Chapter 44: Acting

Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Before the fist arrived, that domineering force had already pressed against Lin Sheng's breath, making his cheeks ache.

"Young Master Mo..."

Lin Sheng's liver and gallbladder were shattered with fear. He had only shouted half a sentence of pleading before being swallowed by the force.

Where did he dare hesitate even a bit? He hurriedly struck out to meet the enemy.

"Ha!"

Lin Sheng let out a strange cry, his body suddenly leaning back while crossing his arms in front like a seal, trying to dissipate the force and retreat.

However, it was already too late. Mo Ziyu's fist had already charged over.

Bang—!!!

A muffled sound so deep it made hearts skip beats exploded on the platform.

At the moment of contact, an indescribable tremendous force violently crashed into his arms.

Crack! Crack!

Two clear, ear-piercing sounds of breaking bones rang out almost simultaneously!

"Ahhh—!"

Lin Sheng let out a miserable shriek.

Both arm bones snapped instantly, twisting into grotesque angles, then his entire body left the ground, flying backward like a kite with severed strings.

Puff!

In mid-air, Lin Sheng couldn't suppress spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

Rumble!

His body heavily crashed at the platform's edge, rolling twice more before stopping.

Both arms hung limply, the intense pain making his whole body convulse, his face pale as paper, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes.

"Young Master Mo, this is truly a misunderstanding..."

Mo Ziyu paid no attention and strode forward aggressively.

This time he moved even faster, reaching Lin Sheng's front in an instant.

Lin Sheng's pupils contracted sharply. Despite the intense pain in his arms, relying solely on waist strength, he rolled violently to the side.

Simultaneously, his intact right leg concentrated the remaining force like a scorpion's tail hook, viciously kicking toward Mo Ziyu's vital lower region!

Scorpion Tail Needle!

This was his final desperate counterattack.

"Hmph! Trivial tricks!"

Mo Ziyu's eyes flashed with disdain. He stepped slightly to the side, avoiding that vicious low kick, his right hand's five fingers pressed together with knuckles protruding like iron.

Swish!

A slight but scalp-numbing sound of breaking air!

Mo Ziyu's hand was lightning-fast, striking with perfect precision toward the kidney point exposed during Lin Sheng's roll.

Puff!

His fingertips, like red-hot branding iron, easily penetrated flesh and blood, viciously stabbing into the kidney point.

Simultaneously, a vicious hidden force like bone-attached maggots instantly penetrated his body.

"Ugh...!"

Lin Sheng's body suddenly stiffened, like a snake with its spine removed, all strength instantly dissipating.

Then he convulsed violently several times before going completely limp, only weak, pained moans remaining.

At the kidney point, a shocking bloody hole gurgled blood, quickly staining a large area of ground red.

Everyone around was shocked by Mo Ziyu's viciousness while secretly shaking their heads. This Lin Sheng was truly ignorant and fearless, daring to be so arrogant without any real strength?

"Useless! Truly useless!"

In the distance, seeing this scene, Xu Xiuhua's face immediately turned iron-blue.

Lin Sheng being beaten was a small matter, but losing face for the Huang family and offending the Blood River Gang, that was the real problem.

Following the clerk's announcement, the Huang family people hurriedly carried Lin Sheng away.

In such circumstances, forget about passing the martial examination, being able to remain intact would be fortunate.

Seeing this, Chen Qing's lips revealed a cold smile.

He was naturally a cautious and careful person. Lin Sheng's repeated inquiries had long aroused his vigilance.

Soon it was Chen Qing's turn to take the platform.

"Han family's Han Rou!"

His opponent was a young woman wearing appropriately fitted practice clothes that faintly revealed flexible and elastic skin. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyebrows elegantly shaped with three parts natural heroic spirit, and her eyes clear and bright.

"Through-arm Boxing, Chen Qing!"

Chen Qing cupped his fists in response.

"Please!"

Chen Qing gave a low shout, his right arm suddenly shooting out a 'Mountain Whip Style' as the first strike.

Fist wind exploded, sleeves fluttering, the fierce force directly pressing toward Han Rou's face.

Han Rou used the footwork 'Wandering Body Position Change,' gliding past the fist wind while her left hand 'Green Dragon Exploring Claw' reached toward Chen Qing's right wrist, silken force secretly flowing.

Chen Qing shook his right arm and withdrew it, his left arm rising diagonally like a venomous dragon, five fingers like knives fiercely cutting toward Han Rou's ribs.

