Yunyang Martial Academy Grand Competition

Chapter 15: Yunyang Martial Academy Grand Competition

Ding Zhiyuan said this, but there was still a clear sense of disappointment in his eyes.

He knew that his efforts here ultimately couldn't compare to innate Martial Arts talent.

No matter how well he socialized with these students, how friendly he was with everyone, or how often he treated Miao Ping and others to meals, what mattered in the crucial moments was one's Martial Arts aptitude.

Before long, Guan Lie led a group of inner courtyard disciples out in a grand procession and boarded the large bus waiting at the entrance. Everyone watched with immense envy.

Once the Hall Master and the inner courtyard disciples left, the students immediately lost their focus.

Soon, some began leaving to watch the live broadcast in the cafeteria, and then more followed. Ding Zhiyuan called out to Fang Mo when he left, but Fang Mo refused. In the end, only Fang Mo remained in the courtyard, sweating profusely as he practiced his stance and punches.

Pharmacist Xie watched Fang Mo practicing his punches under the sun through the window, nodding slightly, his eyes filled with admiration.

He knew Fang Mo's talent wasn't outstanding, but he possessed astonishing perseverance and determination. He became increasingly interested, thinking perhaps this young man could create some unexpected miracles.

Fang Mo continued his training until the gong for mealtime sounded in the cafeteria. Only then did he stop, wash his face, and head to the dining hall.

At that moment, about twenty students in the cafeteria were gathered around the television, watching the live broadcast.

"Fang Mo, hurry over! You're late, but you've caught the last match, the battle for first place!" Ding Zhiyuan exclaimed excitedly, waving his hand when he saw Fang Mo approach.

"Coming!"

Fang Mo walked over with a smile. He looked at the television, where a young man and a young woman, both around seventeen or eighteen, stood facing each other. Both wore fitted martial arts attire, one in blue and the other in white. The young man was handsome and had an extraordinary presence.

The young woman was even more beautiful, with fair skin, almond-shaped eyes, and long eyelashes curved like a crescent moon. Her white attire accentuated her slender figure, and her black hair was tied up behind her head, giving her an air of heroic spirit.

Fang Mo was slightly stunned, his expression complex. He knew both of them.

The young man was Shen Songyang, a direct descendant of the Shen family, one of Yunyang's five major Martial Arts Families. He had excellent roots and was already at the peak of Bright Strength at eighteen, a renowned genius in Yunyang, far more famous than Fang Mo, the "waste young master."

The young woman was none other than his fiancée, Qin Muxue, the genius young lady of the Qin family.

Perhaps due to the influence of Fang Mo's original soul, he still felt a bit dazed upon seeing Qin Muxue.

Over the years, Fang Mo had given her all his dividends from the Fang family. At first, he hadn't been suppressed so badly and had millions in funds to use annually. When this was exposed, Fang Xiaolian confiscated his dividends, and Hu Yuehua subsequently skimped on his allowance, not even giving him enough for his monthly expenses.

He had even secretly stolen a thousand-year-old purple ginseng worth hundreds of millions from the Fang family for Qin Muxue. Hu Yuehua had nearly beaten him to death using it as an excuse, otherwise, his grandmother wouldn't have completely lost hope in him, and Fang Xiaolian would not have lost all favor towards him.

Yet, despite receiving so many benefits from the Fang family, including Qin Muxue and the Qin family, they had heartlessly broken off the engagement in the end, turning him into a complete laughingstock in Yunyang. Otherwise, he wouldn't have hanged himself at Moon Lake.

"Hurry up, it's starting!"

Everyone immediately held their breath. In the television, Shen Songyang and Qin Muxue had already clasped their fists, preparing to begin. The atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Brother Shen, I'm determined to win this first place!" Qin Muxue's beautiful eyes were filled with resolve as she looked at Shen Songyang.

"Sister Muxue, I'm sorry! I'm also determined to win this first place, so please forgive me!" Shen Songyang offered an apologetic smile.

"Then let's see who's stronger!" Qin Muxue's eyes suddenly narrowed, and she adopted the offensive stance of Shattered Jade Fist. Her bones let out a creaking sound. Shen Songyang said no more, but he also adopted the starting posture of Thunderclap Palm, his bones similarly cracking.

"Hurry!" Suddenly, Qin Muxue let out a sharp cry, exerting force with her feet. Her body lunged forward, and she threw a punch at Shen Songyang. The punch exploded with seven distinct sounds.

"Good one!" Shen Songyang's fierce eyes suddenly widened, and he let out a booming shout, swinging his palm to meet the attack. His palm moved like wind and thunder, also producing seven distinct sounds.

The speed of both was incredibly fast. They instantly covered several meters, their fists and palms colliding. A muffled sound like thunder erupted. The air rippled where their fists and palms met, and both staggered back several steps. However, Qin Muxue clearly had the disadvantage, retreating one step further.

"Again!" Both roared almost simultaneously and charged forward again. They exchanged blows rapidly, their fists, palms, legs, and feet drawing afterimages. Each collision produced a muffled sound as the two figures continuously moved around the arena.

The Qin family's Shattered Jade Fist was fast, accurate, and fierce, filled with Dark Strength and tricky angles. The Shen family's Thunderclap Palm was broad and powerful, with immense force. Both were at the peak of Bright Strength, fighting to a standstill. Gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd from time to time, and those in front of the television also exclaimed. Fang Mo was also deeply shaken.

These two truly lived up to their reputation as Yunyang's greatest geniuses. The peak of Bright Strength was indeed powerful. They were the same age as him, yet he currently had no power to fight back against them. He couldn't withstand even a single blow.

Fists and palms met, and powerful energy erupted. Both staggered back several steps.

They panted, sweat beading on their foreheads. Their sweat vaporized above their heads, clearly indicating their immense exhaustion. However, everyone was shocked. For Qin Muxue, as a woman, to have fought Shen Songyang for so long was already incredibly difficult.

"Sister Muxue, you're very good, but I won't let you win!" Shen Songyang said, his gaze intense.

"I won't let you win either. Let's settle it with one decisive blow!" Qin Muxue also looked at Shen Songyang with resolute eyes.

"Alright!" Shen Songyang let out a deep roar. He pressed his palms together forcefully, his blood surging. "Take this: Thunderous Wrath!" He took a step forward and thrust out his palm, producing a series of explosive sounds.

"My heavens, eight sounds with one punch!"

"Incredible, this is infinitely close to Dark Strength! This is the peak of the peak of Bright Strength!" The crowd in the cafeteria cried out in astonishment, their eyes glazed over. The viewers on television cheered even louder.

"Good one! Take my Shattered Jade Chain!" Qin Muxue also cried out sharply, taking a step forward and unleashing a punch. There were no explosive sounds, no startling roars. Her delicate palm, however, exuded a chilling aura.

Their fists and palms collided, emitting a muffled sound like striking a drum.

However, Qin Muxue's delicate eyebrows suddenly furrowed. She stamped her foot and pushed her palm forward again, her clothes billowing.

"Break!" Her slender palm vibrated fiercely, and a muffled thunderous roar echoed.