Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 69 - 60 Final Exam II

Chapter 69: Chapter 60 Final Exam II

The steward Bai’s gaze swept across the various chores attending the promotion test, and when it landed on Lin Yuan, he smiled with satisfaction.

He was personally overseeing this, naturally wanting to see the limits of this young man Lin Yuan, as it had been many years since anyone with such talent had appeared, judging by Lin Yuan’s previous performance.

Steward Bai withdrew his thoughts, paused slightly, and led everyone into the hall’s martial arts arena.

"We’ll start with number one then. The rest of you, watch first." Steward Bai sat back in the Taishi Chair by the martial arts arena, and said calmly.

The order was still according to the sequence of participation in the assessment, giving enough recovery time for the chores who were the last to lift the stone.

From among the group of elite disciples, one person stepped forward.

"An Zhanchen, first."

An Zhanchen seemed prepared. After concentrating for a moment, he finally gathered the courage to walk to the center of the martial arts arena.

The two sides stood firm at a distance of two zhang.

"Apologies, senior brother." An Zhanchen said softly, his gaze shifting, and then he took action immediately.

An Zhanchen assumed a stance, his gaze focused, looking at the relaxed posture of the elite disciple opposite him. He immediately exerted strength from his feet, his body suddenly accelerating as he charged towards that person.

The two zhang distance was covered in an instant.

An Zhanchen threw a punch, immediately followed by another punch.

He wanted to extend the match duration forcibly with continuous, relentless attacks.

According to the assessment rules, he only needed to last fifty rounds under the opponent’s hand to be considered passing.

However, his opponent seemed prepared for An Zhanchen’s thoughts.

The person opposite remained calm and unperturbed, hardly paying any attention to An Zhanchen’s incoming punch. Nonetheless, Steward Bai had clarified this assessment metric to them beforehand.

As seen, this person remained indifferent, casually crossing his palm to avoid the incoming punch. Then, he stepped forward, leaning his body toward An Zhanchen.

The move he used was Iron Mountain Lean.

Bam!

As seen, An Zhanchen, hit by the impact, was forced to change his offensive stance, his footwork thrown into disarray, his body retreating repeatedly.

His face suddenly flushed red, his Qi-Blood chaotically surging.

"Gasp! He’s so powerful!" The group of chores participating in the assessment gasped at this moment.

Even though they had mentally prepared, seeing the elite disciple in the arena being so overwhelmingly strong still shook their spirits deeply.

The elite disciple had already gained an absolute advantage with a single strike but did not pursue, returning to a calm demeanor, waiting for An Zhanchen’s second attack.

"Whoosh!"

In the arena, An Zhanchen’s breaths were heavy. After waiting for a moment, he finally calmed his chaotic Qi-Blood.

Looking at the person opposite him, a deep dread flashed in his eyes.

"The elite disciple opposite An Zhanchen is so much stronger, it’s quite an overwhelming difference. If the assessment continues to be this strict, it’s exceedingly difficult for An Zhanchen to pass."

Lin Yuan could see the skill gap between the two opposite him, and this balance of power was up to the academy’s stewards to decide.

"With insufficient strength, one is at the mercy of others, such is the way."

Lin Yuan lamented in his heart.

But the battle in the arena continued.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

An Zhanchen adjusted his breath and continued his attack, preferring to use fists, while the elite disciple he was fighting with used palms.

The sound of fists and palms clashing continuously echoed.

After about thirty rounds.

In the arena, the elite disciple was calm and relaxed, with little consumed.

An Zhanchen, however, was already seriously injured, his left arm swollen with pus, and if he continued, it might break.

His eyes were filled with dissatisfaction, but the elite disciple opposite him was too powerful. No matter what means he used, he couldn’t push the other back even half a step.

No matter how unwilling, it had no meaning for the promotion result.

"Stop!" Steward Bai gestured, frowning, "Promotion failed, next one."

Evidently, in Steward Bai’s eyes, An Zhanchen’s strength still needed more honing, so he announced promptly.

