The City of Terror

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Wei Xiao Bei nodded his head and took the initiative to leave the parlor. Li Kun Yang followed beside him while his disciples quickly followed after them when they saw that they were leaving.

On the contrary, Reannie was still in a daze. They had originally been drinking tea, but the situation suddenly evolved into this, catching her unprepared. Before she was even able to speak, her father, brother Wei, and her fellow disciples had already left, causing her to stamp her feet and bite her lips as she followed after.

Seeing the master of the dojo, his guest, and the rest of the inner disciples appear, those normal students that were training immediately moved their attention.

Among the three elevated stages, the middle was the largest.

A boxing stage would usually be 6X6 meters, but in Xingyiquan, 6X6 meters were a bit small.

Thus, the elevated stage was made to order to be like a mixed martial arts stage that was at least 8X8 while the center stage was 9X9. The elevation of the stage was around a meter, and on its four corners were pillars covered in thick foam. Flexible ropes were attached on the four pillars with the highest rope being elevated 0.8 meters from the stage.

Around the stage were thick rubber boards to prevent injuries.

Wei Xiao Bei walked to the front of the stage causing everyone to instantly look at him.

Although it was not expressly stipulated for Chinese martial arts, how people entered the stage determined how strong one was.

The stage was around one meter high. For normal students, they would need to grab the stage with both hands to push themselves up and crawl under the lowest rope.

This was the ugliest way to go up that was only performed by the weak.

Using both hands to push up the stage and directly go above the lowest rope showed that one was a bit stronger. This could be done by longtime students and new inner disciples.

For students and disciples like these, they could fight one against many without problems.

Finally, using one hand to get up onto the stage and directly go through above the second rope was the coolest way to enter the stage for the students and inner disciples.

Those who could do this were the disciples that could stand firm on their feet.

In truth, many people were waiting for Wei Xiao Bei to make a fool of himself.

This was the ugliness of human nature.

Seeing that Wei Xiao Bei was so young, a lot younger than them, he had actually become their martial uncle. Moreover, he had even been valued by the master of the dojo. The most annoying part was that the flower of the dojo, Reannie, that everyone treated as a goddess had treated him differently from them.

How did he obtain all of these opportunities?

Wasn’t it just because he was relying on his master?

He should be another rich second generation fool. His strength is definitely weak!

No matter what was said, the majority of the students wished that Wei Xiao Bei climbed up the stage in the ugliest and most powerless manner. In short, it would be best if he could not even climb up the stage and would require other people’s help.

If it was like that, they would feel incredibly invigorated.

Although Wei Xiao Bei could not see through their thoughts, he could understand that if he climbed up the stage in an ugly manner, he would not only lose his own face, he would even damage Cangzhou Bajiquan and his master’s face.

For him, the former was not as important. After all, he was different from Cheng Bi Wu. He had never gone to Cangzhou, and the so-called Cangzhou Bajiquan was something he learned from his master. However, his master’s reputation was more important. If he disgraced it, even he would lose face and feel bad about it.

Wei Xiao Bei knew that everything had a social circle. There was also a circle for martial arts; Although he was not part of that circle, he knew that information traveled very fast in that circle

If he faced humiliation today, he could guarantee that his master would know about it the next day.

Wei Xiao Bei walked to the side of the stage as the gazes concentrated on him became even hotter as if they were saying, “Climb up. Climb up. If you can’t do it, then don’t. It would be better if you fell down the stage.”

The thoughts of these people were too dirty. If Wei Xiao Bei could hear their thoughts, he would surely become so angry that he would begin a killing spree. He would even ignore that this Xingyi Dojo was not his Cheng Clan dojo.

Wei Xiao Bei did not use two hands to go up nor one hand. He only lightly stamped on the rubber board as he flew up like a bird. In an instant, he went passed the stage as his feet lightly tapped on the highest rope, landing him on the stage.

This scene had instantly silenced everyone present.

In truth, many people would not dare admit the truth that they saw and believe that their eyes had blurred.

However, due to their dirty thoughts, many of them had secretly pulled out their phones to take a video. Now they could play back the video and clearly see that their eyes were not lying to them. That everything was not an illusion, but the reality that had just happened.

In truth, even Li Kun Yang could not believe his eyes.

It was not that Li Kun Yang had dirty thoughts like his disciples, but it was because he could not believe that someone who learned Bajiquan could perform such a profound Qinggong.

