Chapter 137: The Eagle is Hard to Fly
The competition on the second day proceeded in an orderly manner.
However, Chen Jue never met another master of Hua Jin who was proficient in fighting techniques like Li Xiang, and he didn't even meet a master of An Jin. The people who had their turn to fight against him were all ordinary practitioners, and it was already very good for them to know a few tricks of Ming Jin.
The two matches in the morning and one in the afternoon were both decided simply and neatly. Chen Jue then left the venue and returned to his room in the guesthouse to rest. He also moved his Qi and blood and practiced the small and large circulations to stabilize his "Dao heart".
This Taoist inner alchemy technique has the effect of refining qi and transforming the spirit, opening the mind and refreshing the brain, and can subtly change Chen Jue's will.
Although it is not a practice that focuses on cultivating mental willpower, it is more or less useful. The only pity is that this practice lacks certain prerequisites.
Just like practicing Shaolin Kung Fu, you need to hit your body with the corresponding bricks to unlock it.
However, the original text of the exercises for the small and large circulations, including the attribute panel, did not give any direct instructions, which made Chen Yude itchy and he could only bury his head in practicing hard.
By the time the final round of eliminations was over on the morning of the third day, Chen Jue's only opponent was the Shaolin monk Yantong, whom he had met in front of the force measuring machine in the training ground.
After witnessing the competition between Chen Jue and Li Xiang, the monk Yan Tong had already regarded Chen Jue as a super strong rival.
After going back and studying with a few fellow disciples the fighting styles that Chen Jue had displayed in his several appearances, I discovered that in addition to that strange boat-fist grappling technique, this young man seemed to have learned several kinds of horizontal training and a very powerful Tai Chi.
After this analysis, Monk Yantong felt that Chen Jue, a folk master of unknown origin, had unfathomable kung fu skills, so much so that he was already in a state of excitement before he even went on stage.
This is similar to athletes warming up their bodies before a game and staying excited, which allows people to maintain a better competitive state and exert greater strength after entering the court.
"Junior brother! Be careful!" a middle-aged monk warned.
"Got it, Senior Brother. I'll try my best!"
Monk Yantong nodded. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe with his sleeves and trouser legs tied tightly with ropes to prevent himself from being blocked by the wind when making a move. Several Shaolin monks who came were dressed like this.
Monk Yantong chatted in a low voice with several fellow disciples, then slowly walked down the competition circle from the rest area.
Since it was the final and decisive competition, there was no red rope around the venue, and the size of the venue was no longer restricted. Instead, the two contestants were allowed to decide the winner themselves.
At this time, Chen Jue was still wearing casual sportswear and walked off the stage slowly.
Seeing the two people appear, the whole venue fell silent.
After two days of observation, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this Shaolin monk and this dignified boat-fist master both know real kung fu.
Therefore, as soon as the two men appeared on the stage, before they started fighting, everyone in the venue began to hold their breath in silence.
It was a silent atmosphere, coupled with the gazes of hundreds of eyes, it seemed as if the air began to solidify!
Ordinary people would probably get nervous every few seconds under such attention. Only athletes who have experienced major competitions or people with strong willpower can withstand such pressure.
"Amitabha! I'm Yantong from Shaolin Temple, greetings to Master Chen! I hope Master Chen will show mercy later!" Monk Yantong put his palms together and performed the etiquette of a monk. Although he spoke modestly, his eyes flickered with the determination to win.
"No way! Master Yantong, you are too polite!"
"It all depends on our own abilities!" Chen Jue clasped his fists and bowed to the other party, while carefully sizing up the monk Yan Tong.
Monk Yantong was no more than 30 years old, with a fair face and no beard, distinct facial features, and a strong and upright figure under his monk's robes, with sturdy hands and feet. Although he was shorter than Chen Jue, the aura he exuded was filled with an inexplicable confidence.
When the referee announced the start of the competition, the first to take action was Yan Tong, who was wearing a yellow monk's robe!
I saw him take a step, and his figure quickly swept across the wooden floor. When his feet landed, it didn't make any sound like he was stepping on the ground, but like a dragonfly skimming the water, silently, and he jumped four or five meters away.
