Let Us Show You What an Innate Martial Bone Is!

Several young scholars struggled and pulled, but they couldn't get up to the wall.

More than a hundred students from the Martial Arts School gathered together, occupying the area around the Martial Arts School, leaving no room for anyone else.

The young man in brocade robes, holding a folding fan, was furious. He looked around, raised the fan rib, and pointed at someone, shouting, "You, you, you, come here!"

The farmer, who had sneaked over to watch the commotion, pointed at himself and said, "Me?"

"Yes, it's you."

Seeing that the other party was dressed in fine clothes, the farmer dared not disobey and had no choice but to go over.

But then the young man in brocade tossed out a silver bean. "One tael of silver, and you'll have to carry me up the wall!"

The farmer's eyes lit up. He bit the man to confirm the bite mark, then happily lifted the young man in brocade robes and helped him against the wall.

Seeing this, the other scholars followed suit, each contributing money to climb onto the wall.

They excitedly perched on the wall, gazing into the distance, when suddenly someone grabbed their shoulders. "Look, look! Someone's coming! Someone's coming!"

"Wow, what a big one! It must be at least six feet tall!"

"My God, I've never seen such a tall person before. He must be six feet one meter tall. His Fist must be bigger than my head! Which disciple is he?"

"I've heard that Martial Artist are divided into different types of 'innate Root Bone '. Ordinary people have Mortal Bone, while true geniuses are born with Innate Martial Bone, different from others. Could this be what Martial Bone are?"

"Can Master Yang's disciple win?"

"Master Yang is naturally no problem to take action. He is the number one expert in Ping Yang County, and his Hunting Tiger Mastery is perfected. He can suppress all villains. But I feel that his disciple is in danger?"

"I heard that this martial arts competition is between Master Yang's eldest, middle, and youngest disciples. Hey, do you think our academy's ninth disciple is the youngest?"

"I don't know. I don't even know how many disciples Master Yang has."

"I think what Master Pang said is right. The master may be powerful, but the disciples he teaches may not be powerful either. After all, these are two different things. He spoke with such confidence that it's hard to say who will win or lose."

The scholars already knew quite a bit about the Martial Arts School; ordinary people would be even less aware of the ins and outs, and would only find it exciting.

On the street, Pang Qinghe and his disciples walked along the long street, bowing and thanking the villagers along the way.

If Liang Qu saw this, he would definitely complain that celebrities walk the red carpet in three minutes, covering ten meters.

Beside Pang Qinghe, a female apprentice looked very excited. "Master, it's so lively!"

Pang Qinghe nodded. "The day of Awakening of Insects is busy with spring plowing and planting. But Wu Hour One Quarter is the perfect time for a lunch break. Once you have some free time, everyone will definitely not miss the fun. I specially chose this time period."

Da Zhuang number of people made him a little nervous.

Seeing this, the female apprentice patted Da Zhuang on the shoulder and turned to Lan Tai: "Senior Brother Lan, didn't you meet Master Yang's ninth disciple yesterday? What did you think of his strength?"

"I didn't sense it. He's very good at concealing his Qi Concealment." Lan Tai shook his head. "He definitely has an advantage in martial arts, but I have confidence in Da Zhuang! No matter how good his martial arts are, that's just icing on the cake. Ultimately, Martial Artist's strength comes down to the strength of his Qi and Blood."

He'd only been practicing martial arts for five months, and at best was Second Barrier Martial Artist, the same as Da Zhuang. But Da Zhuang Innate Strong Bone and half a Martial Bone, almost comparable to a fourth-level Martial Artist. So don't be afraid, you can definitely win!

"That's right Da Zhuang." Pang Qinghe grabbed Da Zhuang's shoulder encouragingly, "There's no need to be afraid of him, you're definitely stronger than him!"

Encouraged by his Master and fellow disciples, Da Zhuang's expression softened, he clenched his Fist, and regained his confidence.

At the entrance of the Yang Martial Hall, Xiang ChangSong and Hu Qi had been waiting there for a long time. They were also somewhat surprised to see Da Zhuang's figure.

