Martial Arts Showdown: My Wife Asked Me to Be the Champion

Chapter 49 My hands are itching, I'm going to challenge Huang Shang to a fight!

night.

Hua Baifeng was taking a bath and changing clothes, preparing to rest, when just then, a soft sound came from outside the window.

Hua Baifeng stretched, slightly bored, opened the window, and complained, "Are you spies crazy? Why don't you use the window instead of the door..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was completely stunned.

A person stood outside the window, dressed in a black and gold robe that covered his entire body, wearing a mask carved from white jade, revealing only his eyes.

Just by looking at his cold and indifferent eyes, one can tell that he is the leader of the three great demons in the world, the leader of the Western Region Demon Sect, and the number one master of the demonic path, Jade Rakshasa!

He is also Hua Baifeng's master.

A true master!

Hua Baifeng hurriedly knelt down: "Disciple...Disciple was unaware of Master's arrival, please punish me, Master."

Yu Luosha coldly said, "It would be strange if you could sense my presence. Get up! How's the matter going? Have you established a firm foothold?"

"My disciple has sent out an invitation to the auction..."

Hua Baifeng reported her work with trepidation.

No one understands Yu Luo Sha better than Hua Baifeng.

Yu Luosha was not a tyrant who killed indiscriminately. He did not like killing, and when he did kill, he would often kill his opponent instantly without causing them any pain.

Hua Baifeng had been a disciple for several years, and the number of times he had personally witnessed Yu Luocha killing people was no more than three. Even counting the number of times he had been ordered to kill, it would not have exceeded ten.

Aside from traitors who betray the Demonic Sect or heinous criminals, in most cases, Jade Rakshasa will leave the other party a "way out."

—A path to survival where death is impossible!

If Jade Raksha doesn't want you to die, you won't even have the chance to commit suicide. With a flick of his finger, he can make someone wish they were dead.

"You're doing very well, but not fast enough! Xu Qingya's progress is accelerating, and I'm worried he might go astray in his rapid advancement. The auction? I have a fragmented sword manual mixed in with the auction items!"

Yu Luosha took out half a scroll of sword manual from his bosom.

The manual for the sword was written on tattered animal hide, and judging from the damage, it was at least three or four hundred years old.

Martial arts manuals are not necessarily better the older they are.

A secret manual passed down for hundreds of years without changing a single word is not called "learning martial arts," it's called "conservatism."

Martial arts are passed down and developed from generation to generation.

The ideas and concepts are given by predecessors and experts, and later generations modify and improve them. After several, dozens of generations of modification, they eventually approach perfection.

The Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts follow this approach.

The seventy-two martial arts passed down by Bodhidharma have been modified, perfected, and replaced by generations of martial monks, resulting in flawless variations in moves, making them truly "indestructible martial arts."

The first divine palm technique of Shaolin, "Prajna Palm," was created by Abbot Yuanyuan, while the first killing finger technique, "Maha Finger," was created by a wandering monk who stayed at Shaolin for forty years.

If Shaolin monks had stuck to the old ways and kept the martial arts passed down by Bodhidharma unchanged, how could they have become the leading figures in the martial arts world for hundreds of years?

Even the demonic cult is no exception.

Most of the disciples of the Demonic Cult are arrogant and haughty. How could they think they are inferior to their predecessors? The Ten Great Divine Skills of the Demonic Cult were all added by later generations and modified by successive leaders.

When a master reads ancient books, he doesn't look for techniques, but rather for the underlying principles and ideas behind their creations.

Hua Baifeng understood this principle, but this was the training method of a martial arts master. With Hua Baifeng's current foundation, she should just obediently look at the manual!

Hua Baifeng looked down at the sword manual and found that it was full of crooked and messy characters that she couldn't understand at all.

"Master, this is... Sanskrit?"

"That's right!"

"Does Xu Qingya understand Sanskrit?"

"Yang Yan can understand it!"

"Master, I have something else to report. Xu Qingya is a notorious womanizer, surrounded by beautiful women. What I don't understand is, what is Lian Ni Chang's background?"

"Lian Ni Chang possesses the lineages of the Yin Gui Sect, the Heavenly Evil Path, and the Flower Sect, and her internal energy foundation lies in the Tianshan Sect. If it weren't for Zhang Danfeng's 'Mysterious Skill Essentials,' she would have long been driven mad by the Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique!"

