Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 79 - 67: Making a Name

Chapter 79: Chapter 67: Making a Name

In a courtyard of the Law Enforcement Hall, Tong Chengyao, ranked thirtieth among the elite, was contemplating a Qi-Blood cultivation technique.

This was the third Qi-Blood cultivation technique he practiced, and he had now reached the Great Achievement Realm.

If he could fully understand it, the Qi-Blood meridians in his body might break through the shackle of eighteen lines.

"Tao Ye and An Heng, who rank ahead of me, are only slightly stronger than me in defense."

Tao Ye and An Heng are ranked twenty-eighth and twenty-ninth, respectively.

"If I can master this technique and fulfill eighteen Qi-Blood lines, these two are no match for me at all."

Thinking about the time he fought An Heng and fell short by one move, Tong Chengyao felt dissatisfied.

Therefore, he was particularly determined to break through in Qi-Blood and compete with the two.

After all, the ranking symbolizes resources.

Better positions, more resources, and more attention from the top.

Just as Tong Chengyao pondered, Yan Heng, who had just parted with him not long ago, walked again towards the quiet room of Tong Chengyao.

Before coming, Yan Heng was very hesitant.

Because after hearing the news, he was shocked beyond measure.

It was more absurd than a duck climbing a pole or a sow climbing a tree.

Lin Yuan, a name he’d heard countless times today, appeared once more.

And the storm brought by this name was more fierce and terrifying.

"Lin Yuan, killed An Heng!"

"Lin Yuan, crippled Ning Qian!"

Who is An Heng? Who is Ning Qian?

Each of them is a big shot in the hearts of the elite disciples, an object of worship for each elite disciple?

On the same day, at the same place, Lin Yuan, whose fame had just spread, killed one, crippled another.

When Yan Heng heard the news, he almost questioned his life.

"Fantastical, more so than a storyteller’s tale! He’s been in the Academy less than half a year!" Yan Heng was dumbfounded when he heard the news, and it took a long time for him to regain his composure.

As he now walked to Tong Chengyao’s quiet room, he had no choice but to inform him of the matter.

After all, even if he did not report it, Tong Chengyao would find out sooner or later.

Yan Heng knocked three times on the heavy wooden door before pushing it open.

"Senior Brother Tong, I just received some news." Yan Heng’s expression was grave, his voice low.

"Hmm?" Tong Chengyao’s face grew solemn, and he listened carefully.

"Lin Yuan, this boy, is extraordinarily powerful. Your earlier judgment..." Yan Heng paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Your earlier judgment was wrong."

"Wrong?" Yan Heng was taken aback.

He then laughed and said, "Junior Brother Yan, once you reach my level, you’ll realize Lin Yuan is nothing special."

"How much strength can he have? I conclude that this boy will only enter the top fifty three years later."

Thinking that Yan Heng was confused about this, specially arguing him about Lin Yuan’s strength, was really unnecessary.

Tong Chengyao once again advised, "Rankings, after all, are an external reflection of one’s strength; the key is ultimately the strength itself."

"No, Senior Brother Tong, that’s not what I meant." Yan Heng smiled wryly.

Knowing that Tong Chengyao meant well, but recalling Tong Chengyao’s previous firm evaluation of Lin Yuan,

he felt the word ’ridiculous’ was very fitting.

But Tong Chengyao stared at Yan Heng, his tone serious, and continued, "If you only focus on rankings without improving your Qi-Blood meridians, it’s putting the cart before the horse."

Yan Heng interrupted Tong Chengyao, raising his voice: "Senior Brother Tong, just now Lin Yuan killed An Heng and crippled Ning Qian."

"Hmm? What?"

"I didn’t hear you, repeat it once more." Tong Chengyao widened his eyes and expressed extreme doubt about Yan Heng’s words.

"An Heng is dead! Ning Qian is crippled! Lin Yuan did it!" Yan Heng stated concisely.

By the time Yan Heng left the quiet room, recalling Tong Chengyao’s lost and bewildered gaze, he found it amusing.

"Ranking fifty is a hurdle, ranking thirty is another. Let Lin Yuan cross these two thresholds first."

"At my level, you’ll know Lin Yuan is nothing special."

"I conclude Lin Yuan will take three years to enter the top fifty!"

Thinking back on Tong Chengyao’s firm stance, laughter kept emerging in Yan Heng’s mind.