Once Steward Bai made the announcement, the elite disciple left the platform and stood beside him.

When he took down the face covering, a chores recognized his identity.

"The elite disciple opposite was Senior Brother Yan from the Law Enforcement Hall." One of the chores being assessed murmured, "He’s ranked in the top 500 among elite disciples."

"An Zhanchen couldn’t pass, it’s just his bad luck to have faced the strong Senior Brother Yan."

The remaining chores, seeing the dejected An Zhanchen, were very sympathetic.

Next, was the second person to take the stage.

One after another, the matches mostly ended with elite disciples crushing the chores.

The promotion results in Steward Bai’s mind were already foregone conclusions. The two or three disciples he had previously favored barely made it past fifty rounds, while all the other disciples failed to be promoted.

The only variable left was Lin Yuan.

Steward Bai’s interest was similarly piqued by Lin Yuan.

Under Steward Bai’s intentional quickening of the assessment pace, it was soon Lin Yuan’s turn to take the stage.

******

Lin Yuan’s small house.

Jiang Hui led a group of chores disciples, preparing to break into Lin Yuan’s room.

Meanwhile, Huang Houqi and An Heng were slowly approaching from a distance.

"Sister Jiang, breaking into Lin Yuan’s place like this, what about the academy’s Law Enforcement Hall?" A chores disciple beside Jiang Hui hesitated and couldn’t help but ask.

Within the academy, it was a taboo to easily break into someone else’s room without consent.

After all, everyone had their secrets, and the academy’s explicit rule was that breaking into others’ rooms was not allowed easily, otherwise, one would be seen as a dead enemy, and the academy would not intervene if revenge was sought later.

"Senior Brother Huang is here, do you still need to worry? Just Lin Yuan, can he stir the heavens? Break in quickly." Jiang Hui’s eyes turned cold and commanded.

A few chores, hearing this, took action immediately.

The small house’s lock couldn’t withstand their brute force, quickly opening the door in a few moves.

Then the group swarmed in, ransacking Lin Yuan’s room, searching every nook and corner.

"Hehe, who would’ve thought this Lin Yuan, this room has so many herbs!"

"And this elixir furnace is of such high quality!"

Jiang Hui couldn’t help but exclaim upon seeing the items found.

"This mere chores disciple Lin Yuan, possessing such wealth, there’s something wrong, something very wrong with him."

*****

Lin Yuan was still unaware that everything in his small house had been ransacked.

At this moment, he was already standing on the martial arts arena, waiting for the elite disciple opposite him to step forward.

"Lin Yuan’s taking the stage, he should be able to last over fifty rounds against the elite disciple, maybe even end up in a draw." The chores disciples, though aware of Lin Yuan’s strength, didn’t know just how strong he truly was.

After all, in their usual perception, there was an insurmountable gap between elite disciples and them.

Yet, Lin Yuan’s various performances sparked a sense of anticipation within them.

Even though they could accept being easily defeated by elite disciples, seeing the proud faces of those elite disciples opposite them stirred a desire to go up and slap them, to vent their frustrations.

The chores wanted to do so but lacked the strength to make it happen.

"If Lin Yuan could defeat an elite disciple, it would be incredibly satisfying." Thoughts of Lin Yuan’s outstanding performance suddenly raised a possibility in their minds.

At this time, Lin Yuan’s figure on the martial arts arena seemed to become a spiritual support for them, the only hope representing the chores.

"Haha, I wonder what surprise this kid will bring me." Unlike the others, Steward Bai, knowing Lai Ke’s strength, was purely in it for the spectacle: "Let’s see how much of Lai Ke’s strength he can draw out."

"Judging by previous rounds, he should be able to make Lai Ke use half of his strength." Steward Bai speculated based on Lin Yuan’s performance in previous rounds.

Yet actual combat was not as rigid as the previous rounds; his potential might be outstanding, but if his actual combat skills hadn’t been honed much, he might not showcase commensurate combat effectiveness.

