Chapter 9

Wang Yue and Abi traveled during the day and practiced standing桩 (桩 is a term for a specific stance in martial arts) at night. Although their speed was not fast, they would certainly arrive at Mount Tai before the martial arts conference began.

"Abi, actually, traveling is also a very good method of practice," Wang Yue said to Abi. "Long-distance travel can train a person's endurance. Besides strength, endurance is also very important for martial artists."

A martial artist may be strong, but if they can only throw a few punches before running out of energy, they are asking for death. Although martial arts competitions emphasize a single decisive blow, if one is surrounded, endurance becomes a critical factor.

Strong endurance is what keeps you alive.

Many martial arts masters can fight for days without a problem.

However, Wang Yue's current physical strength is far from reaching such a powerful level.

In the midst of a thousand soldiers, to fight for a whole day and night, such a feat makes Wang Yue feel his blood boil just thinking about it.

"Um, I know. Brother Wang Yue, I am now walking using the steps you taught me. This way, my qi and blood can also be trained."

Under Wang Yue's guidance, Abi's progress was incredibly fast. In just over ten days, she had already reached the middle stage of Mingjing (a level in martial arts).

Abi can now be considered a second-rate martial artist.

...

At the foot of Mount Tai, in a small town, a group of young people and two middle-aged men arrived. They were Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan, Ajuzhu, Bao Bu Tong, and Feng Bo'e.

Murong Fu came to the martial arts conference this time to reach the peak of his prestige and win the position of the leader of the martial arts world. This would provide immeasurable help in his quest to restore the Great Yan.

Although North Qiao Feng and South Murong are equally famous, Murong Fu is very clear that in the hearts of many martial artists, he is not as good as Qiao Feng.

This time, Murong Fu must defeat Qiao Feng honorably, making the name of South Murong surpass that of North Qiao Feng.

"Master, there is a tavern ahead. Let's go in and eat something," Feng Bo'e said, pointing to the tavern.

It was already afternoon, and they had only eaten breakfast, not even a drop of water at noon. They were already very hungry.

"Um, everyone is hungry. We can eat something before continuing. After all, the martial arts conference is still three days away."

Murong Fu led the way to the tavern.

The tavern was already filled with many martial artists, all of whom were there for the martial arts conference. Some of them were even first-rate martial artists.

"Cousin, there are still seats over there. Let's go over," Wang Yuyan said.

After they sat down, the food was quickly served.

"Hey, have you heard? South Murong was defeated by a village chief. Haha."

"Hehe, I know about this. It is said that Murong Fu personally challenged the village chief named Wang Yue, but was outmatched and suffered a complete defeat, losing all the face of South Murong."

"Hmph, I think Murong Fu is just a fraud. His martial arts are not worth mentioning. Qiao Feng is much better than him."

The surrounding martial artists drank and talked about the match between Murong Fu and Wang Yue.

Murong Fu's face turned pale, but he quickly suppressed his anger.

He had heard such words many times on the way. However, as long as he defeated Qiao Feng in three days, these people would naturally know that South Murong is stronger than North Qiao Feng.

"Master, I think we should find an opportunity to injure Qiao Feng. This way, the position of the leader of the martial arts world will definitely be yours at the martial arts conference."

Feng Bo'e whispered.

With Ajuzhu and Murong Fu's disguise skills, it would be very easy to arrange a murder by proxy.

If Murong Fu had not learned internal martial arts, he would definitely do this, but now it was unnecessary.

Murong Fu sneered and said confidently, "Two years ago, I fought Qiao Feng in Western Xia. At that time, Qiao Feng single-handedly captured the Liao general from an army of ten thousand, and his martial arts were indeed extraordinary. I was not as good as him. But now, it's not certain. My internal martial arts have already entered the hidden strength stage. Even facing Wang Yue, I might not lose."

"I will defeat Qiao Feng honorably."

A sharp light appeared in Murong Fu's eyes.

