Chapter 188 - 165: Martial School Alliance Provocation_1

Lu Yan’s life had returned to a routine. Each day, he would cook Martial Food then consume it to harvest bone strength, and elevate his cultivation level.

He figured his Martial Arts were adequate for now, hence he did not use any additional Martial energy.

His primary focus was to raise his cultivation to the Martial Marquis Level Five. Only then would he divert his attention to enhancing his Martial Arts skills.

When he had free time, he would mentor the disciples in his Martial Arts Hall and Wang Lin.

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

A bitter, cold wind blew during the coldest season of the year.

One day, two distressed disciples from the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall arrived at the hall seeking Wen Yuan.

"Senior brother, there’s trouble. Our platform at ’Wuxing Street’ was dismantled by the folks from Martial School Alliance. And the brothers responsible for recruiting disciples were attacked as well," reported the two disciples to Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan, who was roughly around the age of 20, was robust and imposing. With an extraordinary talent and profound cultivation, he had risen to be the eldest disciple in the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall and the leader among his peers.

Moreover, Wen Yuan was generous and sincere, his reputation and respect among the disciples was outstanding.

"What happened? Why did they dismantle our platform? Why did they attack our people?" Wen Yuan frowned.

"Turns out, they were envious because we were attracting more disciples. The count of disciples from all thirteen martial schools in the Martial School Alliance equalled ours. They sneered at us, openly ridiculing that our disciples from Sanjue Martial Arts Hall were incompetents and lacked expert skills. They also mocked that our hall master didn’t really teach the students and that we were a bunch of dummies."

"We couldn’t resist arguing with them, and then a fight broke out...we, we were no match..." a disciple reported.

Wuxing Street was a renowned street in Baicao City. All major Martial Arts Halls set up platforms here during this time of the year. The disciples from the martial schools would spar on these platforms, showcasing their Martial Arts skills in order to attract new students.

Sanjue Martial Arts Hall had an established reputation. There were no restrictions in teaching Martial Arts. The students could have a chance to cultivate first-class Martial Arts as long as they paid for it. They even had the opportunity to eat Martial Food periodically.

With benefits at such a premium, it naturally stood as the first choice for those willing to learn martial arts.

Although the thirteen Marital Arts Halls of the alliance had also relaxed the conditions for imparting Martial Arts like the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, they still couldn’t compete with it.

Ever since Sanjue Martial Arts Hall had left the Martial School Alliance, conflicts between the disciples had become a common occurrence.

But public confrontations and attacks like this one were unprecedented.

Wen Yuan sensed that there was something more to the situation.

Possibly, someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

"Senior brother, you are the strongest among us. Please avenge us."

"Right, they are still mocking us at Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, making people who wanted to join us hesitate."

The two disciples appealed one after the other.

"Fine, I’ll accompany you to see what’s going on. Zhang Shun, notify Steward Li Quan, tell him to inform the Hall Master."

Wen Yuan commanded and headed towards Wuxing Street with one of the disciples.

Lu Yan was practicing his martial arts in the Practice Room when he heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Master, it’s me."

The voice of Li Quan echoed from outside the door.

"Come in," Lu Yan responded.

He suspected there might be an issue. Unless something had happened, Li Quan usually wouldn’t interrupt his practice.

"Master, something’s happened. Our platform on Wuxing Street has been dismantled by people from the Martial School Alliance. They also assaulted our disciples who were recruiting new students. They even claimed that Sanjue Martial Arts Hall isn’t capable of teaching its disciples and that all we’ve taught them is worthless. Wen Yuan has already left for the site," Li Quan reported.

"Aha, so the Martial School Alliance couldn’t resist suppressing us? Who gave them the guts? Li Wenxuan?" Lu Yan’s face turned cold.

"Master, shall we pay a visit?" Li Quan asked.

"Of course, I should. Wen Yuan can hold the ground among the disciples, but if older and stronger challengers show up, we should be there. Let’s go," Lu Yan said and strode out of the hall.

...

Wuxing Street was a wide open space, teeming with people.

Inside, there were two large wooden platforms. One of them belonged to the Martial School Alliance and the other to the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall.

The platform of the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall lay battered while pieces of wood scattered across the ground.

A dozen disciples from the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, helping each other get up and visibly injured, stood on one side, faces pale with exhaustion and blood stains on their lips.

On the opposite side stood a group of about 40 people. Consisting of young people in their twenties and middle aged people in their forties or fifties, they represented the disciples of the Martial School Alliance.

A strong, bulky man in his forties stood in front of the disciples of Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, ridiculing, "And this is your strength? Totally fragile! I’m surprised you guys still have the nerve to go around boasting that the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall is the number one Martial Arts Hall in Baicao City. And that the Master of Sanjue, with his strength, ranks first among all the Hall Masters. With this level of efficiency, you dare to claim the first spot?"

"Exactly, while the Master of Sanjue may be powerful, his skill in teaching disciples is pathetic," another disciple from the Martial School Alliance added.

The disciples of Sanjue Martial Arts Hall were ashamed and outraged.

Since Sanjue Martial Arts Hall left the Martial School Alliance, there have been constant clashes. To build their reputation, the disciples from Sanjue indeed boasted about being the number one Martial Arts Hall and even claimed that the Master of Sanjue was the foremost Hall Master.

"The Hall Master tailors his teachings according to each disciple’s capability and the profoundness of Martial Arts is beyond your comprehension," a bulky young disciple from Sanjue retorted.

"Tailored teachings? Profound Martial Arts? Then why is it producing such dumbs? Isn’t there even a single person capable enough? Power is earned through practice, not by blabbering words," Duan Feng smirked.