As people harbored various thoughts, only two or three elite disciples remained in the crowd who hadn’t yet fought.

Among them was the person deliberately arranged to confront Lin Yuan, the academy elite ranked eighty-third, Lai Ke.

Now, this person stepped out slowly, stopping about three zhang away from Lin Yuan.

As Lin Yuan saw the man step onto the stage, thoughts surged swiftly in his mind.

"As someone with outstanding talent, I should naturally show some arrogance." Lin Yuan thought relaxedly.

This appropriate display had already highlighted his talent in previous rounds, but martial arts ultimately had to be proven with fists.

If you can’t fight, boasting even to the heavens is meaningless.

"Those previous disciples were ordinary chores who barely lasted fifty rounds."

"Even though the person opposite has slightly more strength than typical elite disciples, given I’m a chores with a somewhat outstanding talent, defeating an elite disciple is reasonable."

Lin Yuan set his strategy, thinking, "This fight not only needs to be won, but it needs to be won sensationally. Posture and attitude should appropriately reflect that."

Thus, he maintained a calm demeanor, showing the attitude a genius should possess.

"Your performance in the previous rounds was impressive, I have high hopes for you." At this point, Lai Ke’s eyes showed approval, a slight grin forming beneath his face covering.

"..."

Lin Yuan didn’t respond, maintaining a similarly relaxed posture, seemingly unprepared to make a move.

In Lin Yuan’s mind, a master might indeed have such a demeanor.

However, this behavior appeared overly arrogant to others.

"Who does this Lin Yuan think he is, acting so grandiose, carrying such airs in front of Senior Brother Lai, kid, how dare you!"

"Do you know whom you’re facing? A top martial artist ranked eighty in the Qi-Blood realm!"

"Senior Brother Lai, strike hard! Teach this kid solemnly, let him understand what respect means."

In the great hall, the elite disciples’ eyes nearly popped out, internally shouting.

"This Lin Yuan may have some talent, but relaxing like this in front of Senior Brother Lai is extremely foolish."

As a black-robed disciple ranked around five hundred, Yan Heng deeply understood the vast gap between his strength and that of the top hundred disciples.

Even if he exerted all his strength, he probably couldn’t harm Lai Ke at all.

Yan Huan sneered, a thought flashing in his mind: "After all, he’s young and arrogant, relying on his little talent, unaware of the immensity of heaven and earth."

"Haha, well done! A genius should have the arrogance of a genius, very good." Steward Bai, enjoying the spectacle, remarked with a smile.

"Steward, I’m afraid Lin Yuan doesn’t even know how he’ll die, daring to pose like this in front of Senior Brother Lai." Yan Heng, hearing Steward Bai’s words, communicated softly with a volume only they could hear.

"Oh, then how many rounds do you think this kid can last?" Steward Bai squinted his eyes, stroking his beard, and spoke indifferently.

"If he maintained a proper attitude, he could last fifty rounds." Yan Heng mused slightly, mockingly replying, "But with this demeanor, angering Senior Brother Lai, I fear he won’t last even ten rounds."

He recognized that Lin Yuan had some talent, and promotion was not in doubt, but facing the challenge from Senior Brother Lai, it wouldn’t be as easy.

"Hehe, it wouldn’t be bad if Lai Ke tempers his arrogance a bit." Steward Bai nodded slightly, acknowledging Yan Heng’s judgment.

Meanwhile, in the martial arts arena.

Lai Ke saw Lin Yuan taking on the attitude of an elite disciple treating chores, looking like an examiner, which instantly infuriated him.

"Very well! Lin Yuan, you’ve succeeded in angering me."

Lai Ke’s eyes were filled with killing intent. He squeezed his hands, taking confident strides toward Lin Yuan.

"..."

But Lin Yuan remained unresponsive, unfazed by Lai Ke’s slightly angry words, simply watching him with calm eyes.

"Hmph!"

Lai Ke snorted coldly, suddenly halting his steps.

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