Martial Arts? Sorry, I am better at Thunder Spell!-Chapter 193 - 137 The fifth game martial arts training versus
Chapter 193: 137 The fifth game, martial arts training versus cultivating immortality! (Third update! Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly tickets!)_2
Chapter 193: 137 The fifth game, martial arts training versus cultivating immortality! (Third update! Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly tickets!)_2
In Taekwondo, leg techniques account for 70%.
They fully exploit the strengths of the human body.
So, when these two contestants began, they both launched attacks with punches and grappling, in combination with kicking techniques.
To participate in such a competition, both were starting as black belt masters.
And they came from the same Taekwondo Club.
Disciples taught by the same master.
Having sparred against each other in practice, they were now well aware of each other’s tactics as they engaged in real combat.
On the stage, they went all out, with fierce and rapid offensives.
Each move matched by another, fists and feet colliding, exchanging strikes for strikes.
In the mere span of twenty breaths, each had launched over a dozen punches and kicks,
creating a thrilling spectacle.
At the judges’ panel, Chairman Park Zhengyuan nodded repeatedly, impressed.
The competition had just begun, and he was already witnessing such an exciting black belt match between fellow club members.
And their strength was considerable.
Not bad at all.
Park Zhengyuan was quite satisfied.
What did this signify?
It could only mean that Korea’s overall martial arts strength was improving.
In Park Zhengyuan’s view, the abilities of these two contestants had at least reached the level of Martial Arts Hero athletes.
At such a young age to be at the Martial Arts Hero level.
With more hard training in the future, reaching the International Martial Arts Heroic Level or even the Heavenly Authority Realm was not out of the question!
Park Zhengyuan was very pleased with the two contestants.
On the other hand, in the judges’ seat, Wang Wurou frowned.
To her, these two contestants were just mediocre.
Full of flaws.
Wang Wurou herself was highly accomplished in martial arts.
A naturally gifted prodigy in the martial arts world.
She saw at a glance that half of their moves were rigid, dead patterns.
The martial arts community in Korea was still lacking in practical fighting experience.
Based on appearances, these two seemed at the Martial Arts Hero level, sure.
But against a true martial artist,
With so many flaws, they could be defeated in one move.
If they fought this rigidly and mechanically in Dragon Country,
Wang Wurou would find it tough to even consider them Martial Arts Heroes; a Second-level Warrior would be more fitting.
Meanwhile, behind the judges’ panel,
Qin Hao watched the two Korean contestants struggle to determine a winner.
He could barely bring himself to pay attention.
Utterly disinterested.
If these guys were up against Qin Hao,
As soon as they initiated their first move, he could kick them off the stage.
Not to mention their countless flaws,
In Qin Hao’s eyes, before they even made a move, their very presence was nothing but a series of openings.
He couldn’t be bothered to watch anymore.
What for?
To see two colossal walking flaws throwing clumsy strikes at each other?
Qin Hao sat down on the spot and meditated, seizing the moment to refine his Spirit Sword with the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder within his Dantian.
Before sitting down, he instructed Taoist Jing Xuan next to him to call him when Li Yixi entered the stage.
Aside from his disciple’s bout, he was too lazy to watch anyone else.
Qin Hao began to meditate where he was.
At that moment, on the martial arts stage, the two contestants finally managed to eke out a hard-fought victory.
The slightly older Korean martial artist performed a high-flying kick, using gravity and speed to knock the younger martial artist to the ground.
Acknowledging his defeat after losing to just one move, the young martial artist gracefully admitted loss.
The referee blew the whistle and announced, “Round one is over, victor number 1!”
After the judge declared the end of the match,
The winning martial artist, full of swagger, approached his fallen opponent.
Extending a hand to help him up,
He said, “Junior brother, sorry, I can go easy on you during regular practice at the club, but this time, to participate in the all-Asia competition in Dragon Country, I must win—no hard feelings!”
The junior fellow chuckled and scratched his head, “Senior brother, no need to apologize. Your strength has always been superior in practice. Losing to you is something I can wholeheartedly concede—it was indeed a spirited battle!”
The senior brother also sighed in agreement, “Indeed, it was hearty and unbridled.”
…
Listening to their exchange,
Wang Wurou was instantly embarrassed for them.
You two with all your glaring flaws, what are you reveling in?
Hearty and unbridled?
With so many mistakes during your moves, it’s lucky you were facing a club member.
An internal duel between aspiring dragons and young phoenixes.
If they had faced someone even slightly more agile,
It likely would’ve taken less than ten moves to end the fight.
And you’re considering competing in Dragon Country in the all-Asia competition?
You’d probably be floored within three moves facing a Dragon Country competitor.