"The Dragonfly Skimming Water Leaping Technique, one of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills?"
"Wasn't this light Kung Fu technique said to be lost? There are actually monks who can practice it!" Chen Jue has been reading a lot of classic books during this period, and he can recognize the origin of some martial arts at a glance.
In his eyes, Monk Yan Tong's body movements had already reached the essence of the dragonfly skimming the water.
However, although Monk Yantong is fast, Chen Jue is faster than him!
Chen Jue was seen sliding forward, his figure moving up and down like a butterfly flying through flowers, almost circling around the monk Yan Tong, grabbing with one hand, and directly probing the opponent with his perfect golden needle finger skill.
Monk Yan Tong leaned his body almost at a 45-degree angle, and as he passed by Chen Jue at high speed, he clenched his hands into claws, and his fingernails made a crackling sound as if they were bouncing on metal. He used the Qi Guan Long Claw in his Shaolin Dragon Claw to fight against Chen Jue's Golden Needle Finger Technique.
There were a few "pu pu pu" sounds of claws and fingers clashing, and a loud bang filled the air. Everyone on the stage saw that the two people on the field moved as fast as lightning. After a few claw attacks, they passed each other and then separated.
After being caught, Monk Yan Tong only felt his ten fingers go numb, as if what he had scratched with his claws were not human fingers, but iron bars!
But the competition was not over yet. Monk Yantong endured the pain in his fingers, twisted his body, took a deep breath and exhaled a "huh" sound. This was the skill of using Dantian Qi to stimulate Shangqu acupoint in an instant, so that the whole body's strength increased greatly in the next instant. When his whole body was covered with a layer of iron clothes, his ten fingers collapsed, and the dragon shape changed into an eagle shape. He took a step forward and leaped forward again, waving his claws to cover Chen Jue's face.
"Eagle Claw Iron Shirt!"
Chen Jue recognized the monk's change of moves and did not dodge . He stood in a Tai Chi stance, swung his left foot outward, retracted his right foot, and clasped his hands in front of him. His figure was like a curved bow, pressing forward. With both hands swung flat and as fast as lightning, he caught the opponent's eagle claws that were pouncing at him. He sat back, clasped his hands and pulled back, thus deflecting the opponent's pounce.
This is a move in Tai Chi called "Grasping the Bird's Tail". By grasping the bird's tail, it is difficult for the bird to fly.
What's more, Chen Jue's Tai Chi has reached level 4, and he has a strength of several thousand pounds. With this move of his, "Grabbing the Sparrow's Tail", not to mention a sparrow, even the most ferocious eagle would be pinned to the ground and unable to fly!
Seeing that his attack power was dispersed by the opponent, Monk Yantong was about to take a breath and roar, using the subsequent Vajra Lion Roar to interfere with Chen Jue, but Chen Jue's Lan Que Wei was not over yet. While grabbing the opponent's eagle claw, his figure pushed forward again and hit the monk Yantong with a close hip strike. With a bang, the monk Yantong saw stars, and then he pulled his hand back and pushed the Shaolin monk away five or six meters.
The audience on the stage saw it most clearly. In their eyes, the moment Monk Yan Tong threw himself into Chen Jue's arms, within two seconds his whole body flew out like an arrow flying backwards, and then fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.
He was knocked unconscious from the fall, and when he staggered to his feet, he found that both of his arms were swollen. It was obvious that Chen Jue's Tai Chi shaking power had dislocated his shoulders.
"Master! Thank you for your kindness!" Chen Jue saluted in return with a fist, his demeanor transcendent, like a young master.
The fighters watching on the stage, as well as the folk martial artists, burst into unparalleled cheers and applause at the moment the victory or defeat was decided.
Upon seeing this, Monk Yantong showed reluctance in his eyes, and finally sat down on the ground. It was obvious that he had not expected that he would be defeated so thoroughly and lose so quickly.
It was not until several fellow disciples came up and carried him to the infirmary to repair his dislocation that he finally came to his senses and muttered to himself with some regret: "I was obsessed..."