Senior Brother Tong really is a humorous fellow.

Law Enforcement Hall, deep inside another hall.

A female disciple in a black robe, upon hearing such news, her originally calm heart was stirred, waves surging.

No other reason, it was too shocking.

She entered again and respectfully addressed the seated meditating woman in front.

"Senior Sister Chu, today that chores disciple named Lin Yuan killed An Heng and crippled Ning Qian, causing a wide shock among the elite disciples in the academy."

Last time, the report made no impact on the woman meditating on the mat.

But this time, the reporting maid clearly noticed a distinct fluctuation in Senior Sister Chu’s calm and natural aura.

Upon hearing the report, the woman nodded slightly.

Hearing this name twice in a row, the Qi-Blood flow in her body could no longer follow her thoughts and became chaotic.

"Explain in detail." Opening her beautiful eyes, the woman rose and signaled the reporter to come and converse.

Supervision Hall, in a particularly luxurious courtyard.

A man in ornate clothing was still slowly throwing punches.

From afar, an elite disciple dressed in black respectfully reported to Hong Bangyan, who was practicing punches.

"Senior Brother Hong, today that Lin Yuan. He killed An Heng and crippled Ning Qian, and his fierce reputation spread far and wide, shaking elite disciples up and down."

The man’s movements in slow boxing clearly paused.

The Qi Force around him dissipated instantly, losing its earlier ethereal atmosphere.

"Huh!"

"Report in detail!" A strange gleam flashed in the man’s eyes as he slowly concluded his practice.

In the ancient, thickly built dragon-carved pavilion, on the second floor room.

Tan Yi furrowed his brows heavily, feeling irritable.

"Lin Yuan’s strength has far exceeded expectations; having killed An Heng and crippled Ning Qian, how should this be handled?"

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Transmission Hall, Meeting Chamber.

"Yi Ting Steward, if Lin Yuan’s temperament is as you say, calm and steady, humble without arrogance. He just barely qualifies to enter my mentorship."

Hearing Bai Yiting’s account of Lin Yuan’s entry into the academy, Ning Zhijun only then relaxed her eyebrows.

"After entering the fold, just let him fend for himself." Considering the elder on the top seat, Ning Zhijun mentally decided.

"Brother Lu, if Lin Yuan agrees, he may enter my..." Ning Zhijun hadn’t yet finished saying the word ’mentorship’ when suddenly she sensed someone rushed toward the meeting chamber.

"Steward Bai!"

Outside, a cloud-robed Inner Sect disciple appeared, softly calling out to Bai Steward.

"What’s the urgency?" Bai Steward glanced at several elders, noticing all of them focus their gaze on the sudden disciple, he asked in a deep voice.

"It’s about Lin Yuan!" The Inner Sect disciple immediately felt a bit pressured, yet the impact of Lin Yuan’s matter was indeed significant, daring not to report it.

"Speak freely!" The old man on the top seat’s eyes shone brightly.

As if Lin Yuan’s name could pique his great interest.

"Yes!" The cloud-robed disciple placed his hands respectfully, reporting: "Lin Yuan battled An Heng at Renxin Hall."

"And the result?" Bai Steward couldn’t help but frown.

Knowing about this incident and having arranged for Ning Qian to mediate it.

Did something unexpected occur?

Just now, he patted his chest promising Elder Ning that Lin Yuan was outstanding in talent and strength.

If he got incapacitated by An Heng in a turn of events, how could he withstand Elder Ning’s wrath?

"An accident indeed happened." The disciple continued.

Upon hearing this, Bai Steward’s face turned black instantly.

"Not as the steward expected." The disciple, quick-witted, hastily explained: "Lin Yuan battled An Heng and directly killed him."

"This!" Bai Steward’s black face disappeared, but his looks filled with question marks.

This Lin Yuan, what a guy, was playing a triple jump with him.

The initial report by a disciple stated he had some talent only.

Then upon further observation, it was indeed impressive, surprising him greatly.

Because of this, he had especially tasked Lai Ke to test him.

Who would have known Lin Yuan, this boy, would turn the surprise into a shock by overpowering Lai Ke in the martial arts arena.

Now, this report by the disciple was even more excessive, to kill An Heng?

Who is An Heng?

An existence ranking in the top thirty of the elite list, yet Lin Yuan directly killed him!?