"Master, the two sects and six paths of the demonic sects have suffered fatal blows. The Heavenly Evil Path and the Yin Gui Sect, which were originally the leaders, suffered the most severe blows. Most of the remaining demonic sect disciples have joined the Demonic Image Sect and joined the Mongol Yuan.

"So what?"

"Could Lian Ni Chang be a Mongol spy?"

"Bullshit! Hua Baifeng, take your brain out of your heels and use it! How could the Yin Gui Sect and the Heavenly Evil Path possibly submit to the Demonic Image Sect? They would rather their sects be destroyed, leaving behind the Evil Emperor's Tomb and the Yin Empress's Tomb!"

"Master, what you just did..."

"Bai Feng, you must remember that you are my carefully nurtured disciple, and you are the eldest princess of the Holy Sect. Think before you act, and don't let your imagination run wild."

"Please give me some guidance, Master."

"The Hua family has business dealings with the Sky Eagle Sect. They used Yin Susu as a springboard to contact Xu Qingya. Xu Qingya has too many women around him who are too strong and too smart. Yin Susu needs allies who can be controlled by her."

"Your disciple obeys!"

Hua Baifeng thought to himself, "My master is learned in both ancient and modern times, but no matter how knowledgeable he is, how can an old devil and a killing machine be so clear about jealousy and rivalry?"

Could it be that Master was once a king or general?

Hua Baifeng looked up with slight surprise and found that Yu Luocha had disappeared without a trace. Not long after, a deafening explosion came from thirty-five miles outside the city.

The overwhelming primordial energy of heaven and earth, the earth-shattering internal force, and the clash of qi that split mountains and rivers—all the martial artists in the capital city could feel it.

Xu Qingya had already fallen asleep, but sensing the volcanic eruption-like energy, he put on a cloak, rode his old wine steed, and galloped off, with Tang Dun'er leading the way.

Lei Sun, Su Mengzhen, Bu Shen, Zhang Fengfu, Zhu Yueming and other experts sensed this aura and rushed over without hesitation. This was the instinct of a martial artist. No matter how cunning and shrewd they were, they would rush over to watch a battle of this level.

Power, status, money, and beauty are all unimportant at this moment, suppressed by the instincts of martial artists. Martial artists above the grandmaster level do not leave the city to watch the battle.

Two distinct auras: one, like a god or demon, possessing the power to shatter the heavens and split the earth; the other, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon, possessing the tranquil serenity of a still pond after experiencing countless vicissitudes.

The former is Jade Rakshasa, and the latter is Yellow Robe.

Yu Luocha, who had just left the city, encountered Huang Shang, who had returned from his travels, and challenged him to a duel without hesitation.

Why did the two start fighting?

Why did Yu Luocha want to fight Huang Shang?

No one can provide the answer.

Even Hua Baifeng didn't know the reason.

Jade Raksha often makes unexpected moves, seemingly unconventional, but in reality, they are all part of a scheme. He can gain huge profits without having to take action himself.

"Slurp slurp~~"

The old wine stopped running and snorted.

Ahead lay a battlefield filled with thunderous roars, where the supreme grandmasters of the demonic and righteous factions clashed fiercely, the primordial energy of heaven and earth swirling wildly, and the light of blades and the force of palm strikes scattering in all directions.

As a top martial artist of his time, he could manipulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of feet with every move he made. Without needing any special techniques, a casual punch, palm strike, sword strike, or saber strike possessed immense power and a heavy, oppressive aura as heavy as Mount Tai.

Jade Raksha raised his palm into a blade, using the "Three Blades of Avici Hell" from the Ten Great Divine Skills of the Demonic Sect. After the first blade, hundreds of blade beams followed, causing people to fall into the Avici Hell, unable to live or die, and to be eternally damned.

Huang Shang flicked his finger and a sword appeared. He was originally a scholar, and his martial arts skills were all learned from the Daoist Canon. Some of them were tricks he learned on the spot during battles. At this moment, he was using the Quanzhen Sect's "Tiangang Subduing Demon Sword".

