The news of the martial arts competition spread quickly across the training grounds, and everyone was eager to participate.
Being in the Ming Martial Hall, besides the Little Purple Sun Formula, they all practiced top-tier martial arts suited to themselves, each with unique skills.
In terms of cultivation, Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan were the strongest, followed by the eighteenth prince, Chu Mingxuan, and now possibly Chu Zhiyuan.
However, they were all in the Houtian realm, so there was no realm suppression. Victory or defeat depended on their performance on the spot. Sometimes, a single misstep could determine the outcome.
This time you win, next time I might win. Everyone has a chance to win the championship, and it's rare for anyone to win it consecutively.
Therefore, they were not convinced by each other and wanted to show their skills and win the championship in one fell swoop.
Chu Zhiyuan held a book, shaking his head and smiling.
He had already figured out the temperament of these princes and sons.
Although they were born into wealth and lived in the imperial palace, the world's largest arena of fame and fortune, it was not as full of intrigue as he had imagined.
After all, they were young, full of vigor, and at an age of competitiveness. This kind of nature could not be suppressed.
Especially the eighteenth prince, Chu Mingxuan, who loved excitement the most.
This time, he wanted to weigh his own worth, and everyone else was the same. They all wanted to see what kind of stuff they were made of.
This would also determine their attitude towards him in the future.
So it was best to subdue them.
......
After flipping through some of the top-tier and second-tier secret manuals, Chu Zhiyuan stopped reading them and instead focused on the martial arts notes.
These martial arts notes seemed profound and even nonsensical to others.
Because of his extrasensory perception, his understanding of the world was clear and profound, his observation of himself was meticulous, and his feelings about the martial arts notes were completely different.
In just half a day, he felt that he had opened a door and seen a new world.
He had an unprecedentedly deep understanding of martial arts, the world, and himself.
These were depths that he could hardly reach on his own. If it weren't for the accumulation of tens of thousands of years of wisdom, it would be difficult to achieve with just one person's knowledge.
Once cognition changes, the state of mind is different, and the world is different.
The deeper the understanding of the same move, the more fully one can comprehend the wonders of each style, and the more flexible and free it becomes to use, just right and exquisitely.
Cultivation also becomes twice as effective with half the effort, and progress is rapid.
In a short period of time, he had different insights into the Little Purple Sun Formula, the Jade Lock Golden Gate Formula, the Horizon咫尺步, and the Great Avalanche Sword Formula.
A sense of superiority and complete understanding arose spontaneously.
"Bang, bang." A knock on the door sounded.
Chu Zhiyuan looked up.
The eighteenth prince, Chu Mingxuan, stood at the door, his burly body wrapped in bright yellow martial attire, with a smile on his face: "Fourth Brother, the competition is about to begin, hurry up!"
Chu Zhiyuan put back the martial arts notes of the previous generation's grandmaster, Hu Jing.
Chu Mingxuan said, "Fourth Brother, are you ready?"
Chu Zhiyuan came closer to him: "Eighteenth Uncle, forget about me, I won't participate this time, I won't embarrass myself for now."
"Don't! ... Practicing martial arts can't just be about burying your head in practice, you have to spar often, there are many benefits, this is a rare opportunity!"
"..." Chu Zhiyuan smiled without saying a word.
"Fourth Brother, don't you want to get my treasure sword?" Chu Mingxuan smiled and said: "It was obtained from a cave, it's very unusual."
"Eighteenth Uncle hasn't figured out its origin?"
"I like saber techniques, I don't have the patience to study that sword, anyway, it's definitely not ordinary, it must have some mysteries."
"The miraculous skills and secret techniques of the Ming Martial Hall are enough for us to practice."
"Hey, you Fourth Brother, you're like a little old man, you have no curiosity and no vigor, hurry up, stop talking nonsense!" Chu Mingxuan waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go."
"Grand Uncle can't be too biased."
......
Everyone echoed.
Chu Zhiyuan came to the steps and smiled, cupping his fists: "Since that's the case, then I'll embarrass myself."
"That's right!" Chu Mingxuan slapped Chu Zhiyuan's shoulder hard: "Let's go!"
Chu Zhiyuan followed Chu Mingxuan down the steps and stood in the crowd.
Including Chu Zhiyuan, there were thirteen people in the Ming Martial Hall.
Three princes and ten sons.
Among the three princes, the eighteenth prince, Chu Mingxuan, was the oldest, and the remaining ones were young and had mediocre talents, almost like transparent people.
Among the ten sons, besides Chu Zhiyuan, the remaining nine, two were the most outstanding, namely Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan, and the rest were also almost transparent.
This is the law of this world, the strong are respected, and no one listens to the weak.
This competition was the best opportunity to show themselves and strengthen their sense of existence, and everyone was eager to try and excited.
Because there were few people, there were not so many rules. Two people were paired up, and the winner entered the next round.
Round after round, the ultimate winner was decided.
This time, Chu Zhiyuan was added, making it thirteen people, so Chu Mingxuan suggested that everyone choose one person, who only needed to fight the final winner to compete for the championship.
"Ninth Brother has been number one several times, let it be him." Chu Mingxuan pointed to Chu Zhiting, and then looked at Chu Zhichuan: "It's just wronged Tenth Brother."