Han Rou's waist bent flexibly, narrowly avoiding it, both palms drawing circles to push out 'Pushing Window to View Moon,' soft force like tide forcing Chen Qing back.

Chen Qing's eyes deliberately flashed with 'anxiety,' he roared low and swung both arms together.

This move was precisely 'Double Whips Shaking Mountain.' His two arms whistled like steel whips rolling toward Han Rou with imposing momentum.

"This boy is still too young!"

Han Rou's heart stirred, "The opportunity has come!"

She stepped urgently with lotus steps, the Nine Palace Steps performed to perfection, like swimming fish shuttling through the violent whip shadows, constantly dissipating force and guiding, deliberately approaching Chen Qing's center line.

Just as Han Rou spun, trying to cut in again, she spread both arms, her armpits wide open.

Chen Qing was about to change moves when an extremely intense smell, carrying sweat acid and some indescribable fishy odor, struck his face like substance, directly assaulting his nostrils.

"Ugh!"

Chen Qing's smooth movement suddenly staggered.

Han Rou didn't notice Chen Qing's abnormality, only thinking her footwork was exquisite and had found an opening.

She seized this 'flaw,' her graceful body crouching low like a nimble cat, pressing close with her right hand's fingers together like a sword. 'Swimming Dragon Finger' carried feminine, sharp finger wind directly pointing at Chen Qing's chest.

With this finger, she still only used seventy percent force, intending to force retreat.

"Now's the time!"

Chen Qing thought secretly. He slightly withdrew his chest to avoid vital points, his right arm seemingly hastily blocking toward Han Rou's pointing finger, but the movement was stiff and the force virtual and unstable.

Seeing Chen Qing block, Han Rou instinctively changed her finger to a brush, a soft force brushing toward Chen Qing's wrist.

With this brush, she only used thirty percent force, light as willow catkins.

However, just at the moment when their arms were about to make contact—

"Slap!"

A collision sound so slight it was almost scattered by the wind rang out.

Chen Qing seemed to be violently struck by an invisible, overwhelmingly mighty force.

He let out an extremely pained muffled groan from his mouth, "Ahhh—!"

His face instantly turned deathly pale, his entire body like being struck by a battering ram, staggering wildly backward.

After steadying himself, he tightly covered his 'completely unharmed' right arm, his body trembling violently, his forehead instantly covered with bean-sized sweat drops.

"This...?"

Han Rou was completely dumbfounded.

Her brush couldn't even blow down a leaf! Chen Qing's reaction... was too fake.

So exaggerated it made her feel somewhat absurd. She suddenly thought of something, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over her own armpit, her nostrils unconsciously twitching slightly.

Han Rou was thunderstruck, a scalding sense of shame instantly rushing from her soles to the crown of her head.

She understood!

Completely understood!

He wasn't retreating from being struck by her force at all!

He was... he was overwhelmed by the smell from her armpits.

Chen Qing 'difficultly' steadied his form, his voice carrying a trembling as if still shaken, "Miss Han's excellent skills, Chen has been taught, I admit defeat!"

He covered his 'injured arm,' his steps 'unsteady' as he quickly walked down the platform.

Mainly to quickly escape that 'lethal range.'

Victory was decided!

The clerk announced the result, Chen Qing ultimately received a grade of B+.

Below the platform instantly erupted in uproar, then burst into heated discussion!

"Such powerful Eight Trigrams Palm soft force! Appearing light as a feather, yet having such power?!"

"Indeed! Look at Chen Qing's reaction! Face deathly pale, sweating like rain, arms shaking like that... this is definitely hidden force entering the body, injuring the meridians!"

"Feminine and bone-penetrating! This is the essence of Eight Trigrams Palm! This Han Rou is deeply hidden!"

"Chen Qing was too careless! Being approached by Han Rou, that feminine palm force specifically counters through-arm boxing's fierce style, impossible to guard against!"

"The Han family's Eight Trigrams Palm, truly lives up to its reputation!"

...

Discussion sounds surged like tide.

Everyone believed that Han Rou, relying on exquisite footwork and feminine, domineering Eight Trigrams Palm, had severely injured Chen Qing in an instant with thunderous momentum when closing in.

Only Han Rou herself felt like being roasted over fire.

Her cheeks were burning hot, almost ready to ignite.

Han Rou stood in place, biting her lower lip tightly, almost drawing blood.

She listened to the praise filling the venue, watching Chen Qing's 'panicked escape' yet explosively skilled acting background, an indescribable anger and grievance churning in her chest.

She had won, but her victory was inglorious.