Bai Steward found it horrifying.

The elders in the hall were equally stunned, feeling Lin Yuan’s talent might not be the ordinary genius they anticipated.

He truly might become a future Congealing Yuan True Inherit if he survives.

"Are you sure?" Bai Yiting widened his eyes, asking again.

"Not only that?" The young man’s comment made Bai Steward’s shoulder twitch, unable to help himself.

"Can’t you just say everything in one go?" Bai Steward’s face convulsed.

Lin Yuan, this chores disciple, shook him too much today. Even at this age, his heart felt a touch sore.

"Ning Qian, Ning Qian was crippled too." The cloud-robed disciple felt beads of sweat forming on his head.

Nothing else, just too shocking.

Has the world changed? A mere chores disciple who entered the academy for half a year could cause such a big commotion.

"Ning Qian was also crippled?" Everyone, upon hearing, was stunned.

Instantly, the hall fell into silence.

"This matter, we are all clear about it now. You may withdraw." The elder on the top seat spoke, directly dismissing the messenger.

The latter bowed and withdrew.

After the shadow disappeared, the elder on the top seat mused: "Everyone, what ideas do you have about re-evaluating Lin Yuan’s assignment?"

"Junior Sister Ning, what do you think?" The Transmission Hall elders present turned to Ning Zhijun.

After all, Lin Yuan had just been assigned under her supervision.

"This boy is too bloodthirsty, I dislike it. If any of you are interested, handle it yourselves." Ning Zhijun expressed her displeasure and dismissiveness.

"Senior Brother, the martial progress of my three disciples already gives me a headache. I don’t have the extra energy to take Lin Yuan." The first elder on the left hand side declined directly.

The others shook their heads one after another, giving various reasons, and none agreed either.

An Heng and Ning Qian both stood out among the elite disciples and ended up entangled with many connections.

Lin Yuan’s immediate killing of the two covered him in karma, difficult to resolve.

Within the academy, right now, even elders like them were considering self-preservation. Why would they want to be swept into whirlpools and create trouble?

The elder on the top seat, seeing everyone’s reaction, then shook his head and adjourned the meeting.

The elder sat in the Taishi chair, watching everyone leave, and couldn’t help but sigh.

"All want to preserve themselves, observing the wind on the roof. Now even the entanglement of simple elite disciples scares them off, how can they advance further?"

"Perhaps they really have grown old." The elder’s eyes were inscrutable.

"Lin Yuan, Lin Yuan." The elder murmured the name twice.

Let’s see what other ideas the other elders have.

"Let him venture outside and see how far he gets, it’s up to his own fortune."

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And in a remote mountain hollow.

A graceful figure, light and agile, patrolled the mountain, surveying continuously.

This hollow was where Zhu Family’s Boxing Hall cultivated secret herbs, but recently it’s been repeatedly attacked by bandits, disturbing the farming villagers, giving the Zhu Family Boxing Hall headaches.

Zhu Lingshan had just accompanied her master to clear out nearby bandits.

She was patrolling everywhere, comforting the terrified villagers.

"Miss, something bad has happened." Xiao Yun came running, slightly anxious.

"Don’t worry, speak slowly." Seeing Xiao Yun worried, Zhu Lingshan gently comforted her.

"It’s, it’s about Young Master Lin." Xiao Yun stopped her steps, panting: "Young Master Lin defeated Lai Ke! And..."

"And what?" Zhu Lingshan furrowed her eyebrows, feeling unexpectedly anxious.

"Young Master Lin, killed An Heng." Xiao Yun hastily answered, afraid of any delay.

"An Heng?" Zhu Lingshan murmured the name, suddenly alarmed: "Not good, Senior Brother Lin’s situation is too precarious right now."

Zhu Lingshan’s brows knitted tightly, involuntarily becoming worried.

"Ordinary people are fine, but killing An Heng is too troublesome." Zhu Lingshan kept thinking, eventually biting her lips, giving orders: "Xiao Yun, prepare the carriage and horses immediately. We depart at once, returning to Yanghua."

"But Miss, it’s a day’s ride from here to the academy at a fast pace, and it’s getting late. Why not return early tomorrow?" Xiao Yun worriedly suggested.

"The sooner we return, the better, we cannot delay."

Zhu Lingshan didn’t explain much, leading Xiao Yun to quickly pack for the journey.

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