Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

The double fists swung out, resembling the powerful fall of stars from the ninth heaven,

Seeing this move by Meng Xing, Lin Chen’s eyes brightened, and he raised his right palm with a soft utterance: "Seventh Palm!"

This palm strike, Lin Chen held nothing back!

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Bam!

Outside the courtyard, everyone listening to the sounds from within could guess how intense the battle inside was at that moment.

"Senior Brother Meng will definitely win."

The eyes of Fu Ze and Zheng Fan from the Lingxiao Martial Arts Academy were filled with anticipation. They knew how strong Senior Brother Meng was, and to them, Lin Chen might be invincible in the Opening Acupoints Realm, but he was certainly not a match for Senior Brother Meng in the Refining Viscera Realm.

In contrast, the disciples of the Canglan Martial Arts Academy had worried expressions on their faces, knowing that Lingxiao came prepared, especially this Meng Xing, who dared to challenge Senior Brother Lin, he must have confidence.

From the sounds of battle, it seemed fiercely contested, making it really difficult to say what the outcome might be.

Fang Zhan looked towards Xiao Yaojin beside him: "Why is Senior Brother Lin taking so long? This is unusual, could it be that Meng Xing has really made such rapid progress in these two months?"

Xiao Yaojin squinted his eyes, an action often done by Senior Brother Lin. Over the past two months, he too had been influenced by Senior Brother Lin, adopting this mannerism whenever he contemplated.

"Senior Brother Lin has a modest disposition, you should understand."

Hearing Xiao Yaojin’s words, Fang Zhan suddenly understood, grasping what Xiao Yaojin meant.

Senior Brother Lin liked to leave others a bit of dignity and usually would not fight with all his might from the start. Fang Zhan and Xiao Yaojin, having sparred with Senior Brother Lin many times, had gotten used to his style.

In every encounter, Senior Brother Lin seemed to narrowly win, yet when they significantly improved, thinking they could defeat him that time, they would find themselves beaten thoroughly again by Senior Brother Lin.

Afterwards, the two would strive to train harder and once again catch up to Senior Brother Lin, only to have Senior Brother Lin narrowly win another round.

Over these two months, Fang Zhan and Xiao Yaojin both knew well that Senior Brother Lin was giving them face, holding back his strength during their sparring.

So in the courtyard, was Senior Brother Lin also holding back against Meng Xing to enact another narrow victory scene?

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Thirty breaths later, the courtyard finally calmed down.

Everyone was eagerly watching the courtyard gate, desperate to know the result.

Ten breaths later.

The gate opened, and Meng Xing’s figure appeared at the entrance.

At the sight of Meng Xing, Fu Ze and Zheng Fan’s faces lit up with excitement; indeed, it was Senior Brother Meng who had won.

The faces of the Canglan Martial Arts Academy’s disciples darkened. Could it be that Senior Brother Lin indeed lost?

Meng Xing glanced at the pairs of eyes staring intensely at him at the entrance, understanding why Senior Brother Lin allowed the sparring to happen privately in the courtyard.

This was to let him save face.

Thinking of this, Meng Xing turned back, earnestly cupping his fists in salute: "Meng Xing thanks Senior Brother Lin for his guidance. Should I gain anything in the future, I will remember Senior Brother’s instruction today."

In this battle, although he was being beaten the whole time, he learned from Senior Brother Lin what "martial virtue" truly meant.

Even though he came to provoke, Senior Brother Lin not only gave him a chance to show his skills during the fight, but also conducted the battle privately. For these two reasons alone, he earned the title of "Senior Brother."

He finally understood why Fang Zhan and Xiao Yaojin chose to come to the Canglan Martial Arts Academy.

Unfortunately, he was already a disciple of the Lingxiao Martial Arts Academy.

As Meng Xing said this, the place was in an uproar.

The disciples of the Canglan Martial Arts Academy immediately erupted in cheers.

Just before Meng Xing entered the courtyard, he was quite arrogant and unwilling to call Lin Chen "Senior Brother"; yet now, he took the initiative to do so, which spoke volumes.

"Junior Brother Meng, you are too kind, I did not provide any guidance."

Lin Chen’s figure also appeared before the group, waving his hand with a smile: "I merely won narrowly."

At the words "won narrowly," the corners of Fang Zhan and Xiao Yaojin’s mouths twitched simultaneously; here came Senior Brother Lin again.

But Meng Xing shook his head: "Senior Brother Lin, you don’t need to save face for me. The gap in strength between us is vast, a defeat is a defeat."

The Meng family rules were to match words with deeds, and Meng Xing could not lie for the sake of dignity.

He might have lost, but he would lose gracefully.

"Senior Brother Lin, Junior Brother will take his leave first."

Having said this, Meng Xing left, and Fu Ze and Zheng Fan quickly followed; since even Senior Brother Meng lost, they naturally wouldn’t stay to be humiliated by the disciples of the Canglan Martial Arts Academy.

"Everyone disperse now."

Seeing everyone still gathered there, Lin Chen announced with a smile.

The disciples of the Canglan Martial Arts Academy began to leave, intent on sharing the news with the other absent fellow disciples.

What about the Lingxiao Martial Arts Academy?

And what about Meng Xing?

They still lost at Lin Chen’s hands, and by Meng Xing’s own admission, a crushing defeat at that.

"Senior Brother Lin, you are too kind; for someone like Meng Xing, you should have ended it in a few moves," Fang Zhan muttered.

Hearing this, Lin Chen’s face turned a bit colorful; this time he truly did not hold back.

It was simply because he underestimated Junior Brother Meng’s resilience; the only reason he held on was because Junior Brother Meng could really endure a beating.

Meng Xing was the most resilient person he had come across, to the point he suspected whether Meng Xing also practiced some Body Tempering Cultivation Technique.

"By the way, did this Junior Brother Meng practice Horizontal Training?" Lin Chen asked curiously.

"Horizontal Training?" Fang Zhan didn’t expect Lin Chen to ask this, after thinking for a moment he replied: "No, I haven’t heard of any impressive Horizontal Training from the Meng family."

"The Meng family might not have Horizontal Training, but they do have a particular Blood Exchange Secret Technique which lets one endure damage for a short period without affecting their strength; the cost of which is bed rest afterward, the duration depends on the depth of the damage endured."

Xiao Yaojin spoke quietly; he realized that it wasn’t Lin Chen holding back, but Meng Xing resorting to use a secret technique.

It seems people might not see Meng Xing around for the next few days.