Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 322 - 90: One Strike

Chapter 322: Chapter 90: One Strike

"Brother Lin, how long do you intend to keep playing around?"

Xi Yuanrong’s voice echoed, making Lin Yuan’s hairs stand on end.

"With your martial arts prowess, are you really this inadequate?"

A calm voice devoid of any emotion: "Or are you planning to escape from here? Wanting to flee to a better place?"

Lin Yuan felt a chill in his heart and replied seriously, "Sister, you’re joking."

Xi Yuanrong reminded him, "Junior, when the flower blooms, you must seize it; don’t waste your youth in vain."

"I understand. Thank you for the reminder, sister."

Lin Yuan sighed inwardly.

He underestimated the attention Xi Yuanrong had invested in him. The escape plan clearly wouldn’t work.

He could only see what Xi Yuanrong’s attitude towards him was. At least, for now, he didn’t feel any malice.

Since he couldn’t leave, losing held no meaning, and would only provoke laughter from others.

Lin Yuan suppressed his thoughts and refocused his gaze on Jiang Wenxiang.

At this moment, in the martial arts arena, Jiang Wenxiang stood in the distance, looking proud.

Two bouts already revealed that this person was merely mediocre.

"Brother Lin, if you admit defeat now, it would be better than suffering more physical pain." Jiang Wenxiang clenched his fists and smiled, "You are no match for me, go back and train well."

But unexpectedly, Lin Yuan shook his head, "Sorry, in today’s fight with you, brother, I intend to win."

As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

"Just now, after two moves, Jiang Wenxiang made him spit blood. After two more, he would definitely be carried off. Yet he says he wants to win, what a joke."

"Where does this guy get his confidence? How does he plan to win? With his briefs?"

"This is amazing, truly amazing. This guy is something else. Who is he, exactly? Is Xuri Martial Academy transitioning to theater performances?"

At this moment, the martial arts arena was almost packed tightly by onlookers, who laughed heartily at Lin Yuan in the center.

"Brother Lin, since you’re determined to seek defeat, I won’t hold back any longer. I’ll leave you to nurse yourself by the bedside for five days, to clear your head."

Jiang Wenxiang sneered, his body lunging forward like a raging bull, with fists thrust furtively, like horns charging at Lin Yuan.

"Brother Jiang’s move is just a simple bull charge. If the strength isn’t enough, there’s no way to take it. This kid is in for a hard time," the audience laughed, mocking in their hearts.

In the scene, Lin Yuan’s gaze remained calm. Seeing the incoming fists, he neither dodged nor avoided.

"Brother Lin, are you ready to give up?" Wei Junli chuckled bitterly.

Ever since Lin Yuan chose Jiang Wenxiang, he had no expectations. Now, he could only sigh helplessly.

But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, his mouth gaping wide.

Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes, as Jiang Wenxiang’s body soared backward as if caught in a whirlwind, finally crashing onto the ground and drawing a trail in the dirt.

By the time his body stopped, he was already unconscious.

The result was contrary to everyone’s expectations, leaving their eyes nearly popping out.

"This...?"

The laughter on scene quickly died down, everyone stood staring blankly at the spectacle.

And Lin Yuan, having done all this, remained remarkably composed.

Defeating a disciple ranked around fifty stirred not the slightest ripple in his heart.

He turned around and started walking towards Wei Junli, preparing to leave the place.

"Hold on!"

At the top, Yu Hongda’s voice thundered, "Lin Yuan, did you come to our Qingmu Martial Academy just for this moment?"

"Using my junior brother as a stepping stone, it’s as if you have no regard for us."

At this point, everyone snapped out of their shock. They immediately realized Lin Yuan’s purpose for being there seemed like a deliberate attempt to show someone up.

But just then, four or five people stepped into the martial arts arena.

"Yu brother, why such a temper?"

The leader laughed out loud.

From how he addressed the most esteemed Yu Hongda, and with his demeanor, he wasn’t someone to be underestimated.

His person was dressed in a luxurious purple robe, exuding an impressive aura that made others give way.

