Martial Saint!
Chapter 109 - 0099 Arhat Reclining on the Tiger Ends Spring and Autumn

Chapter 109: 0099 Arhat Reclining on the Tiger Ends Spring and Autumn

Xihe Martial Arts Hall.

Wang Jian revealed a smile, constantly applauding.

"Good! Truly worthy of being my son, Wang Jian!"

To be honest, he hadn’t expected Wang He to make it to the championship match; reaching the semifinals had already satisfied him, but the boy really did fight for it, he said with relief:

"Wang He’s Spring and Autumn Palm was just a step away from the Breakthrough Realm. Stimulated by the high-pressure environment of the competition, and with luck on his side, a breakthrough at this critical moment is indeed reasonable."

The Martial Arts Academy students next to him laughed out loud.

"Congratulations, Brother Wang, first place is stable!"

"Fifth Rank body defeating a Sixth Rank! Who could achieve such a feat? That Lu Chenzhou might seem powerful, but he’s just lucky, only good at bullying lower Realm Martial Artists with a Sixth Rank body. If he were to face Brother Wang, he’d probably stand no chance!"

Wang Jian saw the students planting their flags, and he frowned,

"Don’t celebrate too soon."

There was no doubt that Lu Chenzhou’s performance had also reached Sixth Rank.

Moreover, this man had even more impressive presence and a profound understanding of Tiger Form.

It’s really hard to say whose game it will be.

...

Up in the stands, the audience, there for entertainment, were elated.

"Xiao Lu has encountered a strong opponent."

"Wang He is so fierce, could he be on drugs?"

"That’s impossible, there’s drug testing every day, before and after the matches."

"I still believe in One Punch Xiao Lu!"

"Wang He is the dark horse here, a breakthrough at such a critical moment is really rare!"

Pingjiang Mansion.

The old couple was looking at the voting taking place in the live-streaming room.

"Who do you think will win the championship of this match? Cast your decisive vote now, and if you guess right, you have a chance to win a beautiful little gift from the host!"

"Do we even need to say, it’s definitely Chenzhou."

"Exactly!"

After casting their votes, they checked the numbers.

"Lu Chenzhou: 1311 votes."

"Wang He: 845 votes."

Both of their votes were still soaring, with tens of thousands of people online in the live-streaming room. This event quickly hype up the Hundred Academies Exchange Tournament.

...

Fangshan, Dragon City High School.

"Ha ha ha, Chenzhou made it to the finals!"

"Chenzhou, don’t forget to use Hard Qi Gong."

As soon as class ended, the students came to watch the exchange tournament live-stream.

Even Wang Caiying from the first-year class quietly opened the live-stream:

"Damn it, brother, you can’t lose."

Inside the teacher’s office, Yu Zheng, Hong Fu, and a group of teachers also gathered together.

"The championship match is about to start; Chenzhou is secure."

"Mr. Hong, don’t pop the champagne at halftime, Wang He is no pushover."

"Just wait and see, whatever Spring and Autumn Palm, Tiger Form is unbeatable, alright!"

At the summit of Fangshan.

Grandmaster Wang was puffing clouds of smoke, not paying any attention to the tournament.

He knew the outcome held no suspense, Lu Chenzhou was bound to come first. As the old man who peeked at Lu Chenzhou training his fist technique daily atop the mountain, no one understood Lu Chenzhou better than he did!

...

Beautiful Life Plastic and Cosmetic Surgery Hospital.

Doctor Chen’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern. He wasn’t a Martial Artist, but from the comments section, everyone said that Lu Chenzhou must have Sixth Rank Cultivation and was a promising Martial Artist seedling.

"Let’s also include him in the ’Martial Arts Seedling Removal Plan’ list..."

Forget Sorrow Mother, land of supreme bliss. With the Void Realm as a great rear, the future of the Human World must be a pure land of bliss... Martial Artists need to be eradicated!

...

Su City Sports Gymnasium.

On the ring, two figures strided forward with the poise of dragons and the step of tigers.

The highly anticipated final showdown had begun.

The spectator seats had already formed two distinct camps.

"One Punch Xiao Lu!"

"Spring and Autumn Wang He!"

Regardless of the outcome, both of their names were now well-known.

Right now, Wang He was full of confidence.

The thundering cheers made him enjoy every moment.

The protagonist in legendary stories is always the one who breaks through at the critical moment.

In this moment, he, Wang He, was the protagonist!

Wang He clasped his fists and declared loudly,

"Brother Lu’s performance was nothing short of dazzling. You must have been at Sixth Rank for a while now. I hope in the upcoming duel, both of us will give our all and have no regrets!"

He wanted to win spectacularly.

"Come on."

Lu Chenzhou made a welcoming gesture.

Wang He let out a light chuckle and approached with steps depicting the Eight Trigrams. Unlike the various sects of the Elephant Form Fist, the Eight Trigrams integrated movement techniques based on a single principle, collectively called "Eight Trigrams Continuous Steps." The Spring and Autumn Palm passed down in the Wang Family, on the other hand, placed more emphasis on unpredictability in its step patterns.

