Chapter 112 Let me show you what it means to be born with a martial spirit! Several young scholars pulled and tugged at each other but could not climb up the wall. More than a hundred apprentices gathered together in the martial arts hall, occupying four sides of the hall, so there was naturally no room for others. The young man in brocade clothes holding the folding fan was so angry that he looked around and pointed the fan at someone, "You, you, you, come here!" The farmer who had sneaked over to watch the fun pointed at his nose and said, "Me?" "Yes, that's you." Seeing that the other party was dressed in fine clothes, the farmer dared not disobey and had to go over. But the young man in brocade clothes threw out a silver bean: "One tael of silver, lift me up to the wall!" The farmer's eyes lit up, he bit it with his teeth to confirm the bite mark, then happily lifted up the young man in brocade clothes and helped him against the wall. Seeing this, the other scholars followed suit and paid money one by one and came to the top of the wall.
They rode on the wall excitedly, looking into the distance, when suddenly someone held their shoulders and said, "Look, look, someone is coming!" "Wow, what a big guy! He must be six feet tall, right?" "Oh my god, I've never seen someone so tall. He looks about six feet one. His fist must be bigger than my head. Which disciple is he?" "I heard that warriors have different bones. Ordinary people have ordinary bones, while true geniuses are born with martial bones. They are born different from others. Could this be martial bones?" "Can Master Yang's disciples win?" "It's no problem for Master Yang to take action. He is the best expert in Pingyang County, a master of tiger hunting, and can suppress all villains. But his disciples, I feel they are in danger?" "I heard that the contestants this time are Master Yang's oldest, middle, and youngest disciples. Hey, do you think the ninth disciple in our academy is the youngest?" "I don't know. I don't even know how many disciples Master Yang has." "I think what Master Pang said is right. Even if a master is powerful, his disciples may not be powerful as well. After all, these are two different things. He spoke so confidently. It's hard to say who will win or lose." Several scholars already knew a lot about the martial arts school. Ordinary people would have no idea what was going on and would just think it was lively. On the street, Pang Qinghe and a group of disciples walked down the long street, bowing and thanking the elders and villagers along the way. Whenever Liang Qu saw this, he would definitely complain that it takes three minutes for a star to walk ten meters on the red carpet. Next to Pang Qinghe, a female apprentice seemed very excited: "Master, it's so lively." Pang Qinghe nodded: "During the Jingzhe Festival, everyone is busy with spring ploughing and planting, but noon is the time for lunch break. With this free time, everyone will definitely not miss the excitement. I chose this time period on purpose." Da Zhuang looked around and was a little nervous seeing so many people. Seeing this, the female apprentice patted Da Zhuang on the shoulder and turned to look at Lan Tai: "Brother Lan, didn't you meet Master Yang's ninth disciple yesterday? What do you think of his strength?" "I didn't feel it. He is very good at holding back his Qi." Lan Tai shook his head. "He definitely has an advantage in martial arts, but I have confidence in Da Zhuang! No matter how good one's martial arts are, they are just icing on the cake. In the final analysis, a warrior's success depends on the strength of his Qi and blood. He has practiced martial arts for five months, and at best he is a second-level martial artist, just like Da Zhuang. But Da Zhuang was born with strong bones, and has half the talent of martial arts, almost comparable to a fourth-level martial artist, so don't be afraid, you will definitely win!" "That's right, Da Zhuang." Pang Qinghe grabbed Da Zhuang's shoulders and encouraged him, "Don't be afraid of him, you must be stronger than him!"
