The Rebirth of an Immortal Cultivator
Chapter 36: Martial Arts (2)
No one has gone up to the arena. Everyone here looked at each other, the hundreds of people who were in the audience seats also started to get annoyed that no one wanted to compete. Especially the people sitting on the second floor, the representatives of the hidden sects, the Huaxia Martial Alliance and the Dragon Taring Force.
The long white-haired old man wearing traditional Chinese clothes who was sitting on the second floor slammed his hands hard on the table. He stood staring at the arena podium, looking at the dozens of people standing around the arena. "You! Get on the arena!" he pointed to one of the participants.
With a slightly vibrating body, the brunettes man with a short cut, dressed in traditional Chinese short-sleeved clothing climbed up the arena. He turned his gaze around, then pointed his finger at a young woman who was none other than Qin Nian. "I'm challenging you!"
Qin Nian slightly flinched, as he stood around the arena. Of course he must ride, because for anyone who stands there means is a participant who follows the Martial Games.
"Master." Qin Nian turned his head to look at Mo Lian. The look on his face was a little unprepared, however he had not been taught any fighting skills by Mo Lian.
Mo Lian turned her head. "With your current level, there should be no problem, you can win against it. Didn't you also learn traditional martial arts? But if you feel you can't beat him, better give up."
Although in his dictionary there is no word 'Rench', but he told his students to give up, it is because he does not want the future of his students destroyed if too forced themselves. Contrary to him who always braved danger, because at that time he was not concerned with his own safety.
Qin Nian was silent for a moment, then he nodded his head. He walked up the stairs to the arena podium.
"Qin Nian, Dongfangzhi Sect. Please help." Qin Nian introduced himself.
Everyone fell silent, this was the first time for them to hear the Dongfangzhi Sect. But aside first about the sect, what was even more surprising was the fact that Qin Nian, the grandson of Qin Zhang took part in the Martial Competition.
The other party just kept silent not introducing himself.
The host and the referee who called himself Master Hongtan advanced several steps into the middle of the arena. He turned his head to look at the two participants. "The Rules of Martial Matches are very simple, it is forbidden to kill. Determining the winner is if the opponent exits the arena, surrenders and is unconscious."
"Are you both ready?"
Qin Nian and his opponent nodded their heads in response to the referee's question.
Master Hongtan nodded his head. He raised his hand into the air. "Match Beladiri. It's starting!" he said swing his hand.
Instantly the unnamed man pressed his foot on the ground, then shot sharply towards Qin Nian with his right hand ready to hit.
Seeing that, Qin Nian crossed both his hands in front of his face. He took a step back because he got a pretty hard hit. Seen on his right arm a slight scrape.
The man did not stop there, with his left hand, he attacked Qin Nian's right abdomen violently.
Of course Qin Nian did not stay still, with a slight movement, he retreated backwards and dodged the blow. Then with his right knee, he kicked the left hand of the man who attacked him until a rough crack sounded, signaling that the man's wrist was broken.
Although both were at the level of an Intermediate Wu-Zun stage, but there was a huge difference between the techniques from the Central Galaxy and the techniques from the fringe stars. Even Qin Nian who was now could defeat three to five people who were on the same level.
The man retreated a few meters back, he held onto his broken wrist and grimaced in pain. Cold sweat could be seen flowing from his forehead to his right cheek.
Everyone fell silent, they did not expect that one of the disciples of the hidden sect was pushed back by a woman, which everyone knew if this woman had never participated in the Martial Games.
Qin Nian pressed his foot on the ground, he shot sharply towards the man who was still grasping the wrist. As the distance of the two was left by one meter, Qin Nian suddenly stopped his steps and swung his left leg towards his opponent's right shoulder.
The man raised his right hand trying to protect his upper body, but alas, the kick Qin Nian took out was different from the Fighter's kick of the same level.
Cracks!
Once again, there was the sound of a rough crack coming from the man's arm. The bone between his arm and elbow was broken, looking bruised blue on the surface of his skin. The man again grimaced in pain, cold sweat flowing even more profusely than before.