Such an exaggerated physique indicates an extraordinary constitution! Seeing the man arrive at the door, the two didn't have time to think and simultaneously clasped their hands in greeting, "Master Pang!"

Pang Qinghe returned the greeting with clasped hands. "How should I address you two?"

"Hu Qi, the seventh disciple of Master Yang!"

"Master Yang's eighth disciple, Xiang ChangSong!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Please, Master Pang."

Pang Qinghe bowed again and led his disciples in single file.

Walking through the corridor, I saw Yang Dongxiong sitting in a corner of the Martial Arts Field.

"Master Yang! I have long admired you." Pang Qinghe stepped forward and bowed slightly.

Yang Dongxiong did not get up, but pointed to the stool next to him. "Master Pang, please sit down."

Pang Qinghe dared not sit down. "I am truly sorry to have disturbed your esteemed place. However, as a newcomer, I am finding it difficult to establish a foothold. I am not very talented, but I would like to exchange ideas with you."

"It's alright."

Yang Dongxiong stroked his beard, unconcerned with formalities, and pointed to one side, where Yu Dun, Zhuo Shaoqin, and Liang Qu were all standing.

"According to what you said, my eldest, fifth, and ninth disciples should have made their appearances. Unfortunately, my eldest disciple is still in the Western Army and cannot leave, so my second disciple has to take his place."

"It's alright, it's alright. Serving the country makes one a hero."

Pang Qinghe didn't care at all. He would lose the other two matches no matter how he changed the players. As long as he didn't change the players in the main match, which was the youngest disciple, he was fine.

He had his disciples step forward in order, "This is my eldest disciple, Lan Tai; my fifth disciple, Ge Bochun; and my ninth disciple, Kou Zhuang. It's quite a coincidence that the number of my Personal Disciple is exactly the same as Master Yang's, and my junior disciples have all been with the sect for less than half a year."

The crowd was astonished to see that the tallest disciple was actually the youngest, the ninth disciple.

How can we fight like this? The ninth disciple on the other side is at least six feet tall, while Liang Qu on this side, although also very tall, is only about five feet five inches tall, a whole head shorter!

Humans are three-dimensional. A difference in height equals a head's length, and the difference in shoulder width, arm span, and muscularity is countless.

Yang Dongxiong nodded. "You tell me how to arrange the three matches and the order."

"Bare-chested battle! Without any weapons or armor, starting with the youngest disciple!"

Pang Qinghe knew that in terms of equipment, his side was definitely not as well-equipped as the other side. So he first proposed to fight bare-chested. Bare-chested fighting did not mean literally taking off one's clothes, but meant fighting with bare hands.

Secondly, there's the order. Winning one game first and then losing two is completely different from losing two games first and then winning one! Since you've already done it, you naturally want to do your best! "Do you have any questions?" Yang Dongxiong looked at his three disciples, only to receive a shake of the head in response.

"Damn it, aren't we going to lose?"

"How can we win? The opponent is so big, and we don't have a time advantage."

"A conspiracy! It must be a conspiracy! This Master Pang is incredibly cunning!"

On the wall, several scholars scratched their heads in frustration, while the young master in brocade robes was so anxious that he threw his fan away.

It's true that they were jealous that Liang Qu received the imperial gift of the Dragon Blood Horse at the same age, but they were all locals from Ping Yang County, so of course they didn't want Liang Qu to lose!

Not to mention outsiders, many apprentices in the Martial Arts School are also anxious.

They didn't want to see their Martial Arts School lose in the first match. Given Yang Dongxiong's status, losing any one of the three matches would be a disgrace!

Xu Zishuai leaned against a pillar, a blade of grass between his teeth. "This old guy doesn't look like a good person. He's obviously here with a scheme. That tall guy must have Innate Strong Bone, above Mortal Bone but below Martial Bone. Just as I guessed, he's taken on a good disciple."

Lu Gang nodded. "But he miscalculated."

Liang Qu listened to Pang Qinghe's self-praise from the side, and his ears were tired of it.

He patted his bottom, got up, stretched his limbs, and stood with Kou Zhuang in the center of the Martial Arts Field.

Kou Zhuang Liang Qu Liang Qu, who was completely shrouded in shadow.

