Tiger Demon Fist (Third Update, Please Bookmark and Vote)

There were five Martial Arts Students who had reached the Second Realm of Jing Li, Flowing Strength.

They were Hong Li and Xu Taiping from Fourth High School, Lin Gaowang from Fifth High School, He Ying from Sixth High School, and Qin Fen from Thirteen Middle School.

These five would compete for the top three. Each person had to face the other four. A win earned 1 point, a draw earned 0 points, and a loss deducted 1 point. The one with the highest score would be champion, and so on.

The system would determine the order of the five matchups.

The matches were one-on-one. With five people competing for the top three, one person was bound to have a bye.

The person with the bye could learn in advance about the other four's strength and martial arts, allowing them to prepare beforehand. The other four, however, would have no way of knowing the bye participant's strength. It was a slight advantage.

But in the end, victory or defeat still depended on one's own strength.

Because the gap in strength was so great, the competition for the top three began early.

The matches on the other four arenas were temporarily halted. Martial Arts Students from all ten schools gathered around Arena One to watch, their voices rising and falling as they whispered among themselves.

Everyone eagerly anticipated the clashes between Martial Arts Students who had reached the Second Realm of Jing Li. Besides, once the competition for the top three was over, they would no longer have to face Martial Arts Students at the Second Realm of Jing Li. Being defeated in a single move was not a pleasant feeling.

This was an exchange tournament. People of comparable strength should be the ones fighting, so they could improve their practical combat experience.

In the first round, Lin Gaowang of Fifth High School faced He Ying of Sixth High School.

The two stepped onto the arena and began their three minutes of dialogue.

Lin Gaowang lived up to his name. He was tall and powerfully built, nearly 1.8 meters in height, dressed in a loose school uniform. Facing He Ying, he said, "If you can take one strike from me, I'll count it as my loss."

"One strike? You're looking down on me too much. We're both at Flowing Strength. Defeating me in one strike is nothing but a fool's dream." He Ying said, "I'd advise you not to boast too soon. Otherwise, when you get slapped in the face, you won't be able to step down."

He Ying's expression remained calm. Lin Gaowang's words did not provoke any anger from him.

Before the match, he had already received psychological counseling from the Martial Arts Teacher and anticipated all kinds of possible developments.

These three minutes of dialogue were meant for psychological warfare. He was not eloquent and certainly not some master of verbal sparring, so he could not come up with much ridicule. But neither would he be easily provoked by his opponent's words.

Lin Gaowang said, "Since you don't believe me, then let's try it!"

After saying that, he fell silent.

The three minutes quickly passed.

"Begin!"

The moment the referee announced it, Lin Gaowang moved.

The blood and qi that had lain dormant within his body were instantly stirred the moment he moved. The strength throughout his body connected and merged at once, and his aura surged higher and higher. Like an erupting volcano, he became incomparably fierce.

Lin Gaowang clenched his five fingers into a fist. As his aura rose to its peak, his body lunged out like an incomparably savage tiger.

Roar!

A tiger's roar rang out across the arena.

At that moment, in He Ying's eyes, Lin Gaowang no longer seemed human, but rather a peerless ferocious tiger roaring through the mountains and forests, its might shaking all directions as it charged in to kill. Such a fierce and domineering martial art technique was certainly not taught by the school.

"Don't think you're the only one who learned an offensive martial art."

As Lin Gaowang's fist came crashing in, He Ying's blood and qi churned. He immediately connected and merged the strength throughout his body as well, then swept his right leg out at astonishing speed. A sharp gust of leg force surged up as it collided head-on with Lin Gaowang's fist.

Smack!

Fist and leg collided with a dull impact.

Qin Fen, who had been watching the situation below, saw He Ying's expression suddenly change.

Then He Ying was sent flying by that punch and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Ah!"

He Ying fell to the ground with a scream, both hands tightly clutching his badly swollen shin.

When fist and leg had collided, he seemed to have heard the sound of his shinbone breaking.

His muscles were swollen and red, waves of agonizing pain shooting through him until sweat poured from his forehead.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! ... One! Lin Gaowang wins."

As He Ying lay on the ground, the teacher from Sixth High School immediately began the count.

"Quick, prepare ice packs and pain-relieving, anti-inflammatory ointment."

The instant Lin Gaowang was declared the winner, the teacher from Sixth High School immediately had the medical staff below the arena carry He Ying away. They used every means available to reduce the swelling and pain and began treating him.

The match temporarily came to an end.

Qin Fen saw that although Lin Gaowang had defeated He Ying, the aura around him had also collapsed completely. It was as though that move had drained all the strength from his body, leaving him exhausted.

Does he only have the strength for one strike?

Qin Fen could not help but fall into thought.

He Ying of Sixth High School had also reached the Second Realm of Jing Li. He could connect and merge the strength throughout his body, and the martial art he displayed was not one taught by the school either. From the sharp gust of leg force stirred up by his sweeping kick, it was clear that its power was far from ordinary.

Whether in speed or explosive force, it was extremely formidable.

He Ying had likely reached the realm of Entering the Hall and Reaching the Inner Chamber in that martial art.

Yet he had still been defeated by a single punch from Lin Gaowang. The bone in his shin might even have been shattered.

The sheer ferocity of Lin Gaowang's punch was nearly comparable to Qin Fen's Thunderclap Fist after fifty Bone Burst sounds had been merged into one strike. But he only had the strength for that one blow.

"Fortunately, the bone is only slightly cracked. Apply some spiritual ointment that restores bones, and he'll recover in a week. But he probably won't be able to participate in the remaining matches."

After He Ying was carried down from the arena, the medical staff immediately began examining his condition.

"I understand."

The teacher from Sixth High School nodded slightly.

There was nothing they could do about it. When they decided to let Martial Arts Students who had reached Flowing Strength compete, they had already anticipated this possibility. On the arena, they could only ensure that the students' lives were not in danger. Minor injuries, however, were unavoidable.

A Quasi-Martial Artist who had cultivated Flowing Strength possessed far more force than one who had only just cultivated Jing Li.

At this realm, one had yet to reach the stage of controlling one's force at will. Thus, one could not casually strike while fighting others. Once a move was unleashed, if the opponent could not withstand it, they would be seriously injured. Fists and kicks had no eyes, and sparring could easily injure people.

One could release force but not withdraw it. That was why the Martial Arts Bureau stipulated that schools could not teach overly fierce and domineering martial arts before a student's cultivation broke through to the Third Realm of Jing Li, Smooth Strength.

Schools did not teach them, but students could still learn them elsewhere. That was beyond the schools' control.

"Qin Fen, the martial art Lin Gaowang used was the lower-grade second-rank Tiger Demon Fist. It has great ferocity and contains four killing moves, though at Lin Gaowang's realm, he should only be able to use one of them." Zhou Wu said. "From that exchange just now, Lin Gaowang's grasp of Tiger Demon Fist is not very proficient. He can only mobilize the strength of his entire body to unleash one move, with power close to five thousand jin. Are you confident you can take it? If not, there's no need for you to step onto the arena and risk getting hurt."

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