Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

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Mu Nianci tapped her left foot, clasped her hands together like flowers, and instantly bloomed, patting Yang Kang's sleeve more than ten times with a mix of real and feints. Then, using the force of the impact, she rebounded and lashed her left leg like a whip towards Yang Kang's chest.

"it is good!!!"

The onlookers cheered.

Yang Kang chuckled, his sleeves, which had been covering his chest, fluttered to the left and right as if parting clouds and mist. He raised his right hand, which had been reaching for Mu Nianci, from bottom to top and struck her with a palm. This palm strike was fast and urgent, and Mu Nianci could not dodge it in time. Her feint turned into a real attack, and she could only meet the palm strike head-on.

With a loud 'bang,' Mu Nianci let out a cold snort. Her right hand, which was retreating, went numb, and she felt a surge of true energy rushing into her body like a piercing needle. She tried to block and intercept it while retreating step by step.

Seeing this, Yang Tiexin hurriedly said, "Young master, my daughter admits defeat and we'll stop here."

Yang Kang was not about to give in, and immediately lunged forward, his right palm swinging rapidly as he attacked Mu Nianci repeatedly. Mu Nianci's right hand was powerless, so half of her skill was wasted, and she could only use her lightness skill to dodge. For a time, the two chased each other back and forth, each displaying their impressive lightness skill, dazzling the onlookers.

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"Huh?" Guo Jing stood on the sidelines for a moment, then paused slightly, feeling that the boy's movements were somewhat similar to those he had learned before. He couldn't help but wonder, "Could this boy also be the Taoist priest's disciple?"

Mu Nianci dodged for a moment, then expelled Yang Kang's true energy. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the young master's internal strength was insufficient, which was why she could easily expel him. However, she turned misfortune into blessing, understanding the subtle changes in the true energy of this palm technique. She immediately turned around and swung her palms to meet the attack.

Her palm techniques became even more unpredictable, sometimes pulling, sometimes leading, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, with countless palm shadows encircling Yang Kang in her palms, becoming more agile and skillful.

Yang Kang was not surprised by Mu Nianci's sudden improvement in martial arts. He thought she had deliberately let him win, which made him even angrier. He thought to himself, "Does a street performer like you dare to look down on me?"

He immediately transferred his hatred for Zhigelou to Mu Nianci, his two fleshy palms waving like the wind, each strike terrifying. However, Mu Nianci's jade-like hands always avoided the opponent's strength, like butterflies fluttering around a tree in a raging storm; only the fluttering shadows of the butterflies could be seen, while the tree could only rage helplessly.

Chapter 462 Yang Kang's Provocation 2

The two fighters put on a spectacular show, drawing cheers from the crowd. Guo Jing was also taken aback, thinking to himself: "The Central Plains is indeed a land of outstanding people; even street performers possess such skill."

He couldn't help but put himself in the shoes of the two people in the arena, and felt that his palm technique was not as agile as that of the young master. Although the martial arts taught by his masters were all good, he always felt that something was missing.

The woman's lightness skill was also superb. He might have been inferior to her before, but since he inexplicably acquired that lightness skill, he was now on par with her.

"Oh dear! I've forgotten that I acquired this lightness skill without even realizing it. I just don't understand it. I should ask my six masters about it."

At this moment, the two fought more and more urgently. Mu Nianci was already highly skilled in lightness skills, and now she was avoiding the enemy's strength and waiting for them to tire themselves out, so she consumed less physical strength. On the other hand, the more ferocious Yang Kang's palm strikes became, the more agitated he became. At this moment, the consequences of forcibly practicing the "Cultivating Demon Scripture" began to appear.

Mu Nianci seized the opportunity. Although she had no intention of practicing her moves with Yang Kang, she found herself increasingly at ease as the fight progressed. Her thoughts began to wander, and she stopped rushing to win, instead continuously applying the techniques she had come to understand. However, she failed to notice the faint red light gradually appearing in Yang Kang's eyes.

At a certain moment, Mu Nianci's heart stirred. She sensed that the young master's breath had paused, and subconsciously swung her palm to strike him. She moved swiftly, her palms instantly dodging Yang Kang's palm force, and with a technique of seamless penetration, struck his shoulder six times in succession.

Yang Kang watched helplessly as the other's exquisite hand passed through his palm shadow with unhurried grace, striking his shoulder with "bang bang bang..." Each strike, imbued with true energy, caused him to pause slightly, and by the last strike, he had already been sent flying.

"Young master, please be careful..."

"Young Prince, be careful..."

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In the crowd, the servants and guards of Prince Zhao's mansion instantly panicked and rushed into the crowd to try to catch Yang Kang as he fell.

