Chapter 1181: Chapter 741: Duel of the Gods
A hundred miles from the Magic Capital, in the martial arts training hall on the forty-third floor of the Fengming Building in Jiangzhou City, a man and a woman are dueling in practice.
The man is a middle-aged male in his forties or fifties, with a standard square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and full lips. Standing over 1.8 ters tall with a burly fra, he projects the image of an upright and unyielding person at first glance.
Sparring with the man is a woman in her early twenties, dressed in practice clothes. She possesses an exceptionally perfect figure, possibly due to regular exercise, with firm and smooth muscles on her forearms. Her gaze is resolute, her movents crisp and fluid, leaving a faint afterimage with every attack. A crisp sound of air tearing accompanies the movent of her fair palms, indicating her extraordinary strength.
The pair’s duel shows great familiarity, clearly having morized each other’s moves. However, a close observation reveals that no matter how fierce the woman’s attacks are, the square-faced man neutralizes them effortlessly. The middle-aged man is mostly defensive, rarely striking, and despite the woman’s varied offensive stances, she never manages to touch his clothes. The disparity in their abilities is starkly evident.
Growing tired from the lengthy assault, the woman in the white practice attire flips backward to create distance from the man and sharply exhorts. Then, suddenly, an incredibly powerful force bursts forth from her entire body, propelling her like an arrow toward the man.
This attack by the woman clearly involves so unique secret technique, enhancing her speed and strength by at least a third compared to before. Her fist, accompanied by a loud tearing sound, could create a large hole in a wall. An ordinary person struck by this punch would likely be sent flying several ters and suffer broken ribs from the imnse force.
But the middle-aged man facing her is no ordinary person. Confronted with her full-powered strike, he effortlessly shifts his position with his right hand and wraps her fist, which carries the force of the wind, in his palm. With a gentle retraction of his arm, a continuous, supple force guides her fist. By the ti her full-powered punch lands on the man, it has lost all its lethality.
Having easily dissolved the woman’s deadly attack, the middle-aged man does not press his advantage. Instead, he slowly speaks up:
“Qin Ning, let’s stop here for today!”
The woman addressed as Qin Ning imdiately appears deflated upon hearing this, then begins to gasp for air deeply.
Her last attack was a complete expenditure of her potential, barely reaching the threshold of a mid-level A-grade. It was her trump card; if that strike didn’t resolve the fight, she would have had to concede defeat willingly, as she would be utterly devoid of any strength to continue.
“Circulate your True Qi and nurture your vitality. Rember, never cease the operation of the True Qi within your body at any ti. Only by doing so can you keep growing stronger.”
Seeing the young woman panting and halting the flow of True Qi within her, the middle-aged man imdiately reminds her decisively.
The woman nad Qin Ning clearly holds great respect for him. Despite being utterly drained and lacking the strength even to move a finger, she heeds his warning, mustering her powerful determination to keep the True Qi, like a small stream, flowing within her body.
Minutes later, as the True Qi continuously revitalizes her ridians, Qin Ning regains so strength from her exhausted state. She barely manages to pull herself up from the ground and, after a mont’s hesitation, she cautiously asks the incredibly strong middle-aged man before her:
“Master, am I eligible to participate in the World’s Number One Martial Arts Tournant this year? You’ve always said I was too young and not strong enough. But now that I’ve advanced to A-grade and can even rival an average mid-level A-grade Martial Artist with my unique Cultivation Technique, I guarantee I can win a gold dal for you if you allow to participate.”
Qin Ning’s face brims with hope, while the middle-aged man, sitting cross-legged and circulating his True Qi, breathes gently without opening his eyes. He speaks slowly:
“Qin Ning, although you possess natural talent and formidable strength, rember there is always soone stronger out there, and there are skies beyond our skies.
You must understand, Jiangzhou City is very small. Just because you can win the youth division martial arts championship in Jiangzhou City does not an you are invincible in the world. Although the world’s deadliest Masters are those known to the public, there are still many powerful figures who stay hidden.
This World’s Number One Martial Arts Tournant aims to promote martial arts and attract these reclusive masters. Not only is the prize money substantial, but the champion will also earn the title of ‘World’s Number One Martial Artist.’ As a re A-grade Martial Artist like yourself, it is doubtful you would even pass the preliminaries.”
The woman nad Qin Ning, hearing herself being belittled by her master as insignificant, can’t help but pout slightly.
Qin Ning, who is just in her twenties, has already reached the level of an A-grade Martial Artist at such an age, which is a testant to her top-tier talent and willpower. And in the recent martial arts competition in Jiangzhou City, she easily won first place.
It’s worth noting that although she is an A-grade Martial Artist, her rival for the championship was rely a peak C-grade Martial Artist, not even a B-grade Martial Artist.
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