As previously said, a person gifted in Qinggong has a thin and small body, not a robust and muscular physique.

On the other hand, Bajiquan experts focused on having tempered and powerful bodies. In truth, let alone Bajiquan, even Xingyiquan practitioners need to train to a deep level before they could reach the level of negative jing. For them, being able to reach a high level in Qinggong should not be possible at all.

In terms of getting up on stage, Li Kun Yang would still need the assistance of one hand before being able to do what Wei Xiao Bei did.

In other words, if Wei Xiao Bei used both hands, he could easily jump over a wall that was more than 10 meters tall. If he had a running start, he could easily jump over a wall that was more than 20 meters in height.

This could already be said as having a high level in Qinggong.

However, the first time Li Kun Yang saw Wei Xiao Bei, he could tell that Wei Xiao Bei’s attainment in Bajiquan was not shallow.

Wei Xiao Bei’s height might only be 1.7 meters, but his body was robust with solid joints and heavy steps. If he ignored Wei Xiao Bei’s face, he would think that a shrunken brown bear was standing in front of him.

Li Kun Yang could not believe that such a Guo Shu expert could attain a deep level in Qinggong.

It was like someone suddenly telling him that they were living on the sun all along.

Everyone knew that the sun reached more than 6000 degrees Celsius. Even if the Earth was but an illusion, how were they not burned by the sun?

Just like that, no matter how strange or how unbelievable the answer was, it was the only answer possible.

Wei Xiao Bei’s attainments in Bajiquan had already reached beyond a great scholar! In other words, Wei Xiao Bei had already reached the neutral jing level!

Li Kun Yang’s intuition as a Guo Shu expert could not be looked down upon!

As someone at the peak of negative jing, he had tried to make a breakthrough many times and become a Guo Shu expert at the level of neutral jing. Wei Xiao Bei’s performance had immediately ignited Li Kun Yang’s fighting spirit!

Li Kun Yang was not the same as those rivals in love with their brains only thinking of how to humiliate Wei Xiao Bei.

As a Guo Shu expert, being able to exchange fists with a great scholar that had exceeded himself was something that was to be happy about.

Moreover, Li Kun Yang had already reached the peak of negative jing. Without a doubt, fighting with a great scholar like Wei Xiao Bei would yield many benefits in helping him make a breakthrough.

It could be said that opening a dojo in Paris made life easier, and his business could be said to be very successful. However, for him, it had the disadvantage of being unchanging.

In terms of martial arts exchanges, Paris was a slum housing.

There were a lot of dojos there. There were Taekwondo, Judo, fencing, and even Muay Thai dojos there. There were also a few opened by Chinese people.

However, for Li Kun Yang, these dojos could only be described in two words: beneath contempt.

It had the meaning of no interaction at all.

This was not a problem within China.

Although China’s martial arts was not as prosperous as other countries, the many sects and clans would interact a lot, and experts would converge.

However, even if Li Kun Yang were to return, it would be hard for him to find an appropriate expert to exchange pointers.

Additionally, finding an opponent on the level of a great scholar was even harder.

These great scholar level martial artists were not easy to find.

Cheng Bi Wu could be considered as one of these scholars, but the problem was they were in a familiar relationship and had many exchanges before. This made it hard for Li Kun Yang to attain the results he wanted.

Thus, when he saw Wei Xiao Bei’s manner of going up the stage, Li Kun Yang became very excited that he could almost not endure taking part in this fight.

Luckily, Li Kun Yang knew that he must maintain dignity in front of his disciples. He was not an impatient boy. He decided to let them experience what was called a martial scholar.

Li Kun Yang immediately restrained the excitement in his expression as he substituted it for a calm one, only leaking out a bit of excitement.

Following Wei Xiao Bei’s move, the entire place went silent. People only began whispering to each other after quite a while.

Without a doubt, even an idiot could see that Wei Xiao Bei was not a weakling.

“Who’s first?”

Wei Xiao Bei’s face carried a slight smile as he looked at his surroundings, causing a lot of those who were eager to try their hand to go quiet.

They asked among themselves and understood that they could not go up the stage so easily, so they shrunk back.

However, there were some people that were different.

An example would be that Benjamin.

He was a pure Frenchman. According to him, his ancestor was some kind of baron, so he had great ambitions to stand above the masses.

Just as previously said, among the three people who could vie for Reannie’s hand, he was the most confident.

Moreover, he had a bit of innate talent in terms of martial arts.

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