The exclamation startled Mu Nianci from her reverie. She was startled and thought to herself, "Oh no, I mustn't hurt this person. This family is quite powerful; I mustn't cause trouble for Father."

Seeing that Yang Kang was about to fall straight to the ground, Mu Nianci was anxious and leaped forward, grabbing Yang Kang's wrist and pulling him back to the ring.

Just as Mu Nianci was about to grab Yang Kang's wrist, Yang Kang suddenly raised his head, a red light flashing in his eyes. He then flicked his wrist to avoid Mu Nianci's hand, instead curling his fingers into a claw and grabbing at Mu Nianci's wrist.

In her panic, Mu Nianci was a beat slow to react. Yang Kang grabbed her wrist and pulled her by the meridians. With a chuckle, Yang Kang slapped Mu Nianci's shoulder with his left hand.

"Be careful……"

"Why did you resort to underhanded tactics..."

"You brat, how dare you..."

The first sound came from Yang Tiexin, who had been watching the fight closely. The second sound came from Guo Jing, and the third sound came from a Taoist priest in a blue robe at the back of the crowd.

Before the Taoist could make a move, he heard a whoosh of wind beside his ear and saw a young man leap over him, his right hand drawing from his waist, and a soft whip lashing out at Yang Kang's right hand.

"Impressive skill! What kind of martial art is this? How can it be so fast and agile? I've never heard of it before," the Taoist priest murmured to himself as he watched Guo Jing rush past.

In his desperation, Guo Jing unconsciously used the Spiral Nine Shadows lightness skill. At this moment, he was focused on saving people, which coincided with the key to a pure and clear mind. With just a slight sway, he created nine afterimages, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and arrived at the center of the arena.

Without a second thought, he flicked his soft whip, and instantly nine whip shadows swept towards Yang Kang's left hand from all directions.

Although Guo Jing arrived late, he had the advantage of having an inch longer, and his long whip wrapped around Yang Kang's left wrist first. With a strong pull, Yang Kang, who was still secretly pleased with himself, was caught off guard and was sent flying by the whip.

With a 'rip' sound, Yang Kang, in his anger, tore Mu Nianci's sleeve, revealing a section of her fair and delicate arm.

Mu Nianci had already reacted by this time. In her anger, she saw a robe being thrown through the air. Mu Nianci recognized it as Yang Tiexin's coat and immediately leaped over to put it on.

These few swift movements caught most people in the audience off guard, with only a few showing surprise in their eyes.

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After being led astray, Yang Kang quickly realized what was happening. With a flick of his wrist, he untied the soft whip and glared angrily at the stunned boy in front of him.

At this moment, he was still unsure of Guo Jing's martial arts skills. He only thought that Guo Jing's whip technique was exquisite and no less than his own, based on his previous actions. Moreover, he was able to strike first after being attacked later, which probably meant that Guo Jing's lightness skill was also superior to his own.

"Why are you resorting to underhanded tactics? That girl kindly saved you, why did you have to do this... this..." Guo Jing's words became somewhat incoherent in his haste.

At this moment, Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai, and Lingzhi Shangren had already surrounded them. Sha Tongtian sneered, looked at the few shop assistants at the entrance of Zhige Tower, and said loudly, "What do you mean by 'hidden arrows'? Our young prince is just waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out. Is it wrong for people to use all sorts of schemes to compete in martial arts?"

Guo Jing knew this person was talking nonsense, but in his haste, he couldn't find any words to refute him, so he could only say dryly, "In short, what you're doing is wrong."

Hou Tonghai snorted and said:

"You brat, didn't you see that no one else objected? Our young prince is the young prince of the Zhao Prince's Mansion, how could he do something unbecoming of his status?"

"Even horses can stumble, and people can make mistakes. In a contest of martial arts, bumps and stumbles are inevitable. It's just a misunderstanding."

Hou Tonghai emphasized the words "Prince Zhao's Mansion" and "Young Prince" in his words, intending to remind Guo Jing to get lost, as he couldn't afford to offend Prince Zhao's Mansion.

Guo Jing was completely confused, thinking: What's wrong with the young prince of the Zhao Prince's Mansion? I'm still the Khan's Golden Knife Prince Consort!

He said bluntly, "Since it's all a misunderstanding, you should apologize to that girl right away. That way, everyone can let bygones be bygones."

Hearing of his bravery in confronting the young prince of the Zhao Prince's Mansion, the surrounding crowd couldn't help but show their admiration. Even the Taoist priest at the back of the crowd nodded in approval.

"Why are you meddling in other people's business?"

