Chapter 133 The Invincible Power
Music is a magical art form that can express people's imagination, express people's emotions, and mobilize people's moods.
In our daily life, we usually listen to music as a hobby. For example, we listen to sad songs when we are heartbroken, we go to KTV to warm up our voices when we are happy, we are excited by the majestic BGM when watching movies or TV shows, or we want to listen to a car DJ to cheer ourselves up and resist fatigue when we are tired while driving.
As recorded in the Book of Rites - Book of Music: "All sounds originate from the human heart. The human heart is moved by things, and it is moved by things, so it is expressed in sound."
Chen Jue is now in the atmosphere of a chorus, and his emotions are aroused by the sound.
Originally Chen Jue was a sensitive and introverted person, but now after forming the elixir, he has awakened his divine sense and can perceive the spiritual will of others. Just by humming a few lines, he seemed to see the glorious days when everyone was as powerful as a dragon.
That period of time seemed to be filled with a surging trend and an unstoppable wave of passion.
Compared to the fanatical era with red flags flying that he had sensed from Lin Yuanchao before, the emotion in this song was even stronger. Chen Jue wished he could travel back to that era with the panel to experience this indescribable emotion firsthand.
"Dragons fight in the wild, their blood is dark yellow!"
“This is the voice of all living beings in that era!”
"This song contains an invincible power!"
Chen Jue stared at the flag that had risen to the top and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Even after the singing ended, he couldn't calm down for a long time.
The emotion contained in this song is something that is difficult for people like Chen Jue, who grew up in a peaceful era, to understand.
Just like a long life, if you have not walked through it yourself and experienced it yourself, it is difficult to walk your own path in life just by hearsay, observing others, and imitating others.
The same goes for this feeling!
Having not personally experienced that turbulent era, Chen Jue could only rely on his intuition to observe the will and spirit left by his predecessors in their songs, but he could not understand that invincible power through just one song.
"What a pity... If only the panel could take me back in time..." Chen Jue withdrew his realization with a lingering regret, sat on the chair and began to daydream, muttering, "Where is my own feeling?"
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As soon as the opening ceremony ended, the first day of competition officially began.
The contestants with number plates started to enter one by one. There were ten competition venues in total, and there were 20 people competing on the same stage in one round.
With more than 200 people, it will take half a day to finish their turns. It is an elimination system and the loser will be eliminated directly.
Moreover, these folk martial artists who were invited were selected from all over the country. They are the few masters who have practiced real kung fu among the billions of people.
When these people came on the field to fight, they used all kinds of boxing techniques with ease. The various fighting methods made everyone in the venue exclaim in excitement.
Chen Jue was so immersed in the overwhelming emotion he felt from the previous song that he only came to his senses when his number 113 was announced.
After leaving the arena, Chen Jue walked slowly into the competition area surrounded by red ropes. He took a look at his opponent, who turned out to be a Taoist with a bun on his hair.
The Taoist was wearing a white training suit. He had a thin face, long hair and a beard, but his physique beneath the suit was tall and strong. It was obvious that he had practiced internal martial arts to a certain level.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! I am Master Liu from the Wudang Sect. Please give me some advice!" The Taoist bowed and was also looking at Chen Jue.
Liu Shiqing discovered that the young man in front of him, who seemed to be in a loose state, actually had a transcendent temperament upon closer inspection. He had fair and tender skin, a rosy complexion, and a strong and sturdy physique under his sportswear.
I didn't notice him in the crowd before because there were so many people in the venue, and Chen Juejiedan had an introverted temperament, so it was difficult for ordinary people to notice him if they didn't pay attention.
But things were different when he was on the court. It was like Chen Jue let go of his restrained temperament and exposed himself under the opponent's eyes.
"Wen City An County Boat Fist, I'm Chen Jue! Taoist Liu, please come in!" Chen Jue returned the salute. He had learned many different martial arts, including Shaolin, Wudang and Jianghu Henglian Kung Fu, but the foundation was the Boat Fist, so he introduced himself as a practitioner of the Boat Fist.
Moreover, Chen Jue came here this time with the intention of taking first place. Although it was just a formality for him, Chen Jue also wanted to promote the reputation of the boat fist a little bit. By making the boat fist famous among all the masters, he could repay the kindness of Master Li Xiangning for teaching him the skills.
"Shipfist?"
"Can such an unpopular martial art produce a master?"
Liu Shiqing muttered to himself for a moment, and when he saw the referee signaling the start of the competition, he squatted down, sank his qi into his dantian, and his feet waded across the ground like a dragon. He danced his arms, creating a circle of explosive power in front of him, and his hands, like claws but not claws, and like fists but not fists, covered Chen Jue.