With the encouragement from his master and fellow brothers, Da Zhuang’s expression eased a little. He clenched his fists and mustered up his confidence. At the entrance of Yang's Martial Arts School, Xiang Changsong and Hu Qi had been waiting there since early morning. They were a little surprised to see Dazhuang's figure. With such an exaggerated physique, his physical condition is definitely not ordinary! Seeing someone approaching the door, the two of them didn't have time to think about it, and they clasped their fists together: "Master Pang!" Pang Qinghe clasped his fists in return: "What are your names?" "Master Yang's seventh disciple, Hu Qi!" "Master Yang's eighth disciple, Xiang Changsong!" "Nice to meet you." "Master Pang, please come in." Pang Qinghe bowed again and entered with his disciples. Walking through the corridor, I saw Yang Dongxiong sitting in a corner of the martial arts field. "Master Yang! I have admired you for a long time." Pang Qinghe took a step forward and half bowed. Yang Dongxiong did not stand up, but raised his hand and pointed to the stool beside him: "Master Pang, please sit down." Pang Qinghe didn't dare to sit down: "I am sorry to bother you, but I am new here and it is difficult for me to make a breakthrough. I am not talented, but I would like to have some exchanges with you." "It doesn't matter." Yang Dongxiong stroked his beard, not caring about the polite words, and pointed to one side. Yu Dun, Zhuo Shaoqin and Liang Qu were all there. "According to what you said, my eldest disciple, fifth disciple, and ninth disciple should have gone out. Unfortunately, my eldest disciple is still in the Western Army and cannot be freed, so my second disciple has to do it instead." "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Serve your country and be a hero." Pang Qinghe didn't care at all. The other two games would be losses no matter how they made substitutions. It would be fine as long as he didn't make any substitutions in the highlight match of the youngest disciple. He asked his disciples to stand out in order: "This is my eldest disciple Lan Tai, fifth disciple Ge Bochun, ninth disciple Kou Zhuang. Coincidentally, the number of my disciples is exactly the same as Master Yang's. All of my young disciples have been disciples for less than half a year." Seeing that the tallest disciple was actually the youngest of the nine disciples, the crowd was shocked. How to fight this? The nine disciples on the opposite side were at least six feet tall. Liang Qu on this side was also very tall, but only about five feet five, a head shorter! People are three-dimensional. If the height difference is about a head, the difference in shoulder width, arm span, and strength will be huge. Yang Dongxiong nodded: "How should we compete in the three games and in what order? You decide." "Fight bare-chested! No weapons or armor, starting with the youngest disciple!" Pang Qinghe knew that in terms of equipment, his side was definitely not as well-equipped as the opponent's, so he first proposed to fight shirtless. Fighting shirtless did not mean taking off clothes, but meant fighting with bare hands. The second is the order. The feeling of winning one game and then losing two games is completely different from losing two games and then winning one game! Now that you have done it, you naturally have to do it to the best of your ability! "Do you have any questions?" Yang Dongxiong looked at his three disciples, and all he got in response was a shake of the head. "It's over, aren't we going to lose?" "How can we win? The opponent is so big and we don't have a time advantage." "A conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy! This Pavilion Master Pang is so scheming!"
On the wall, several scholars were scratching their heads, and the young man in brocade clothes was so anxious that he threw his fan away. It is true that they were jealous of Liang Qu for being able to receive the imperial dragon blood horse at the same age, but they were all locals of Pingyang County and certainly did not want Liang Qu to lose! Not to mention outsiders, many apprentices in the martial arts school were anxious. They didn't want to see their martial arts school lose the first match. Given Yang Dongxiong's status, losing any of the three matches would be shameful! Xu Zishuai held a grass stem in his mouth and leaned against the pillar. "This old guy doesn't look like a good person. He clearly came here with a plan. The tall guy must have been born with strong bones, above ordinary bones but below martial bones. Just as I guessed, he accepted a good disciple." Lu Gang nodded: "But he made a wrong calculation." Liang Qu was standing nearby, listening to Pang Qinghe bragging about business, and his ears were covered with calluses from listening. He patted his butt, stood up, stretched