Yang Kang sneered and immediately leaped forward, slapping a palm towards Guo Jing's face. Guo Jing was startled, not expecting him to attack so suddenly. In a panic, he dodged backward, flicking his right hand as his soft whip coiled around Yang Kang's right hand like a black dragon.

"what……"

"what……"

Two exclamations of surprise rang out simultaneously; the first was from the Taoist priest who was watching, and the second was from Yang Kang.

The Taoist priest was astonished by Guo Jing's agility, which was none other than the Golden Goose Skill of his Quanzhen Sect, while Yang Kang was surprised that Guo Jing's whip technique lacked the wondrous skill he had displayed earlier.

Chapter 463 Yang Kang's Provocation 3

Surprised, Yang Kang merely trembled slightly with his arm, deflecting the soft whip. With a flick of his wrist, leaving afterimages, he was already at Guo Jing's chest, a gust of wind aimed directly at Guo Jing's face.

"Could it be that he's wary of my status and deliberately let me pass?" Yang Kang wondered to himself.

He then sneered inwardly: It's too late for you to be afraid of me now. This palm strike will make you vomit blood.

Han Baoju's 'Golden Dragon Whip Technique' was naturally considered exquisite by others, but it seemed somewhat insufficient against a direct descendant of a major sect. Guo Jing, caught off guard, was shaken by Yang Kang's true energy and had already released his right hand.

Seeing Yang Kang's palm strike coming right at him, Guo Jing instinctively leaned back, shifted his feet, and used the Spiral Nine Shadows movement technique to instantly create nine figures to the left and right, avoiding Yang Kang's palm strike aimed at his chest. Before he could recover from his shock, he instinctively threw a right fist straight at Yang Kang's center, unleashing a powerful and forceful punch.

Yang Kang's vision blurred, and his palm strike, which was originally sure to succeed, missed. Before he could react in his shock and anger, Guo Jing punched him on the left shoulder from the left.

"You brat, you dare to play me for a fool!!!"

Yang Kang stumbled, his anger rising. He felt that Guo Jing was deliberately making fun of him. At that moment, he felt like a monkey being played, first by the father and daughter who were performing, and now by this dazed brat. His anger had swelled to an uncontrollable level.

A red light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately disregarded his composure, rushing forward to launch a fierce attack. Every move was aimed at Guo Jing's vital energy, his two fleshy palms hooking, turning, biting, slapping, and flicking, the palm force as fierce as raging fire and as fast as lightning.

Although the martial arts Guo Jing learned from the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan were diverse, most of them were known for their fierce and powerful style, such as the hard-hitting "Nanshan Fist" and "Iron Sand Palm," or the purely skillful "Golden Dragon Whip" and "Dog-Beating Stick."

Faced with Yang Kang's fierce attack, Guo Jing only managed to withstand a dozen or so moves before Yang Kang realized that his moves were just ordinary and that his only skill was his lightness skill.

At this moment, Yang Kang's mind was neither fully awake nor confused, but rather he was getting closer to a key point of the "Demon Refining Scripture," with various verses flowing through his mind. Facing Guo Jing's punch that came from behind him, his arm twisted strangely, as if a venomous snake had emerged from under his armpit, and he struck Guo Jing in the chest with a palm strike.

With a 'snap', Guo Jing barely managed to parry the attack, staggering back several feet. At this moment, Yang Kang, looking excited, turned around and pressed forward.

Although Guo Jing's moves were not very sophisticated, he was now driven by the tenacity he had developed for fighting on the grasslands. Relying on his Iron Palm technique, which was based on hard-hitting and exchanging injuries, he managed to fight Yang Kang to a standstill.

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Seeing Yang Kang injured by this man several times, Sha Tongtian and the others who were protecting Yang Kang as they left the mansion all looked grim. If Wanyan Honglie found out when they returned, he would have to be more discerning about their abilities.

At this moment, Mu Nianci had already tied her clothes. Seeing that Guo Jing had been beaten black and blue, with a bruise around his eyes, she was about to leap forward.

Sha Tong gave a wink, then immediately drew an iron paddle from his waist and moved in a flash to block Mu Nianci's path, saying, "Master, the young prince cannot be injured again, otherwise we will not be able to explain ourselves to the prince."

Master Lingzhi nodded, and seizing the opportunity, he suddenly struck Guo Jing in the back with a palm strike.

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"stop……"

"Despicable and shameless..."

Two shouts rang out at the same time. Lingzhi Shangren was startled when he heard the first one. A figure appeared in front of his palm strike aimed at Guo Jing. It was Steward Su. He immediately channeled his energy, and his right hand turned blood red, as if it had swelled up as if it were engorged with blood, and he struck at Steward Su.

At the same time, Hou Tonghai, who was standing to the side, had already jumped forward and stopped the Taoist priest who had suddenly jumped out.

