ONE middleweight rankings."

Someone posted Yang Han’s information in the live broadcast.

Yang Han was now the last hope for Zhou Heng and others; they no longer hoped to suppress Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall, only wishing not to let its prestige rise too much. Even causing Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall a single loss would suffice to stir up some sentiment online.

"Begin!"

At the referee’s words, Guo Dongyang charged out like a mad tiger!

His attacks were wildly fierce with punches and elbows flying.

Wu Li had used system detection to review Guo Dongyang’s data; the opponent’s muscle strength and muscle burst were only slightly inferior to that of Wu Li, who was dubbed Mr. Muscle, comparable to Muay Thai King Basong who had fought Wu Li before.

In essence, Guo Dongyang was only slightly lacking in fist technique skills and match experience compared to Basong, almost like a weakened version of Basong.

In Wu Li’s words, this was a young man with explosive physical talent, born for this line of work. At this moment, he was erupting furiously, dominating an opponent rated B+ (16%) in overall score.

Bang! Guo Dongyang landed a ferocious knee strike breaking Yang Han’s defense, followed by a flying elbow to the temple, knocking his opponent out.

Time: 4 minutes 12 seconds.

"Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall, Guo Dongyang, wins!"

Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall, three National Martial Arts Seventh Rank, three rounds, all victories, and all against opponents who had previously won national championships or boxing champion belts.

What is National Martial Arts Seventh Rank? This is National Martial Arts Seventh Rank!