Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 321 - 89: Deliberate

Chapter 321: Chapter 89: Deliberate

Hearing Wei Junli’s hidden anger, Lin Yuan let out a bitter laugh.

The purpose of his visit today was to find someone and deliberately lose a challenge.

Now that Wei Junli has failed first, he would lose once more himself.

After today, their reputations are likely to be tainted, receiving much disdain from others.

But compared to life, these reputations are just external possessions.

It’s wise to escape from here quickly, to flee from the terrifying Xi Yuanrong. At the moment, considering his own strength, not to mention the person on the field, even Ji Chuisong, who is widely renowned, is not worth considering.

When he helped Wei Junli up, he thought about doing it another day.

But finally, he dismissed that idea.

Currently, it is crucial to quickly escape Xi Yuanrong’s sight, the sooner the better. This unfathomable existence makes him extremely uneasy.

With this in mind, Lin Yuan turned and walked towards the martial arts arena.

Originally, when Wei Junli left the stage, the crowd thought there was no more drama and began to disperse.

When Lin Yuan appeared again in the martial arts arena, looking like he wanted to regain face, everyone immediately became interested.

"Wow, this kid is dissatisfied. Is he trying to put up a fight to save some face?"

"Look at this kid, he’s as thin as a rail. His legs aren’t even as thick as my arms. He looks like a pampered kid who’s been drained hollow by wine and women. Our Qingmu Martial Academy could send anyone to take him down."

"Ha ha, who is this guy? His face looks unfamiliar. His rank is probably somewhere beyond the hundred and fifty mark. Young people are just impulsive, unable to withstand a little humiliation."

Everyone was chattering away, looking at Lin Yuan, shaking their heads non-stop.

Yet, in the arena, Lin Yuan’s expression was calm as he looked at the sword-wielding cultivator named Yu ahead, and softly asked, "May I ask, who is Jiang Wenxiang, Brother Jiang?"

Although Lin Yuan’s voice was soft, everyone heard it clearly.

"Challenging me?"

A youth with a determined look and sharp, angular features, standing in the second row among the disciples behind the hall gate, responded sullenly.

Seeing everyone’s gaze on him, he stepped forward, looked at Lin Yuan, and smiled, "Who are you?"

Lin Yuan glanced at the person for a moment and calmly said, "I am Lin Yuan, from the Xuri Martial Academy, Yun Yin sect. Ranked sixty-ninth at the academy."

Upon hearing Lin Yuan’s rank, the crowd slightly restrained their scornful expressions, as a disciple ranking within the top hundred counts as an elite among the academies.

Before everyone could express their astonishment, Lin Yuan cupped his hands and continued, "I heard that Brother Jiang is ranked fifty-second. I am here to challenge you. Please do not hesitate to teach me."

"Lin Yuan?"

The disciple named Yu had already retreated to the hall, sheathed his long sword, and sat down in the only chair.

He kept pondering the information about this person, ultimately shaking his head and giving up.

An unknown figure that did not leave a deep impression on his mind.

Jiang Wenxiang was indeed an honest person, not mocking like others, but advised, "You are ranked sixty-nine, I am ranked fifty-three in Qingmu Martial Academy. Although the rules state that you can only challenge those ranked ahead, considering our significant ranking gap, you should carefully consider this."

According to the established code, each challenging disciple can only challenge those ranked ahead. Most choose to challenge others within a five-rank gap; otherwise, it’s just asking for trouble.

Every ten ranks represent a level. Those like Lin Yuan jumping nearly two levels are quite rare.

Hearing this person’s advice, Lin Yuan thought, "This person is kind-hearted."

If he loses, he shouldn’t mock him too harshly.

Otherwise, Lin Yuan feared he might truly not hold back and kill the man on the other side.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan nodded and confirmed, "That’s right, please teach me, Brother Jiang."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenxiang glanced at the Yu-surnamed disciple sitting on the chair arranging his attire.

"This guy is a bit strange, take it seriously," the Yu-surnamed disciple lightly said, "Don’t be too weak in prestige, within twenty moves."

