The martial arts hall is very large, divided into two floors, and there are auditoriums.
When Ning Chen followed Duan Shuihui in, there were many people training.
There are wooden dummies, plum blossom stakes, sandbags, and various martial arts training equipment. There is even a weapons rack, but the weapons inside are not sharpened and are used for decoration.
"Big brother!"
"Hello, senior brother!"
"Eldest Brother is back from the competition? We have all heard about it. Congratulations to Eldest Brother for being admitted to the Longhu Martial Arts School!"
Everyone came over to say hello.
Ning Chen had no expression on his face and said directly to Duan Shuihui: "Hey, do you still want to fight?"
"Who is this person?"
More than a dozen members of the ancient martial arts club looked at this stupid young junior in confusion.
"Fight, of course."
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Duan Shuihui sneered, is this kid so eager to be beaten?
Later, when the members of the ancient martial arts club heard that Duan Shuihui was going to compete with a new student, they immediately exclaimed in the martial arts hall!
"Just him? Fighting with senior brother? What a joke!" A girl sneered.
"With this body, if I move the black tiger to take out his heart, he will fall." Several other boys said.
"Don't underestimate him, this kid is not simple."
Wen Qinglan looked at Ning Chen and Duan Shuihui who were standing in the ring, and said quietly: "He defeated the Sanda club by himself. He is a master practitioner."
"so smart?"
The looks of several girls looking at Ning Chen changed.
"Those losers from the Sanda Club!"
"Sanda is nothing, can it compare with our ancient martial arts?"
The boys were dissatisfied.
"Let's see how senior brother teaches him a lesson!"
"I guess he can't even take one of Senior Brother's moves."
at this time.
The auditorium on the second floor of the martial arts gym.
An old man sat holding a staff, quietly looking at the arena below.
"This boy from the Duan family is really getting better and better with practice. He actually competed with a new student without fear of losing his reputation as the Duan family's eighth grade." The old man shook his head.
The Duan family is a wealthy family in Qingzhou. The ancestral "Ba Duan Jin" originated from the Northern Song Dynasty and has a history of more than 800 years. It is a rare body-building kung fu in the world.
At that time, the old man of the Duan family had been training hard for more than sixty years, forgetting to eat and sleep, and was only a little bit close to breaking through the legendary grandmaster. Unfortunately, he died of old age in the end.
With these in mind, the competition below also began.
Duan Shuihui didn't want to bully Ning Chen, so he insisted on giving him three moves.
"It's better that you take action first, otherwise if you lose later, I guess you will probably be unconvinced." Ning Chen was actually too lazy to move.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
In the audience, the members of the ancient martial arts club burst into laughter.
"I haven't met someone as arrogant as you in several years."
Duan Shuihui snorted coldly, feeling angry in his heart.
"It's okay, fists and feet have no eyes, be careful!"
After saying this, he exerted force on his back, and a "crackling!" sound like fried beans exploded from his muscles and bones.
Just by listening to the sound, you can tell how terrifying the power contained in this person is.
"The rooster flutters its feathers and crows its muscles and bones."
Wen Qinglan commented: "It seems that senior brother is angry, and this kid is going to suffer."
"Challenging Senior Brother, aren't you seeking death?" All the senior brothers sneered.
At this time, Duan Shuihui's eyes also changed, becoming fierce and powerful.
His knees sank, and his body shot out like an arrow from the string, and like a leopard rushing towards Ning Chen.
Ordinary people couldn't react at such a speed, but in Ning Chen's eyes, Duan's water flow was as slow as a snail.
"You put on so many poses and made it so awkward, I thought you were in the golden elixir stage."
While Ning Chen was gossiping, he raised his fist and punched it.
To deal with a body-tempering first level, he was really too lazy to use any martial arts.
"Bang!"
This punch accurately hit the door facing the water in the middle, knocking him out.
Two nosebleeds sprayed in the air.
Not only Wen Qinglan and the others, but also the old man holding the stick in the audience stood up suddenly, his eyes widening!
After flying in the air for a second, Duan Shuihui fell out of the ring and hit the ground heavily.
He covered his nose and mouth and screamed.
The ground was covered with blood.
"..."
Everyone was stunned.
Duan Shuiliu, the senior brother of the Ancient Martial Arts Society, was known as the most capable man in Qingzhou University. He was killed instantly with one punch?
"It's boring."
Ning Chen walked off the stage in low spirits and walked straight towards the gate of the martial arts hall.
"Stop!" Wen Qinglan stopped him in panic.
"What's the matter, you want to fight with me too?" Ning Chen glanced at her.
"You...who are you..." Wen Qinglan looked at him blankly, "Are you really a new student in our school?"
"Clinical Class 2, if you don't believe me, go check it out yourself." Ning Chen waved his hand impatiently.
The moment he turned around, a strong wind suddenly hit him!
It's a stream of water!
Unable to accept his failure in public, he launched an attack on Ning Chen again!
"You're addicted to sneak attacks, aren't you?"
Ning Chen got annoyed, turned around, grabbed the sole of Duan Shuihui's kick, and twisted it in the opposite direction!
There was just a crunching sound, and the martial arts hall immediately echoed with Duan Shuihui's shrill scream: "Ahhhh - my foot!!"
"Your foot is broken."
Ning Chen said ruthlessly.
"Big brother, big brother!!"
A group of members of the ancient martial arts club ran up and looked at Duan Shuihui in horror.
Duan Shuiliu was so hurt that he almost cried. He bent down and hugged his feet, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Call an ambulance! Why the hell are you standing still? Call an ambulance! My feet can't be broken!"
"Ning, you wait for me! This matter is not over yet! You are dead!! Ah..."
Everyone quickly dialed the emergency number.
"Well, in this case, no one in Qingda will dare to mess with me anymore."
Ning Chen thought to himself, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the martial arts gym.
Just as he was about to leave the student activity center, the senior student named Wen Qinglan stopped him again, "Wait a minute!"
"What are you doing again?"
Ning Chen turned around impatiently and found that this time there was an old man in a suit beside Wen Qinglan.
The old man was probably in his seventies, holding a rosewood cane, with silver hair all over his hair, and a kind face. He was looking at him with a complicated look.
"Hello, old principal."
"Hello, old principal."
Some students passed by.
Ning Chen heard the names in their mouths and glared at Wen Qinglan speechlessly.
It's really your fault for reporting so quickly!
Wen Qinglan was about to explain something when the old man holding the stick smiled and said: "Haha, I never thought that among the freshmen of Qingzhou University, there is a master with great external strength. I wonder where he came from."
"I'm just an ordinary student." Ning Chen replied.
"Can an ordinary student defeat Xiao Duan with one move?"
The old man holding the staff frowned and said: "My little friend, Xiao Duan just won third place in the youth group of the Jiangnan Provincial Martial Arts Competition. The school has decided to recommend him to the Longhu Martial Arts School!"
"I don't know about the martial arts competition or the Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts School. I just know that he is very good." Ning Chen said truthfully.
"you!"
When Wen Qinglan heard Ning Chen humiliating her senior brother, she was so angry that she wanted to curse.
But when she thought about how her senior brother had just been defeated by a single move and couldn't even defeat a sneak attack, she was speechless.
Where did this person named Ning Chen come from?
"My friend, let's go to my office and talk."
The face of the old man holding the staff became solemn and he said:
"You just broke off a small section of your foot. This matter is much more serious than you think. Without my mediation, your path to martial arts training would probably be cut off."
"In the final analysis, you young people are still too careless in your actions."