Chu Zhiting tightened his handsome face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, unable to restrain his complacency.
Chu Zhichuan was slender and tall, handsome and indifferent: "Eighteenth Uncle, why don't Ninth Brother and I have a match first, whoever loses will rest."
Chu Zhiting took a step forward with his burly body and glared at Chu Zhichuan: "Tenth Brother, come on!"
Chu Zhichuan put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Chu Zhiting squinted his tiger eyes.
The two were on the verge of breaking out.
Chu Qingfeng waved his hand: "Alright, let's still have a round-robin battle, everyone takes turns fighting everyone, and the four with the most wins will compete against each other to determine the winner."
"This is good," Chu Mingxuan clapped his hands and smiled: "Listen to Thirteenth Uncle!"
He looked at Chu Zhiyuan: "Fourth Brother, how about we have a match first?"
"Eighteenth Uncle, please enlighten me."
Chu Zhiyuan's gaze retracted from Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan, seeing that they were still glaring at each other, full of fighting spirit.
"I won't show mercy, you have to be careful!"
Chu Mingxuan grinned and walked to the center of the training ground.
"Eighteenth Uncle, catch the saber." A young man picked up a wooden saber from the weapon rack and threw it to Chu Mingxuan.
Chu Mingxuan reached out and caught it, twirling the saber handsomely, and looked at Chu Zhiyuan with a smile.
Chu Zhiyuan first came to the weapon rack and picked a wooden sword.
The wooden sword was heavy, and its weight was the same as a real sword. Just by the feel, one would think it was a Qingfeng sword wrapped in wood.
Everyone immediately made way, staring at the field with glowing eyes without blinking.
They all wanted to see Chu Zhiyuan's true colors, whether he was as powerful as Chu Qingfeng said, or whether he only had cultivation without martial skills.
They speculated that his martial skills were ordinary.
Because they heard Chu Zhiyuan say that he wanted to find a footwork technique, it was obvious that the footwork he originally practiced was not top-notch.
Even if he found a top-notch footwork technique, he might not have time to master it, and he would definitely not be able to use it.
They speculated that he must have been working hard in a prison-like environment, focusing on cultivating the Little Purple Sun Formula, to have the realm of Houtian perfection.
Chu Zhiyuan pinched the sword gesture with his left hand, gently stroked the sword's guard, body, and tip, feeling the texture, weight, and feel of the wooden sword, and smiled: "Eighteenth Uncle, I practice fast sword, please don't blame me if I offend you."
"Fourth Brother, you have a big tone, stop talking nonsense, make your move!"
Chu Mingxuan shook his long saber, his eyes widened, and his aura changed drastically.
A smiling Maitreya Buddha suddenly became an angry Vajra, exuding a violent and ferocious aura, as if a single saber could split mountains and rivers.
Many secret manuals flashed quickly in Chu Zhiyuan's mind. He couldn't judge which saber technique it was for a while, so he released his five senses.
In the next moment, everyone's every move was clearly presented in his mind, especially Chu Mingxuan's expression and movements.
He clearly felt the changes in Chu Mingxuan's muscles. The legs under his martial attire were already tense, and a faint aura was condensing at the Yongquan acupoint. The muscles in his legs were undergoing subtle changes, and the hand holding the saber was slightly turned to the side. One of the two tendons at the wrist was bulging, and the other was pulling inward.
Chu Zhiyuan suddenly realized: This is to pounce to the right and slash to the left.
"Drink! Take this saber!"
Chu Mingxuan slashed forward with a shout, like a training across the sky.
"What a Demon Subduing Saber!"
"Good saber technique!"
Everyone couldn't help but shout, marveling at the completeness of this spirited saber.
"Bang!"
In a sudden muffled sound, the saber shadow disappeared.
Chu Mingxuan's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. His body tilted, staggering forward two steps, his right hand propping up the saber, and his left hand covering his chest, coughing violently.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
His face was flushed red like a drunkard, as if caused by coughing, but not entirely caused by coughing.
Chu Zhiyuan sheathed his sword and held it behind his elbow, apologetically cupping his fists: "Eighteenth Uncle, I'm sorry, are you alright?"
Everyone was stunned, blinking hard.
They tried hard to recall what they had just seen, wanting to figure out how Zhiyuan had drawn his sword, but they couldn't see it clearly.
They were all taken by the heart-stopping saber and ignored Chu Zhiyuan's sword.
Chu Zhiyuan's right hand seemed to twitch.
The sword seemed to move, or maybe it stabbed and then retracted.
Too fast, can't see clearly.
Chu Mingxuan's coughing gradually stopped, his fat face slowly returned to normal, he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, straightened his waist, and glared at Chu Zhiyuan.
"Eighteenth Uncle..." Chu Zhiyuan apologetically cupped his fists again.
Chu Mingxuan put down his hand covering his chest, feeling displeased: "Fourth Brother, you're amazing!"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Eighteenth Uncle was unprepared, I took advantage of it."
"Stop it, I wasn't being careless!"
Chu Mingxuan touched the upper part of his sternum, which was still faintly painful. If it had been a little closer, it would have pierced the sternum, and he would have fainted directly. Obviously, he had held back.
He turned his head and said: "Ninth, you come!"
