I Can Replicate Martial Arts

The Fist Force, carrying dense True Qi, shot out like a cannonball—its power was staggering.

’This is far more powerful than the Seven Injuries Fist used by the Kongtong Five Elders in Yitian from my past life.’

"Daoist Yu, this young friend’s Martial Arts are quite impressive. But why must he clash with Daoist Lin? If Daoist Lin were to accidentally lose control and injure him, it would be an unfortunate affair."

The bald Shaolin monk at his side said suggestively.

Daoist Yu knew Zhao Rui was capable, but he hadn’t realized his Qingcheng Martial Arts had become this formidable.

He assumed it was something Elder Ge had taught him.

He was stunned, but also felt a pang of regret. ’If only Elder Ge hadn’t been so bound by the old ways and had returned to Qingcheng, none of this would be happening today.’

As for the fight in the Martial Arts Arena, he knew Zhao Rui had other skills at his disposal. Even if he couldn’t win, he would be perfectly fine.

Thus, he declared in a booming voice, "The Qingcheng Sword Sect has a legacy spanning nearly a thousand years. Though our influence may have waned, we still have our principles."

"There is justice in this world. Daoist Lin is a premier disciple of Kongtong. Surely he wouldn’t stoop to bullying the young or using his strength to oppress the weak, would he?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd fell silent, turning their heads to look at the center of the platform.

No amount of words could substitute for raw power.

It was time to let their fists and feet do the talking.

"Seven Injuries Fist copy progress: thirty percent!"

"Seven Injuries Fist copy progress: fifty percent!"

The two fought furiously on the platform. True Qi surged and Force radiated outwards, their figures seeming to cover every inch of the vast Martial Arts Arena.

Zhao Rui threw a whip kick, followed by a knee strike, but all of his painstakingly executed techniques were effortlessly neutralized by Lin Han’s Seven Injuries Fist.

’This Lin Han is truly powerful. I’ve already switched between five or six different Qingcheng Martial Arts, and I can barely defend myself.’

’It can’t be helped. The Qingcheng Martial Arts I copied from that group of novice Daoists really aren’t that great.’

Lin Han saw that his opponent’s Power was substantial, but his techniques were nothing special. Realizing he could capture him if the fight dragged on, he couldn’t help but sneer, "And here I was, thinking Qingcheng Martial Arts were so formidable! Turns out they’re nothing special!"

Hearing his arrogant boast, Zhao Rui glanced at the system panel. The copying progress was still thirty percent from completion.

He said nothing and continued to stall for time, engaging him with Qingcheng Martial Arts.

They fought for over another half an hour, but the outcome remained undecided.

Zhao Rui remained on the defensive, his techniques barely managing to block the attacks. Several times, he was nearly struck by the Seven Injuries Fist.

But even so, Lin Han simply couldn’t take him down.

The spectators were all masters of the Martial Dao, and seeing this, their opinion of Lin Han couldn’t help but drop a notch.

’None of the Martial Arts Zhao Rui is using are particularly advanced.’

’And you still can’t take him down? Yet you dare call yourself one of the Three Young Masters of Kongtong!’

Growing impatient, Lin Han unleashed a sudden combo to force Zhao Rui back. Then he leaped into the air, gathered his strength, stomped his foot, and threw a punch.

The afterimages of his fist multiplied, splitting into seven distinct forms, each seeming to carry an Exotic True Qi.

It moved as fast as lightning, reaching Zhao Rui in the blink of an eye.

Slightly startled, Zhao Rui had to change techniques and use the Seven-Star Palm Force, splitting it into seven palms to block the opponent’s fist.

The moment their fist and palm met, seven inexplicable emotions instantly surged from the point of contact into Zhao Rui’s consciousness.

"Joy, anger, worry, contemplation, sorrow, fear, and shock!"

Zhao Rui’s heart skipped a beat. ’So the True Intent of the Seven Injuries Fist is the seven human emotions. Unlike the version from my past life that damaged internal organs, this one directly attacks a person’s Divine Soul and passions.’

’Damn! This is on a whole other level. No wonder he’s so arrogant—he’s got the skills to back it up!’

’But it’s a shame he ran into me!’

Unfazed, Zhao Rui guarded his mind. The Charm Immortal Technique activated automatically to protect him, and without even needing to deploy his two Heavenly Demon Techniques, it neutralized the sevenfold Spirit Shock outside his Divine Soul.

’Trying to beat a Demon at a game of emotions and desires? You clearly have no idea what a Celestial Demon does!’

Although he had defended with ease, the Seven Injuries Fist had not finished copying. Zhao Rui had to keep up the act.

He immediately staggered, his body swaying slightly as if he were enduring some kind of pain.

A complex expression flickered in his eyes.

"Once struck by my Seven Injuries Fist, all seven of your emotions will be wounded. Without my Kongtong Secret Technique for healing, you will be left with a wound on your very soul. A light injury will damage your Divine Soul; a severe one will throw your mind into chaos, turning you into a useless cripple."

Seeing his attack had taken effect, Lin Han stopped in his tracks, shook out his robes, and announced loudly.