The sheer force, power, exquisite techniques, and precise control of the two in their clash far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. Anyone with even a slight deficiency in skill or foundation could be swept away and torn to pieces by the two's internal energy.

Xu Qingya exclaimed, "Is this the power of the pinnacle of martial arts? It's truly something to aspire to!"

Yang Yan smiled and said, "Qingya, I believe in you. One day, you will definitely become stronger."

Lei Sun subconsciously rubbed his bald head: "To see supreme grandmasters clash, even dying would be worth it!"

Su Mengzhen laughed and said, "Since that's the case, why don't we fight to the death? Tonight, neither of us will leave alive!"

The head of the Eastern Depot, Eunuch Shan, chuckled: "What are you two meddling in? I've told your fortunes; you two are destined to live and die together. Be careful not to fight to the death."

Cao Shaoqin, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, sneered: "I think it's a good thing. I'll be your witness!"

Yu Huatian, the supervisor of the Western Depot, chimed in: "I agree with Eunuch Cao's point of view. Tonight, almost all the masters in the capital have come to witness this."

Su Mengzhen smiled calmly and remained silent.

Lei Sun, ever the friendly type, approached Xu Qingya: "This must be Young Master Xu? Truly a man of great talent for his age! We old folks are failing us, unable to discern the techniques. Perhaps Young Master Xu could explain the Demonic Blade Technique to us?"

Xu Qingya said, "I can't do it, thank you!"

Liu Qingci, who had somehow gotten close, stood behind Xu Qingya and said, "Let me explain!"

Lei Sun: You dare to say it, but I dare not listen!

By this point in the battle, no one could be seen anymore; only two dark clouds could be seen entangled together, sometimes forming two distinct parts, and sometimes dispersing. Xu Qingya couldn't understand the reason why.

Clouds part, clouds gather, clouds roll, clouds disperse...

After an unknown amount of time, two unrestrained and bold laughs came from mid-air. Immediately afterwards, the turbulent energy of heaven and earth, which had been as turbulent as thunder and fire, returned to stability. Yu Luocha's figure disappeared without a trace, and Huang Shang lightly landed back on the ground.

Xu Qingya finally met this extraordinary person.

Huang Shang was dressed in a loose Confucian robe, with a book box on his back and an oil-paper umbrella on top of it. He looked more like a traveling scholar than a master who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

Huang Shang was originally a scholar.

Practicing martial arts was an accidental event.

Unable to obtain what he desired, and with fate playing tricks on him, Huang Shang had long since become indifferent to it all. He walked over with a smile, ruffled his beloved disciple's hair, and asked, "How many books have you memorized?"

Liu Qingci felt an urge to disappear into the ground!

Liu Qingci: Study? Study my ass!

Seeing Liu Qingci's expression, Huang Shang then looked at Xu Qingya: "Girl, is this your boyfriend? He's not bad looking, but I wonder about his abilities! A pretty boy who's all show and no substance, I won't agree to that!"

Upon hearing this, the "pretty boy" couldn't help but cover his face with his folding fan, secretly apologizing to Xu Qingya in his heart, "You've taken the blame for my mistake."

Xu Qingya smiled and said, "This junior has some knowledge of poetry and enjoys calligraphy and painting. Please ask Scholar Huang to give me a test."

Upon hearing the title "Scholar Huang," Huang Shang squinted his eyes comfortably, feeling extremely pleased.

All those titles like Grandmaster Huang, Master Huang, Senior Huang, and Teacher Huang—none of them sound as good as the word "Scholar." I really want to be a Grand Scholar!

"Let's compose a poem on the theme of Cao Cao!"

When Huang Shang was fighting Yu Luocha just now, he used a few martial arts techniques derived from "Short Song Ballad". When he heard that Xu Qingya had some knowledge of poetry, he subconsciously thought of Cao Cao.

"A green steed treads the Luo River, its spear tip staining the clouds with blood."

"Not bad!"

"Old age brings many nightmares, as if someone were offering a knife to one another."

"Hmm... Interesting! Not bad! You are qualified to be Qingci's husband, and I have no objection!"

Huang Shang patted Xu Qingya on the shoulder.

Liu Qingci puffed out his chest and held his head high with a smug look on his face.

Yang Yan: Even your royal family plays the game of bride kidnapping?