"We just lack practice time, you were no different when you were our age," a disciple of Sanjue shot back.

The robust youth reprimanded sternly.

"No means no, even giving you more time wouldn’t change anything. Talking about age? If you have guts, come and fight, show us your true skills."

Duan Feng said coldly.

"I’ll deal with you."

The robust youth retorted angrily.

"Wang Qiang, don’t let him provoke you. You’re not his match. It would be safer to wait for the Senior Brother."

Another disciple from Sanjue Martial Arts Hall advised from the side.

"What? Afraid of taking action? If you don’t have what it takes, continue to hide. Moreover, you guys at Sanjue Martial Arts Hall should shut down your place, you are deceiving people."

Duan Feng shouted.

"This is outrageous. What cannot be tolerated should not be tolerated!"

Wang Qiang’s face turned bright red with anger, he took a big step forward and stood in front of Duan Feng. His Qi-blood circulated and his body turned golden. He threw a punch at Duan Feng.

Wang Qiang was one of the six earliest disciples taught the Vajra Indestructible Skill, apart from Wang Lin and Wen Yuan. Now, he has a cultivation level of limit breaking three times, excellent talent, and ranks second among all disciples, next only to Wen Yuan.

Even though Duan Feng scorned verbally, he didn’t dare to be careless when making his move. He exploded with all his power obtained from four times limit breaking cultivation level. His fists turned pitch black as he exchanged punches with Wang Qiang.

Bang bang...

Over a dozen punches were exchanged between the two.

Duan Feng, the Senior Brother of Divine Fist Martial Arts Hall, has practised martial arts for nearly thirty years. He had reached the Qi-blood overflowing state of breaking four limits. His Flowing Water Divine Fist technique of secondary martial arts had been carefully honed.

However, although Wang Qiang practiced superior martial arts, he had limited experience due to shorter training time. Also, his Qi-blood level was inferior. Coupled with his lack of combat experience, he was gradually losing ground after a dozen moves, suffering a continuous defeat.

Bang!

On the twenty-first move, Duan Feng punched Wang Qiang’s chest, sending him flying backwards and falling onto the ground. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, but due to the powerful defensive force of the Vajra Indestructible Skill, his injuries were not severe.

"He he he, I’ve always said that those taught by the Sanjue Martial Marquis are all nobodies, can’t withstand a single blow. I would warn everyone to never learn martial arts at Sanjue Martial Arts Hall."

Duan Feng taunted.

The surrounding people couldn’t tell who had a higher cultivation level. They could only see who was stronger and nodded in agreement.

"What’s so impressive about defeating Senior Brother Wang Qiang by relying on a higher cultivation realm?"

A disciple from the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall retorted angrily.

"With a low cultivation level, you want to justify yourselves? It’s precisely because you haven’t performed well that your cultivation levels are low."

Duan Feng responded.

"After practicing for decades, this is your realm, give me ten years, and I will trample you under my feet."

The disciple from the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall responded.

"Again wanting to deceive people for ten years, ten years after ten years, when will this end?"

Duan Feng sneered.

"You..."

The disciples from Sanjue Martial Arts Hall were all young and mostly from poor backgrounds, they couldn’t match Duan Feng’s eloquence. Their faces turned red, but they didn’t know how to retort.

"What? If you’re not convinced, just come and challenge me. Apart from Sanjue Martial Marquis, is there anyone else in the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall who can put up a fight?"

Duan Feng continued to taunt.

"I’ll take you on."

At this moment, a resounding powerful voice echoed as two people made their way from the crowd.

One of them was Wen Yuan.

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother is here!"

The spirits of the disciples from Sanjue Martial Arts Hall were immediately buoyed, revealing joy on their faces.

"Are you all okay?"

Wen Yuan first checked the injuries of the disciples and when he confirmed that they were not seriously hurt, he sighed with relief. He stepped in front of Duan Feng and saluted, "Wen Yuan from Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, here to learn from you."

"You are the Senior Brother of Sanjue Martial Arts Hall? Then you should be the strongest disciple?"

Duan Feng asked.

"I merely practiced for a few more years. My junior brothers are far more talented than I am. Under the guidance of our Master, given time, all of them will surely surpass me."

Wen Yuan modestly replied, but at the same time praised his Master and the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall.

"There’s no need to sing praises for Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, let’s compete. Let me see the skill level of the strongest disciple in Sanjue Martial Arts Hall."

Duan Feng commanded.

"No, you should make your move first. Otherwise, I’m afraid you might not get the chance."

Wen Yuan replied very seriously.

Lu Yan, with his swift movements, had arrived and was hiding among the crowd, not revealing himself immediately.

This was an opportunity to train Wen Yuan and others. He wanted to see how Wen Yuan would handle the situation.

After all, flowers grown in a greenhouse won’t go far, they must learn to stand by themselves.

At his words, Lu Yan couldn’t help but smile, this kid, Wen Yuan, was really getting better at talking.

"The Masters of the Thirteen Martial School Alliance have almost all arrived, right?"

Lu Yan’s gaze swept across the crowd.

Even though the Masters of the thirteen martial schools were hiding in the crowd, Lu Yan managed to detect their presence.

"I’d really like to see, what gives you the audacity to provoke me."

A trace of a cold glow flashed in Lu Yan’s eyes.

On the stage, Duan Feng, feeling belittled by Wen Yuan’s remarks, was instantly filled with rage. He activated his Flowing Water Divine Fist and his fists rained down one after another.