Move like the wind, stand like a nail!

By the stance, Lu Chenzhou knew he was facing a formidable opponent. He was all eyes and ears, ready to unleash his power, with his arms crossed to seal the way and hold his breath while employing the Arhat Skill.

Caution was paramount to avoid injury.

"Spring and Autumn Continuous Pen!"

Wang He felt the timing was right and closed the distance to Lu Chenzhou with an elusive air, his palm technique flowing continuously. Before his fist even arrived, the wind from the strikes was already blowing Lu Chenzhou’s clothes.

Lu Chenzhou used his left arm for support to block and his right hand to strike like a fierce tiger through the forest, delivering a Dark Force punch straight to Wang He’s chest. Wang He recoiled and then flashed back, counterattacking with his Eight Trigrams Continuous Palm.

Lu Chenzhou somersaulted to dodge. It was his first exchange with a Sixth Rank practitioner of the Eight Trigrams lineage, and he was still unfamiliar with the routines, nearly getting hit.

He entered Tiger Form, bending his body slightly like a cat hunting mice, turning into a lightning-fast step forward, a fierce tiger pouncing with a paw aimed at the face, followed by a Bent-Over Leg Sweep.

Wang He sidestepped into the Qian Gua position and returned fire with his palm technique.

Crack, crackle, pop, pop.

The two exchanged blows in a crisscross pattern, evenly matched for a brief time. With endless variations, Wang He’s palm technique combined feints and real attacks, while Lu Chenzhou’s punches were forceful and merciless.

Within a short time, they exchanged over a hundred moves, a stark contrast to the earlier rapid combat, both maxing out their capabilities and intent, equally matched.

"Indeed, both Lu Chenzhou and Wang He have met their match in this life. The battle has become intense; it’s unclear who will break the deadlock first."

The commentator’s voice was heard.

Most spectators were ordinary people and saw only two blurry figures entangled on the stage, fists and palms detonating the air with their blows.

The Martial Artists in the audience watched with great interest.

Old Ji was particularly on edge.

"This Wang He, he’s got something."

Also feeling tense was Wang Jian.

"Has Lu Chenzhou also trained in Hard Qi Gong?"

He had a bad feeling.

In the VIP room, Grandmaster Yuan seemed to have foreseen the outcome of the battle.

"Their skills are closely matched; Wang He has the advantage of First Class Martial Arts, while Lu Chenzhou has Hard Qi Gong and an imperceptible Evil Qi. We’ll see who shows a weakness first..."

After three hundred moves, Wang He quickly put some distance between himself and Lu Chenzhou.

Looking at his reddened hands, he was shocked internally:

"I can’t keep fighting like this."

Under equal Cultivation levels, someone who trained both internally and externally would undoubtedly have both a stronger resistance to blows and greater stamina than one who only practiced Inner Boxing. Once Lu Chenzhou gradually adapted to his Fist Technique, it would be his time to counterattack, and Wang He would surely lose!

Wang He made a decisive move to take a risk.

He stepped into the Zhen Trigram position.

"Spring thunder shakes the ground, all living things wake from hibernation!"

This was the most powerful move in the Spring and Autumn Palm, without a doubt.

Crackle and snap!

With the palm strike released, Wang He’s breath seemed to echo with the distant sound of thunder!

He wrapped Lu Chenzhou up with his Eight Trigrams Continuous Steps, blocking his movement.

Lu Chenzhou used his movement technique to find an opening, flying and searching for an opportunity, pushing his Hard Qi Gong to the limit. Due to the intense fight, his Training Clothes ripped open from the inflated muscles, revealing a Stone Buddha Arhat-like magnificent upper body undeniably.

Instantly.

Excited shouts from the fitness buffs in the audience erupted.

"Damn, that’s so cool!"

"That muscle is just too perfect, like an Arhat sculpture."

Female viewers also sent waves of admiring looks.

"Handsome."

"Sigh..."

On the stage.

Wang He shouted:

"Brother Lu, let’s end this with one last palm strike!"

"Come on!"

Roar! Lu Chenzhou emitted the sound of a Tiger Roar and delivered the mightiest punch of the Tiger Supreme Fist, the "Tiger Venerate Ming King Descent Fist," unleashing a circle of invisible rippling Qi.

The long-anticipated "Tiger Evil" was also unleashed.

At that moment, Lu Chenzhou was like an Arhat riding a Fierce Tiger, descending upon the Human World!

Bang! Two distinctive Dark Forces collided with an explosive sound.

"Excellent! It looks like both have used their Killing Moves! It seems they are tired of probing and striking at each other, this is a proper face-to-face confrontation!"

The commentator had barely finished speaking.

Wang He and Lu Chenzhou flew backward at the same time. Lu Chenzhou quickly got up from his roll, looking at the burning red palm print on his chest, and whispered:

"To still injure me despite dissipating the force through movement technique and Hard Qi Gong..."

Wang He’s last palm strike was indeed powerful.

He stepped forward, ready to end the match.

Only to find that Wang He had already passed out, spitting blood.

"Eh, can’t take a hit?"

He hadn’t even used his full strength just now...

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