In the Arena.
As the giant man charged forward, his anger was palpable.
“Yah!!!”
Whip Kick!!
The burly man’s leg, like a steel whip, hurtled towards Bao Yu’s head with a roaring wind. The spectators on the platform held their breath, fully expecting that if the kick connected, it would crush anyone’s head like a watermelon.
In their tense gazes, Bao Yu raised his left arm to shield his face. The powerful kick struck his forearm. To the shock of the giant man, he saw a flash of dazzling gold on Bao Yu’s arm. It felt as though his leg had kicked against a thick, tempered steel plate, with no effect whatsoever.
Bao Yu’s legs suddenly pushed off the ground, creating two dents in the turf. His body soared into the air…
He raised his knee…
And struck…
His hard knee collided with the giant man’s chin. The giant man saw stars and two bloodied teeth flew out of his mouth.
Bao Yu, not relenting, followed through while in mid-air, his body shadowing the falling giant man. He struck the giant man’s forehead heavily with the back of his right hand.
“Yi Jin Jing” Third Plate Falling Technique!
“Boom!!”
The giant man crashed to the ground like a fallen gorilla. His mouth hung open, blood seeping out as a large lump visibly formed on his head.
He lay there, his head tilted, having lost consciousness.
Meanwhile, Wei Hong, standing in the corner, was stunned…
So it turns out…
This seemingly delicate young monk was so strong!
He realized he and this monk were from entirely different worlds. No, to be precise, this person was so powerful it was beyond human comprehension.
There was no need for him to compare himself at all!
His previously depressed face gradually brightened.
…
“Group A·Green Dragon.
Winner: Bao Yu!!”
The Taoist standing on the stage announced the result loudly.
The audience erupted into cheers, and the previously closed venue doors were opened. Two Taoists rushed in with a stretcher, swiftly carrying the unconscious giant man out.
Bao Yu adjusted his prayer beads and walked gracefully towards the exit…
“Master Bao Yu, congratulations!”
Wei Hong hurried to catch up from behind.
Bao Yu stopped and turned. “It’s Brother Wei. Did I use too much force earlier? Is your shoulder still hurting?”
“It’s fine now. A minor injury is nothing for martial artists like us.”
“Brother Wei, do you plan to stay and watch the other matches?”
Wei Hong hesitated for a moment, adjusting his glasses, and replied, “I won’t continue watching. I plan to leave the mountain soon.”
“Leave? Brother Wei, why don’t you plan to stay and watch?”
“No, I’ve seen the gap now. My previous pride in being a Shaolin lay disciple seems insignificant compared to this. I’ve had little contact with people practicing Qi, and without the talent for it, all my skills have been honed through years of hard training in external techniques…
But ultimately, this is a world of ‘Qi’!
Without practicing Qi, all my martial arts would be in vain.”
Bao Yu pondered for a moment. “Since Brother Wei has decided, I wish you a smooth journey! What are your plans for the future?”
“I plan to return to my hometown, start a small business, and be content with passing on my skills.
It’s a pity I won’t be able to see Master Bao Yu’s future matches!”
Wei Hong’s tone carried a hint of regret.
“That’s alright, Brother Wei. Good luck!”
At the White Tiger Arena.
After bidding farewell to Wei Hong, Bao Yu wandered around the vast outdoor area. He soon encountered two familiar faces.
“Starry Sky Daoist! Feng Bao Bao Daoist, where are you headed?”
“It’s Master Bao Yu!” Starry Sky Daoist, also known as Xing Tong, responded with a bright smile. “We’re headed to the White Tiger Arena! By the way, I heard Master Bao Yu was in the Group A competition. It looks like it’s already over, and you won quite easily!”
Xing Tong scratched his head, his clear eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
“Eh, how did you know I won?”
“Master Bao Yu, just call me Xing Tong. The honorific feels a bit awkward! From the way you look so relaxed, it’s obvious you won easily. Congratulations!”
“Haha, thank you, Xing Tong.” Bao Yu smiled, feeling good seeing this sunny young man.
“So, you’re heading to the White Tiger Arena. Are there any exciting matches coming up?”
“Definitely! Zhang Chu Lan is about to compete!” Feng Bao Bao chimed in with an authentic Sichuan accent.
“Zhang Chu Lan! I must see that!” Bao Yu was very interested in Zhang Chu Lan’s match, which was a notable event after all.
…
Arriving at the White Tiger Arena, the audience was packed, and the noise was deafening, a stark contrast to the relatively quiet Green Dragon Arena.
After some effort, they managed to find a spot to sit.
In the center of the arena stood three men: one in an orange headscarf and shirtless, showing off his muscular physique; the middle one was a young Daoist with short blue hair and wearing a yin-yang fish vest; the third was a man in a black coat with long purple hair. They stood in a row facing the entrance, seemingly discussing something quietly.
Suddenly, a loud call echoed through the arena:
“Contestants, enter the arena~~~”
…
“He’s coming!”
“He’s here, he’s here!”
…
A wave of anticipation swept through the crowd as a dark figure emerged from the shadowy entrance.
A man cloaked in a purple cape stepped slowly into the arena, the hood of his cape lowered so that his face remained obscured.
The man began to speak in a soft voice that seemed to resonate throughout the entire arena. As his words filled the space, the noise and chatter of the crowd gradually faded to silence.
“Thirty years of the East, thirty years of the West!!”
“Grandfather, in the past, the world’s heroes failed you. Today…”
“Your grandson is here to avenge you.”
As he spoke, the man slowly lifted the hood of his cloak, revealing a young face. The air seemed to stir as his short hair fluttered slightly.
Beneath his sword-like eyebrows, his eyes were filled with unwavering determination, with blue lightning-like markings flickering in their depths.
His right fist was clenched tightly against his chest as if making a solemn vow. The hem of his cape, cut into several strips, fluttered behind him.
“Damn, who made that cape for him??”
“Thirty years of the East, thirty years of the West… No wonder he’s the successor of the ‘Qi Body Origin Flow’. Such an overwhelming presence…”
“I can feel the rising aura around him! That is… that is…”
“Why do I feel like his outfit looks so much like ‘Swain’?”
…
At that moment, the clouds in the sky seemed to stir turbulently.
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152