Truly, two clever fools.
Wang Wurou said, “Please ask the winning competitor to leave the stage quickly; the next pair should prepare to enter!”
Wang Wurou couldn’t stand listening anymore; she wanted them off the stage.
The next pair to enter for competition were numbers 3 and 4!
These two, one practiced the Tanbai Skill of Korea and
The other was an Aikido martial artist.
They started their match on stage.
This time, the two who took the stage were much stronger overall than those in the first round.
At least in Wang Wurou’s eyes, their moves weren’t so rigid and mechanical. Clearly, each had been groomed by their respective masters.
Taught personally by master-level instructors.
Each strike and palm technique were met with swift and reasonable counters.
This match had some appeal.
Ultimately, due to slight flaws in one contestant’s moves, the Aikido contestant seized the chance with a powerful punch to claim victory.
Watching this unfold, Wang Wurou’s brow relaxed slightly.
After announcing the end of the second round,
The third round commenced.
…
Martial arts competitions aren’t like singing or dancing performances.
Where a song lasts three to four minutes, or a dance goes on for ten and more.
In high-level duels, victory is often decided in an instant.
The stronger the master, the more adept they are at exploiting openings, holding back and striking decisively to win.
What room is there for useless flourish?
Thus, the pace of the competition was swift.
Each match lasted roughly three to four minutes.
Or even quicker, with great skill disparity, Martial Arts Hero-level experts facing unfortunate Second-level Warriors.
Once on the stage, a victor could be determined within a minute, often in less than ten moves.
Even for equally matched opponents, the outcome would likely be clear in six to seven minutes.
Twenty minutes later,
The event quickly reached the fifth match.
This one was between contestant 9 and contestant 10.
Wang Wurou perked up.
This match was the one she was most looking forward to in this tournament.
Because entering the stage was a Heavenly Master Disciple, her senior sister, Li Yixi.
Only Wang Wurou knew that just seven days prior, Li Yixi was nothing more than a martial arts novice.
An ordinary child.
Now, she was curious.
Seven days had passed.
Having studied martial arts with the Heavenly Master,
She wondered how much Li Yixi had learned.
As the referee led them,
Contestants number 9, Li Yixi, and number 10, Zheng Xianjun, walked onto the stage.
Watching Li Yixi step forward,
Instantly, many spectators around the viewing stands couldn’t help but buzz with discussion.
“What’s going on? There’s a child in the martial arts competition?”
“Can such a young kid really participate? Is this some kind of joke—seriously?”
“A nine-year-old fighting adults? This must be a joke, right?”
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“Could this be a fixed match? Is the kid just here for a shine?”
“Hell! If it’s a fixed match, I’ll throw rotten eggs onto the stage!”
…
The Korean audience was abuzz with talk.
Although many knew that martial arts competitions had no lower age limit for contestants,
A nine-year-old child participating in such a formal event was quite absurd.
And it was the kind of absurdity that made people suspect a fixed match as a normal reaction.
Meanwhile, other competitors, watching Li Yixi and Zheng Xianjun take the stage,
Many Korean contestants cast envious glances at Zheng Xianjun.
Zheng Xianjun, that guy is just too lucky.
To be paired with that little kid in the first round?
Wasn’t this a guaranteed win?
Battling hard to win their own matches,
While this guy gets a free pass against a child.
How could they not be envious, jealous, and resentful?
At this moment, in the audience seats, only the Taoist Masters from Qingyun Mountain looked at Zheng Xianjun heading to the stage with sympathetic eyes.
The Taoist Masters knew Li Yixi’s strength.
Qi Refining Seventh Level.
Poor Zheng Xianjun.
He might have stood a chance fighting others,
But against Li Yixi, he’s done for.
Martial arts are no match for inner cultivation.
How could you possibly win using only brute force?
The Taoist Masters didn’t even need to watch to know, this Korean was doomed.
Qin Hao opened his eyes and cast a slow glance towards the stage.
On the stage, Li Yixi and Zheng Xianjun faced each other.
Following the referee’s signal for the match to begin,
Zheng Xianjun looked at the nine-year-old porcelain doll-like little girl, who was half a head shorter than him,
And couldn’t bring himself to strike.
After they had both performed the customary greeting with clenched fists, Zheng Xianjun put on airs and said, “Little sister, I won’t take advantage of you. Let’s do this, I’ll give you three free strikes so that no one can accuse me of winning without honor.”
Hearing Zheng Xianjun’s words,
The Qingyun Mountain Taoist Masters grimaced with pain.
Ah?
Martial arts against inner cultivation, and you’re giving her three free strikes?
It’s over,
Completely over!
This poor kid hasn’t grasped the gravity of the situation.
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