his muscles, and stood in the center of the training ground with Kou Zhuang. Kou Zhuang stood in front of Liang Qu, and Liang Qu was completely shrouded in shadow. The comparison between the two gives people a greater visual impact. For a while, everyone outside the venue was pessimistic about Liang Qu and was in a negative mood. The apprentices on Pang Qinghe's side cheered and were confident of victory. This guy must be two meters one meter tall, right? Liang Quna was surprised in the shadows. sulfuric acid! Pang Qinghe grabbed the gong hammer and swung it hard. The sound of the gong was deafening, and the first game had begun! Liang Qu grabbed his wrist and moved it, standing straight. Kou Zhuang actually took a few steps back and distanced himself from him. The two looked at each other sideways and did not move for a long time. There was a slight commotion among the apprentices in the martial arts arena and the audience outside. Pang Qinghe gave him an encouraging look, saying that his disciple was good in every way except that he was too soft-hearted and would not take the initiative. Senior Brother Lan Tai was also cheering by waving his fists. Kou Zhuang nodded, he lowered his body, took a deep breath, his muscles heaved, and he turned into a bronze and iron bison about to explode, his muscles bulging until his clothes bulged. An extremely terrifying force accumulated in Kou Zhuang's breathing. The noisy audience gradually fell silent, as if their hearts were suppressed by something indescribable. Liang Qu lowered his eyebrows slightly. He saw that the dust on the ground was rising and falling with the other person's breathing. boom! A sudden explosion! The yellow mud ground that had been trampled and compacted by countless apprentices actually had several cracks on it! The heavy air suddenly made a dull sound like cloth being torn. The power in Kou Zhuang's body seemed to be endless. He used up all his strength in every step, causing the training ground to explode inch by inch and the loess to collapse. The air flow exploded and the terrifying pressure surged like a tide. Everyone outside the wall held their mouths and noses at the same time. The air seemed to have turned into the solidest gel, making it impossible to breathe. It was just a dozen meters, and it was crossed in the blink of an eye. All the dust was blown up the moment Kou Zhuang stepped past. Standing on the wall, it looked like a tornado was rising up across the martial arts field.
A scene that no one expected appeared! Faced with such a terrifying attack, Liang Qu did not dodge or retreat. Instead, he lowered his body and threw a backhand punch to meet the attack. crazy! How to fight this monster head-on! The audience almost screamed out loud, and the scholar on the wall wanted to jump off the wall to pull Liang Qu away. But everything happened so fast that no one had time to stop it. boom! prick! Two thunders exploded one after the other. The first sound was the collision of two fists, and the second sound was the tearing of clothes. "What!?" Pang Qinghe's pupils shrank sharply, and Lan Tai's heart skipped a beat, with an emotion of disbelief surging in his heart. No matter what method or means Liang Qu used to dodge this punch, they would not be shocked. What now! Liang Qu was knocked backwards, his legs completely sunk into the mud, and his clothes on his upper body were torn into strips, stopping abruptly at his belt. He didn't fall! Caught it! No dodging, no evasion, just catch it! Pang Qinghe had a very bad premonition in his heart. The next moment, an even more horrifying scene appeared. Liang Qu's serratus anterior muscles rose and fell like the gills of a shark. He twisted his belt and fist, increasing his strength layer by layer. He actually pushed Kou Zhuang's fist back little by little! Pang Qinghe's eyes were bloodshot. How is it possible? How can I push it back in such a difficult position?!? I was born with strong bones, I was born with strong bones! Kou Zhuang's eyes were bloodshot, his blood was boiling like fire, the loess under his feet was shattered like fragile sand, he kept moving forward, trying to push back the force of his fist, but it was all in vain, in vain! He can't do it! Liang Qu's waist stretched out little by little like a spring rod, with his upper body naked. In full view of everyone, he pushed his opponent back little by little with an extremely strong posture! Like a reef in flowing water, it will not retreat no matter how strong the waves are, but will instead split the water flow! Kou Zhuang's arms began to tremble. The opponent's fist was only half the size of his, but the power was far greater than his! Liang Qu put his fist against Kou Zhuang's and looked him straight in the face. He grinned, revealing his scarlet gums. "What a strength!" (End of this chapter)