Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

Chapter 124: Chapter 23: Lin Chen: Please Give Me a Chance, Junior Brother Fei

Let Senior Brother Lin misunderstand if he wants to misunderstand.

”Senior Brother Fu, is Senior Brother Fu here?”

A voice came from the dormitory entrance. Fu Ang apologized to Lin Chen and stepped out, but returned after just a few moments.

”Senior Brother Lin, there are two martial artists from Yanshan County over at the Martial Arts Garden, they’re students from Yanshan County Martial Arts Hall this year, and they’re preparing to challenge the new students of each major martial arts hall. Senior Brother Gu and the others have already headed over; do you want to come along and watch the excitement?”

”People from Yanshan County Martial Arts Hall are here?”

Lin Chen was a bit surprised. With the two counties scheduled to compete in two months, Yanshan County Martial Arts Hall sending students to challenge Poyang County Martial Arts Hall students now could mean only two things.

The first is to gauge our strength, the second is that they have absolute confidence in their own abilities and want to undermine the confidence of Poyang County Martial Arts Hall students in advance.

”Sure, let’s go take a look.”

Seeing Lin Chen agree, Fu Ang’s face showed a hint of happiness. Although Senior Brother Lin’s realm is no longer the highest, his mastery of the Clear Wind Palm is still very intimidating.

The two left the martial arts hall and, halfway to their destination, stopped at an incense shop when Lin Chen paused.

”Please wait a moment, Junior Brother Fu.”

Fu Ang watched as Lin Chen entered the incense shop and came out holding a mask, unsure of what to say.

They used to wear masks when challenging at the Martial Arts Garden to save face in case they lost and to avoid revealing their identity to prevent being targeted before the competition.

But now that the martial arts hall tournaments are over and the next challenge is against Yanshan County Martial Arts Hall students, wearing a mask seems unnecessary.

”Just a habit.”

Seeing the confusion in Fu Ang’s eyes, Lin Chen didn’t offer much explanation as he mainly intended to observe this time and not to take action.

”Then I’ll wear one too.”

Fu Ang thought for a moment, then also entered the incense shop to buy a mask and put it on.

Lin Chen glanced at Fu Ang’s large frame...

He thought Fu Ang really didn’t need to wear a mask.

Martial Arts Garden!

Today, it was very lively.

Since the end of last month’s martial arts hall competition, the arena at the Martial Arts Garden had been rather quiet, but today, with students from Yanshan County Martial Arts Hall challenging the local martial arts hall students, students from various major martial arts halls, upon hearing the news, flocked to the Martial Arts Garden.

When Lin Chen and Fu Ang arrived at the Martial Arts Garden’s arena, the attention of all onlookers was focused on the fifth platform.

On the fifth platform, a battle was currently in progress.

Lin Chen looked on with his eyes and saw Gale Martial Arts Hall’s Zhang Qing battling a young man he didn’t recognize.

Zhang Qing’s legs created afterimages on the platform, and the students from various martial arts halls below cheered in applause.

At that moment, distinctions between martial arts halls disappeared, and everyone united against the martial artists from Yanshan County.

”Senior Brother Lin!”

Lin Chen hadn’t been watching the platform for long when Lu Yongfeng and the others spotted him.

Even now, as he has gained some fame, Lin Chen wasn’t willing to spend much on his attire, still wearing the clothes given by Junior Brother Cheng.

”Senior Brother Lin, who do you think will win this match?” Zhao Jingchuan asked.

”Zhang Qing is likely to lose.”

Lin Chen’s eyes were locked on the two figures on the platform. Despite the overwhelming appearance of Zhang Qing’s leg techniques, the Gale Leg was performed impressively.

Precisely because of this, he believed Zhang Qing would lose.

Zhang Qing had already given his all but only maintained a visual advantage—not translating into actual harm to the opponent.

Having exerted himself fully without harming the opponent, Zhang Qing would likely face a counterattack once his energy wanes.

”I’ve already seen the Gale Leg, just so-so!”

Just after Lin Chen made his prediction, an arrogant voice came from the platform, and the next moment, the myriad leg shadows disappeared, causing many students to let out exclamations as they saw the situation on the platform.

On the platform, Zhu Tao’s right hand turned into a claw, precisely grabbing Zhang Qing’s thigh, delivering a sharp yank.

At the moment Zhang Qing’s right leg was gripped, his expression changed, showing panic, and immediately thought of retreating, but Zhu Tao’s claw-like grip was as sharp as an eagle’s, piercing directly into his thigh muscle.

The bone-piercing pain contorted Zhang Qing’s face, and with a sweeping motion of his left leg, he attempted to force Zhu Tao to release his hand, but Zhu Tao’s left hand quickly and accurately struck, piercing Zhang Qing’s left calf.

Succeeding twice, Zhu Tao displayed a look of triumph, the veins in his arms bulging as he applied more force.

”Stop!”

Witnessing this scene, Song Yu and others at the edge of the platform panicked, seeing Zhu Tao’s ruthless moves, knowing if his claws pierced through Zhang Qing’s legs, Zhang Tao wouldn’t recover for several months.

”In platform battles, if neither side admits defeat, then the battle doesn’t stop. Your Poyang County should understand this principle better than we do, right?”

On the other side of the platform, a young man spoke indifferently. He knew what Zhu Tao was aiming for: forcing Zhang Qing to admit defeat.

In platform battles, being knocked out of the platform and losing implies inadequacy in strength, but to admit defeat voluntarily on the platform is a disgrace.

Especially as the two counties are about to face off. If Zhang Qing admits defeat, it would severely dampen the morale of the Poyang County martial artists.

”Zhang Qing, admit defeat!”

Fei Hong looked solemnly at Zhang Qing, whose face showed reluctance but understood if he didn’t concede, his legs wouldn’t recover for months, missing the county battle.