Chen Jue recognized that this was the Wudang sect's secret Taiyi Youlong Fist. When combined with the Youlong Fist, one of the 36 Wudang skills, one could train one's fingers to have extraordinary strength, and perform the moves smoothly. One could use one's fists to hit the flesh when advancing, and use one's fingers to press the acupuncture points when retreating. His methods were extremely sophisticated.
However, this Kung Fu contains the dragon form. For Chen Jue, a master who has grasped the essence of the dragon form, although the Taoist's moves were swift and powerful, they were full of flaws in his eyes.
Chen Jue was seen standing in the Eight Immortals Post, not dodging, allowing the opponent's fists and claws to cover his body. He then swung his arms around, and his attack speed was faster than the opponent's Dragon Claws, as if taking advantage of a gap. He blocked the opponent's fists with his arms, and then hugged the opponent inwards. This was the close-range grappling technique of Xiao Baxian's Boat Fist.
The last time he used this killer move was when he competed with Lin Yuanchao in the park, but Chen Jue held back and didn't keep up with the opponent's attack.
This time, while Chen Jue was entangled with the other party, his throat rolled and he laughed loudly.
Although he had held back most of his strength in this laugh, his loud laughter was like a bomb dropped out of nowhere, and the entire venue was filled with laughter, with the lingering sound lingering in the air.
The warriors watching in their seats, as well as the masters who had not yet entered the arena, were all startled by Chen Jue's sudden laughter. They thought that the host had forgotten to turn off the microphone, and everyone's attention was drawn to him!
Liu Shiqing, who was closest to him, felt a buzzing in his ears and a daze in his brain. A wave of laughter came towards him, making his tears and snot flow. His ears were aching. Before he could react, Chen Jue hugged him and threw him out of the red line.
When masters compete, victory or defeat is decided in a split second. Moreover, Chen Jue has mastered martial arts to the point of being an immortal. It is natural that he can decide the outcome with just one move when facing a Wudang Taoist who has not even developed the hidden power.
"Master! Thank you for your concession!" Chen Jue clasped his fists towards Liu Shiqing, then quickly left the venue following the referee's decision, waiting for the second round of elimination competition in the afternoon.
He defeated the enemy with this move, laughed loudly and shook the whole place, and then left gracefully, leaving a very deep impression on everyone present. They were all discussing privately where this folk master No. 113 came from.
Liu Shiqing, who had finally reacted, was supported by his fellow disciples who had come up. He felt dizzy and his steps were weak. He went down the stage and sat in his seat in a daze, probably doubting about his life.
"Shi Qing, are you okay?"
"The grappling technique that guy just used was so weird! He even changed it with a sound similar to our secret lion's roar. Even we on the sidelines were scared!" Several Taoists came over to comfort him and help check.
There is a similar sound-strike technique in Wudang's secret kung fu, called the Golden Lock Lion's Roar. Shaolin Temple also has a Vajra Lion's Roar technique, which is similar to the Fei Yan Zou Ji technique that Chen Jue practiced before. They are both kung fu with similar names, and it is unknown who copied whom.
However, there are very few people who can practice the Golden Lock Lion's Roar, and its power is extremely limited. It is on the verge of being lost, and it is impossible to compare with the power of Chen Jue's voice. At most, it can be used to practice qi and strengthen the lungs.
Fortunately, most of these Wudang Taoists are proficient in medicine , so it is no problem for them to treat some injuries. After a round of examination, they found that Liu Shiqing was not seriously injured, just had a slight concussion, so they did not bother the doctors waiting in the venue.
"I'm fine... I just lost too quickly... I felt like I had practiced martial arts for more than ten years, but it was all useless like a pig. I've brought shame to Wudang." Liu Shiqing took a few breaths and sat for a long time before he felt the tinnitus was slightly better.
The monk Yan Tong, who had secretly competed with Chen Jue in the stands to test his boxing strength, and several other Shaolin monks who were sitting there, all looked solemn after seeing Chen Jue win the competition in a lightning speed.
Because many of them had privately communicated and exchanged ideas with the masters of the Wudang Sect, and they all knew the martial arts of Taoist Master Liu Qing.
Defeating the opponent in one encounter should be difficult for these Shaolin monks.
“Junior brother! If you face this man, you must be careful of his strange sounds, and that close-range grappling move is also extremely wrong.” A Shaolin monk reminded.
"Don't worry, brother! I will use the King Kong Lion's Roar to defend myself!"
"But his grappling technique is quite strange. I have never seen it before. We have to be careful when facing him ." Monk Yantong nodded slightly and began to pay more attention to Chen Jue, a potential opponent whom he had met once.