Simultaneously, some recognized his face and whispered in surprise: "An Xisong, it’s An Xisong. Ranked fourth in Lingzhen Martial Academy."

Paying no heed to others’ remarks, An Xisong quietly conveyed, "Brother Yu, there’s something peculiar about this Lin Yuan. I’ll handle him."

Yu Hongda, initially intending to act superior, was more than happy to accept the help that came forth.

"Brother An, you may proceed as you wish."

Yu Hongda stood back to watch, enjoying the leisure.

Having received confirmation, a hint of coldness flashed in An Xisong’s eyes as he looked at Lin Yuan and made a slight gesture.

At this moment, a person from behind him stepped forward, leaping into the martial arts arena and standing in Lin Yuan’s path.

Lin Yuan slightly frowned, feeling somewhat displeased.

He halted his footsteps slightly, gazing calmly at the other, "?"

"I’m Cui Pengxing from Lingzhen Martial Academy, ranked seventy-third. Please kindly instruct me," Cui Pengxing, short in stature, with dark skin, looked extremely sturdy, reminiscent of a black gorilla.

Lin Yuan’s gaze slightly tightened, sensing a different aura emanating from the other, he immediately understood.

"Who else, other than Ning Guisheng, would target me like this?"

With a sneer, Lin Yuan’s expression became severe. His gaze traveled to An Xisong in the distance, formulating a plan.

Cui Pengxing, seeing Lin Yuan focused elsewhere, felt uneasy, "What, is brother afraid?"

"But no matter, after today, this name will surely be cemented in your memory for life."

At this moment, Lin Yuan refocused on Cui Pengxing, with a smile he said, "Trash, do you even deserve my attention?"

Cui Pengxing’s face instantly turned puce with anger, "You’re courting death."

He stomped hard, on the verge of an outburst.

But a figure moved faster.

Lin Yuan had already reached him, fingers gathered together.

Slap!

Cui Pengxing’s face swelled up, feeling darkness closing in, with stars swirling in his head.

Evidently, he was stunned by a slap.

Slap!

Another heavy slap landed on his face.

"Trash, daring to act up in front of me," Lin Yuan sneered.

Two continuous slaps left Cui Pengxing completely dumbfounded.

Only after a while did he gradually come back to his senses.

As sight returned, he saw Lin Yuan coldly staring at him.

Suddenly, boiling with rage, he yelled, "Lin Yuan, I will kill you! Aaaagh."

Having been slapped twice, the insult was unbearable, his inner energy surged, ready to erupt.

Slap!

Yet another slap dispersed his inner energy.

"What?!"

Surprised, he cradled his crumbled defenses, recovering some sense of clarity.

"Couldn’t block it, simply couldn’t block it."

"Could it be that Lin Yuan isn’t the waste my senior brother claimed?" Cui Pengxing muttered, "Though I am publicly ranked seventy, privately I sit around thirty. How could I not handle a single move from Lin Yuan, why?"

Facing the calm Lin Yuan, all fighting spirit vanished from Cui Pengxing, leaving him utterly confused.

"Are we still fighting?" Lin Yuan asked coldly.

Seeing those abyss-like eyes, Cui Pengxing felt his soul being drawn in and quickly waved, "No more, no more."

Likewise, the people around were stupefied by what they witnessed.

"What is this situation? Didn’t Cui Pengxing come with lots of zest, looking all set to win, only to surrender after three slaps? What kind of arrangement is this?"

"Who exactly is Lin Yuan, from which noble family? How much did he offer Cui Pengxing to endure such humiliation and lift him up like this?"

"Cui Pengxing entered strikingly, why couldn’t he handle three slaps? Today, did these people come here to perform for us?"

At this moment, Yu Hongda, with a face full of surprise, looked at An Xisong by his side.

"What is Cui Pengxing playing at? Wasn’t he supposed to secretly cripple Lin Yuan?" An Xisong frowned, cursing inwardly.

In a flash, he stepped into the arena.