Qin Nian did not stop there, after kicking with his left foot. His left foot landed on the arena floor, with a slashing position, he twisted his body with his left hand taking a swipe. Then it smacked it hard right into the stomach of the unnamed man.
The man coughed, he spat out a mouthful of blood from within his mouth. Then it was thrown out of the arena podium.
In just less than three minutes, Qin Nian had already won his first match. He gasped for breath when he finished the match, his face hardened with his mouth open, he still did not expect if he could win the match. "I. Win?"
Master Hongtan raised his hand into the air. "The match winner this time is Qin Nian. Nine more matches he needed to win, then he could get the first prize!"
"Su Xinming, the Su Family. Challenging Qin Nian, please help him."
Qin Nian raised his hand, he felt that he was not the opponent of the man in front of him. Moreover, the person in front of him had the same clan as the mother of Mo Lian, thus making her level of wanting to fight back. "I'm giving up."
Su Xinming was silent for a moment, not long after which he smiled widely, he turned his head towards Qin Nian walking down. He wanted to challenge Mo Lian, but before that he would have to wait for someone to challenge him.
Two minutes later, no one wanted to challenge him. Su Xinming pointed his finger at a man standing beside Qin Nian. "Mo Lian's! I challenge you!"
Everyone turned his attention towards the direction that Su Xinming was pointing at. Mo Lian's? Mo Family?
"He's not from our Mo Family anymore! He was expelled a long time ago. So he has nothing to do with our family! We don't care what happens to him!"
There was a loud sound from one of the audience seats, which was where the Mo Family was sitting. Hearing that, everyone could only fall silent and nod their heads.
Su Jingmei and Mo Fefei gasped when they heard that, it was true that they were no longer from the Mo Family. But it still hurts to be heard.
Mo Lian who was called and became the center of attention just kept silent regardless of everyone's words, she walked up the stairs towards the arena podium.
Master Hongtan raised his hand into the air after making sure the two participants were ready. "Fight Martial! It's starting!"
Su Xinming grinned widely, he shot sharply towards Mo Lian with his right fist ready to hit Mo Lian's face.
Mo Lian who saw that was just silent unmoved, when Su Xinming's punch almost hit the skin of his face. He suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight, then reappeared right next to Su Jingmei.
With a swing of his right elbow, he attacked Su Xinming's back violently.
Booms!
Su Xinming's body hit the floor of the arena hard, appearing to be cracks like a spider web with Su Xinming as its center that had been knocked unconscious.
Instantly the atmosphere that was previously lively, was now back to silence. They were all silent with their mouths wide open, they still did not understand what had happened before their eyes. In just three seconds, Su Xinming had been defeated.
Su Xinming was a genius fighter, because he was only 20 years old was already at the level of the Late Wu-Zun stage. That's why everyone here is shocked.
"The winner of this match is Mo Lian. Nine more matches he needed to win, then he could get the first prize!"
Time continued to roll, after a long wait. Finally there was another person who climbed onto the arena podium. Men dressed in traditional Chinese with short sleeves, black-haired curls with a sharp gaze.
"Tang Nan Gong, the Tang Family." The man introduced himself while cupping both hands.
With both hands he put in his pants pocket, refused to return the greetings from his opponent and then said slowly, "Mo Lian."
Master Hongtan again raised his hand into the air to give the cue of the start of the match.
Shortly after the match started, Mo Lian disappeared from everyone's sight. Then appearing in front of Tang Nan Gong, he swung his right leg into the chin of the man and made him flung high.
In just the blink of an eye, Tang Nan Gong lost and was unconscious at the edge of the arena podium. Not only was his jaw badly injured, but also his back body that hit the floor.
Once again, everyone was again startled by Mo Lian. They were curious about Mo Lian's original strength, but they also did not dare to look for her strength.
With both hands put in pocket. He took a deep breath and then exhaled it. "All of you. Forward up!"
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