Jiang Wenxiang cupped his fists and then stepped into the martial arts arena.

"Brother Lin, you are foolish," Wei Junli slapped his thigh, listening to Lin Yuan’s unwavering voice, feeling a bit like he was an iron that cannot be molded.

"Your skills have improved quickly, I know, but wouldn’t it be better to challenge someone around rank sixty-five? Challenging Jiang Wenxiang is nothing but asking for trouble." He looked a bit distressed, even more downcast than when he lost himself.

From Yun Yin sect, the two came to challenge, but both ended in failure. It seems like the spittle in Xuri Martial Academy would drown the two of them.

Thinking of this, Wei Junli felt numb in the scalp.

"Brother Lin, it would have been better if you hadn’t come," Wei Junli looked at Lin Yuan’s tall and straight posture, suddenly full of grievance.

At this time, Lin Yuan gazed at Jiang Wenxiang, having already seen through every detail of this person.

He was aiming to lose and had already figured out how to fail convincingly.

After making up his mind, Lin Yuan cupped his hands towards Wei Junli in front and said, "Brother, forgive me."

And up ahead, Jiang Wenxiang nodded slightly, his aura suddenly changing: "Please!"

Upon receiving a response, Lin Yuan no longer hesitated.

With explosive force under his feet, his figure darted out like a leopard, covering a distance of five yards, closing in on Jiang Wenxiang’s face in just two breaths.

Feeling Lin Yuan’s Qi Force, Jiang Wenxiang became slightly serious.

He slightly tilted his head, dodged Lin Yuan’s incoming punch, then stepped back, thrusting his torso towards Lin Yuan’s chest.

Pa.

Lin Yuan’s left hand had already grabbed his shoulder. Lin Yuan’s torso suddenly erupted with a surge of Yuan Force, as if about to overthrow him.

"Brother Lin, with this bit of accumulation, do you think you can move me from my mountain-stable stance?"

He slightly smiled, his body shook, and surging Yuan Force reverberated outward.

Lin Yuan seemed not powerful enough, had to let go, and aimed for his forearm.

Jiang Wenxiang noticed Lin Yuan’s increased speed but insufficient strength.

His face showed a touch of amusement, allowing Lin Yuan to grasp his forearm. His right hand immediately followed, imprinting onto Lin Yuan’s chest.

Seeing the assault, Lin Yuan’s face turned red, suddenly yanking to change Jiang Wenxiang’s posture to dodge the approaching palm. But it seemed his bodily strength was lacking, unable to change the situation completely.

Lin Yuan’s expression suddenly changed, forced to abandon his grip, hastily striking his right palm in response to Jiang Wenxiang’s mountain-moving palm.

But Lin Yuan’s strength seemed far inferior to Jiang Wenxiang, and in an instant, his palm was completely suppressed.

Boom!

Jiang Wenxiang’s right palm reached forward, striking Lin Yuan’s heart thoroughly. Countless forces like a dragon emerging from the sea fiercely pushed Lin Yuan backward.

Lin Yuan’s face turned red, his feet stumbled backward over a dozen steps.

"Hahaha, Brother Jiang is indeed a phenomenal person. That Lin Yuan couldn’t withstand even two moves before getting severely injured."

"This kid, above the heavens, alas the frog in the well, not knowing the vastness of the sky. Simply laughable."

"Hehehe. I like this boy, performing a comical act right off the bat. Such a skill of asking for trouble is truly rare, so rare."

The crowd laughed continuously.

Only Wei Junli was beside, his face black as the bottom of a pot.

Humiliation tasted twice, at this moment he wished he could find a piece of tofu to bash his head against.

"With the next move, it will end in defeat."

Lin Yuan clutched his chest, seemingly severely hurt.

"Cough, cough."

But at this moment, a faint cough transmitted into Lin Yuan’s ear.

"Xi Yuanrong, coming?!"

Lin Yuan had not yet turned around, but his heart was filled with iciness.

"Brother Lin."

Xi Yuanrong’s voice softly entered Lin Yuan’s ear.

"How long do you plan to play this game?"

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