Faced with Master Lingzhi's poisonous palm, Steward Su was furious that they dared to cause trouble outside the restaurant, so he immediately showed no mercy and unleashed a dragon-shaped burst of energy with a roar.

With a loud 'boom', followed by a series of crackling sounds, Master Lingzhi let out a miserable scream as his right arm drooped down and he flew backward.

Upon hearing the screams, Yang Kang, Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai, and the Taoist priest all turned their heads at the same time and saw Lingzhi Shangren draw an arc and crash straight into Hou Tonghai.

Hou Tonghai was startled and immediately abandoned his opponent, raising and supporting his hands in an attempt to stop Lingzhi Shangren.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched Lingzhi Shangren's back, a tremendous force surged up his hands. His body trembled, and his feet cracked several times, not only shattering the stone slab beneath his feet, but also causing his arms to droop limply, as they were already broken.

"Damn it, a martial arts contest is one thing, but ganging up on the few is a violation of the rules of the martial arts world. This guy surnamed Su is going to be ruthless."

At this moment, Sha Tongtian understood. Seeing that Steward Su had already looked over, his eyes narrowed, and he used an iron paddle to knock Mu Nianci away. Then, he flashed in front of Yang Kang, grabbed his shoulder, and darted backward.

"Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided."

Seeing that Sha Tongtian was using Yang Kang as a shield, Steward Su shouted and stomped his right foot, shattering the stone slab beneath his feet. The fragments shot towards Sha Tongtian's back like sharp arrows.

Hearing the whooshing sound behind him, Sha Tongtian was shocked. He didn't have time to turn around, so he could only swing the iron paddle behind him in an attempt to block the fragments.

With a series of crisp clangs, the iron paddle collided with the shards, sending sparks flying. Sha Tongtian felt a sudden numbness in his arm, and the iron paddle almost slipped from his grasp.

With a 'thud,' the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out. Sha Tongtian felt a sharp pain in his back as several pebbles pierced through the iron paddle and shot directly into his back, instantly turning his entire back into a bloody mess.

Sha Tongtian didn't stop moving. Although Steward Su didn't dare to kill Yang Kang, he probably wouldn't hold back when killing them. So, despite being injured, he immediately rushed away into the distance.

As soon as Sha Tongtian moved, Lingzhi Shangren, who had lost an arm, moved at the same time. He took a few steps to Hou Tonghai, who was lying slumped on the ground, and bent down to help him up.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest immediately stepped aside. However, Lingzhi Shangren was annoyed by his meddling and, in the instant he bent down, his perfectly intact left hand suddenly struck out with a large palm print towards the priest's lower abdomen.

The Taoist priest was startled and immediately reached out to block his lower abdomen, but he was forced to react in time. With a 'bang', his palm was pressed into his lower abdomen.

Master Lingzhi dared not linger for a moment, revealing a triumphant smile, and quickly pulled Hou Tonghai away.

These few moves were so swift and quick that neither Guo Jing nor Mu Nianci could react in time.

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"Alright, there's no need to chase after them."

Butler Su saw that Su Xuan and Su Ding had caught up with Master Lingzhi and immediately shouted.

Su Xuan and Su Ding were taken aback, then snorted coldly as they watched Lingzhi Shangren leave like a stray dog.

The two turned back, and Su Ding said, "Uncle Su, why should we hold back against those bastards? They dared to cause trouble in front of Zhige Tower, so we can't let them get away with it."

Butler Su ignored him and looked at the Taoist priest beside him, saying, "Master, you were struck by that bald thief's palm; you're probably poisoned. Perhaps..."

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "I am Wang Chuyi, a disciple of the Quanzhen School. Please arrange a room for me, Manager Su, so that I can treat the poison and heal my wounds."

Butler Su nodded and said, "Since you are from the Quanzhen Sect, you are not outsiders. Daoist Master, young friend Guo, and Brother Yang, please come with me."

Chapter 464 The Possibility of Becoming Emperor

As the martial arts contest escalated into a full-blown brawl, the crowd of onlookers had already dispersed. Only a few scattered martial arts heroes remained, gathered in small groups a short distance away, whispering amongst themselves.

At this moment, Steward Su glanced around and couldn't help but smile. Everyone followed his gaze and saw a little beggar running around under the pillars of the restaurant not far away, making Sha Tongtian's apprentices, the "Four Ghosts of the Yellow River," dizzy.

The little beggar was the same one who had been to the shop before. Now, she moved with agility and grace, exuding a leisurely and carefree air. Despite her extremely fast speed, she appeared unhurried and unperturbed.

"Ah, so he knows kung fu."