The spectators frowned upon seeing this.

’Since when did the Seven Injuries Fist have this kind of power?’

No wonder Lin Han was so fearless, willing to stick his neck out in front of all the other sects.

He had clearly come prepared.

’When did Kongtong learn such an exotic art? I must report this to Uncle Master Liao Jing as soon as possible.’

The Emei Master glanced at Bai Xuening beside her, secretly thankful. ’Fortunately, Mount Emei’s destiny is flourishing, producing an endless stream of outstanding disciples.’

"Daoist Yu, I think we should stop this pointless duel,"

a Wudang Taoist from a fellow Daoist Sect advised as he glanced at Yu Zhengnan.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Yu Zhengnan’s eyes. Seeing that Zhao Rui hadn’t even used the Five Thunders Celestial Heart Technique or the Thunderbolt Sword Technique, he couldn’t tell if Zhao Rui was truly at his limit.

Just then, a message was suddenly transmitted into his ear.

"I’m fine. Have a Daoist Child bring me a Peach Wood Sword. Today, I’m going to give this fellow from Kongtong a proper wake-up call!"

The voice was clearly Zhao Rui’s.

Daoist Yu’s heart leaped with joy, and he quickly whispered an instruction to the Daoist beside him.

Then he stood tall, calmly waiting to see what would happen next.

"What bullshit Seven Injuries Fist! I refuse to believe this crap!"

In the Martial Arts Arena, Zhao Rui let out a roar of feigned anger and continued to attack Lin Han with wild abandon.

But his techniques were now a chaotic mess.

Lin Han dodged contemptuously, casually batting his attacks aside.

But Zhao Rui remained relentless.

Slightly angered, Lin Han once again used the Seven Injuries Fist, striking at Zhao Rui with the seven strange types of True Qi.

"Seven Injuries Fist copy progress: ninety-eight percent!"

"Seven Injuries Fist copy progress: one hundred percent! Advancement Points +1!"

The system’s notification for a successful Martial Arts copy echoed in Zhao Rui’s mind.

"The Peach Wood Sword is here!"

Just then, Yu Zhengnan took the Peach Wood Sword from the Daoist Child and tossed it into the arena.

Zhao Rui laughed, leaped into the air, and snatched the Peach Wood Sword.

Lin Han was slightly stunned.

He then heard Zhao Rui laugh, sword in hand. "We of Qingcheng are mainly Daoist cultivators. Our Martial Arts are indeed not that great, but catching a few monsters or exorcising a few demons? That’s well within our abilities."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, you don’t mind if I use a Peach Wood Sword, do you? Don’t worry, it’s not sharpened!"

Hearing this, Lin Han sneered, "It seems I’ve underestimated you! Don’t even mention a Peach Wood Sword; what would I have to fear even if it were the Autumn Water Longevity Sword!"

At these words, the Emei Master’s brow furrowed. She now had a very poor opinion of this Lin Han from Kongtong.

’If you want to run your mouth, then run your mouth. Why drag our Emei Divine Sword into it!’

"Fine! Then I’ll let you witness the demon-slaying and devil-subduing power of my Qingcheng Sword Sect!"

Zhao Rui’s eyes snapped open. Calm and focused, he chanted, "By the glorious might of the heavens, I command the thunder! All celestial thunder, heed my call! Go!"

As he recited the Thunder-Attracting Technique and performed the Thunder Prayer Step, Zhao Rui thrust the Peach Wood Sword straight at Lin Han.

"You’ve got some nerve!"

Lin Han snorted and unleashed the True Intent of the Seven Injuries Fist.

One punch became seven afterimages—the seven emotions and seven injuries—instantly transforming into seven streams of True Qi that rushed toward Zhao Rui.

’This time, I’ll definitely damage his Divine Soul and turn him into a drooling idiot,’ Lin Han thought, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Just then, a bolt of thunder erupted from the tip of the Peach Wood Sword pointing at him, striking his Seven Injuries Fist head-on.

"How is that possible?"

Lin Han felt his fist go numb as the seven menacing streams of True Intent were instantly shattered and dissipated by the lightning.

"Take that!"

Having landed a successful blow, Zhao Rui immediately executed his Thunderbolt Swordsmanship and attacked Lin Han.

Bolts of Thunder Power crackled along the sword’s blade, their sound echoing throughout the Martial Arts Arena.

Terrified, Lin Han hastily executed his Body Technique to dodge, not daring to face the assault head-on.

But no matter how fast he was, he was no match for Zhao Rui. In just a moment, Zhao Rui caught up to him and delivered a sound thrashing with a series of electrified thrusts.

"Amitabha Buddha. Forgive and forget,"

Just then, the bald monk from Shaolin threw the Beads in his hand. Dozens of Buddha Beads flew out, targeting the vital points on the front of Zhao Rui’s body.

Zhao Rui’s eyes turned cold. Seeing the ferocity of the Buddha Beads, he had no choice but to halt his attack and dodge.

The bald monk put his palms together, and the Buddha Beads instantly shot back like shooting stars, re-forming around his wrist.