The contrast between the two is even more visually impactful.

For a time, everyone off the field was pessimistic about Liang Qu and felt negative.

Pang Qinghe's apprentices cheered with joy, confident of victory.

This guy must be at least 2.1 meters tall, right?

Liang Qu in the shadows.

Clang! Pang Qinghe grabbed the gong mallet and swung it loudly, the sound of the gong deafening, the first act had begun! Liang Qu gripped his wrist and stood straight, while Kou Zhuang actually took a few steps back, putting distance between them. The two looked at each other sideways, neither making a move for a long time.

The apprentices Martial Arts Field and the spectators Martial Arts Field were slightly agitated.

Pang Qinghe gave him an encouraging look, saying that his disciple was good in every way, but was too soft-hearted and wouldn't take the initiative.

Lan Tai also cheered him on from the sidelines.

Kou Zhuang nodded. He lowered his body, took a deep breath, and his muscles rippled, transforming him into a bronze-iron bull about to erupt, his muscles bulging so much that his clothes bulged.

An extremely terrifying power accumulated in Kou Zhuang's breath, and the noisy audience gradually fell silent, as if their hearts were being suppressed by something indescribable.

Liang Qu lowered his eyes slightly, and he saw that the dust on the ground was rising and falling with the other person's breathing.

Bang! A thunderclap from a clear sky!

The Yellow Mud Ground, which had been trampled and compacted by countless students, was actually trodden into several cracks! The heavy air suddenly emitted a muffled sound like tearing cloth.

Kou Zhuang's internal strength seemed inexhaustible. He used all his strength with every step, causing the Martial Arts Field to explode inch by inch and the Yellow Earth to collapse.

The airflow exploded, and terrifying pressure surged in like a tidal wave.

Everyone outside the wall held their mouths and noses in unison; the air seemed to have turned into the most solid gel, making it impossible to breathe.

In the blink of an eye, they crossed the short distance of a dozen meters.

All the dust was stirred up the moment Kou Zhuang stepped over it, and from the top of the wall, it looked as if a tornado was rising and sweeping Martial Arts Field.

A scene that no one expected has occurred!

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Liang Qu neither dodged nor retreated, but instead lowered his body and met the attack with a backhand punch.

This is insane!

How could they possibly confront such a monster head-on?! The audience almost screamed in shock, and the scholar on the wall wished he could jump down and pull Liang Qu away.

But everything happened too fast, and no one had time to stop it.

Boom! Screech! Two thunderous sounds exploded one after the other.

The first sound was the collision of two fists; the second sound was the tearing of clothes.

"What!?"

Pang Qinghe's pupils shrank sharply, and Lan Tai's heart skipped a beat, his disbelief churning violently within him.

No matter what method or means Liang Qu used to dodge this punch, they would not be shocked.

What is this now! Liang Qu was knocked backward, his legs completely sinking into the mud, his clothes on his upper body were torn to shreds, stopping abruptly at his waist.

He didn't fall! He caught it! He didn't dodge or flinch, he caught it!

A very ominous premonition surged in Pang Qinghe's heart.

The next moment, an even more horrifying scene unfolded.

Liang Qu's serratus anterior muscle undulated like a shark's gills. He twisted his waist and punched, and the power increased layer by layer. He actually pushed Kou Zhuang's Fist back little by little!

Pang Qinghe's eyes were bloodshot.

How is that possible? How could you possibly push it back with such a difficult posture?!

Innate Strong Bone, Innate Strong Bone!

Kou Zhuang's eyes were bloodshot, his Qi and Blood boiling like fire, and the Yellow Earth beneath his feet crumbled like fragile sand as he continued to advance, trying to push back the power in his fists, but it was all in vain!

He can't do it!

Liang Qu straightened his body like a spring bar, his upper body bare, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he used his superior strength to gradually push his opponent back!

Like a reef in flowing water, no matter how strong the waves are, it does not recede an inch, but instead splits the water flow!

Kou Zhuang's arm trembled. His opponent's Fist was only half the size of his, but its strength far surpassed his! Liang Qu met Kou Zhuang. He grinned, revealing his scarlet gums.

"What incredible strength!"