Wang Yuyan, seeing Murong Fu's confident appearance, felt a sweet sensation in her heart. She liked her cousin's confident appearance the most, but unfortunately, he was indifferent to her, which made Wang Yuyan very troubled.

Wang Yue's "Essentials of Boxing" was written in great detail, and even those who had never practiced martial arts could succeed. Murong Fu, with his strong martial arts foundation, and with Wang Yuyan's guidance, quickly reached the hidden strength stage.

Now, Murong Fu not only had increased strength and abundant energy but also had better control over his true qi.

The benefits of strong qi and blood not only made his true qi more refined but also made his reaction speed more agile.

Now Murong Fu understood why Wang Yue could stand still and he couldn't hit him. Internal martial arts practitioners move so quickly within a small space.

...

Qiao Feng, along with the nine elders and more than ten branch leaders, arrived at the foot of Mount Tai.

"We have arrived," Qiao Feng said. "Elder Xu, arrange for the brothers to eat and rest well, to prepare for the martial arts conference. Brother Ma, Elder Bai, let's go to the top of Mount Tai. That is the venue for the martial arts conference, where many heroes gather. We should pay our respects to them."

"Yes, Chief."

At the top of Mount Tai, representatives from major sects in Central China had already arrived.

Kunlun, Kongtong, Qingcheng, the You brothers from Juxian Manor, Shaolin, and others were all present.

"Chief Qiao, Deputy Chief Ma."

Seeing Qiao Feng and Ma Dayuan arrive, many people stood up and greeted them with clasped hands.

Of course, there were also many who looked disdainful.

Among them were experts from the Kongtong and Kunlun sects.

At the last martial arts conference, Wang Jian Tong took the position of the leader of the martial arts world from Kunlun and Kongtong, how could they not bear a grudge?

The Beggar Gang is the largest gang in the world, and Qiao Feng is a young man. What virtue and ability does he have to lead the entire Beggar Gang?

Although Qiao Feng's reputation is great, many martial artists still do not look favorably upon him.

"Heroes, Qiao Feng pays his respects!" Qiao Feng said, clasping his hands.

...

"Ha, finally at Mount Tai."

Wang Yue and Abi arrived at the small town at the foot of Mount Tai, and their moods instantly improved.

Abi smiled, "Yes, the martial arts conference is tomorrow. We finally made it. Brother Wang Yue, look, there are so many martial artists. Are these people all here for the martial arts conference?"

Abi had never traveled in the world and was curious about everything.

However, Wang Yue was not exactly a person of the world either, so he was not much better than Abi.

"Yes, these people should all be here for the martial arts conference," Wang Yue nodded.

Wang Yue's appearance was somewhat different from before. He found it troublesome and cut his hair to about an inch long, which was quite rebellious in the Song Dynasty. After all, the body and hair are given by one's parents, and cutting them off is considered disrespectful.

However, Wang Yue did not care about these things.

Short hair, animal skin clothes, and a handsome face made Wang Yue's demeanor change. He exuded a wild charm in the sunlight.

Abi, on the other hand, did not wear any makeup, with her long hair tied in a ponytail, looking fresh and beautiful.

The two of them together looked like a pair of golden boys and jade girls.

As soon as they entered the town, they were looked at with strange eyes by the martial artists.

However, Wang Yue and Abi did not care about these people's opinions.

"Abi, let's find a place to stay first, and then eat something good," Wang Yue arranged.

For the past month, they had been in the wild, eating only roasted meat. Now, even the sight of roasted meat made Wang Yue frown.

"Okay. Brother Wang Yue, I want to eat vegetables and fruits."

In the evening, Wang Yue sent Abi back to her room and said, "Abi, rest well tonight. We will go up the mountain tomorrow to find Ajuzhu. If anything happens, call me. I will be in the room next to yours."

Now, Mount Tai was a mix of dragons and snakes, and anything could happen. Wang Yue had to be cautious.

"Um, I know. Brother Wang Yue, you should also rest early," Abi said.

...

The next day, after breakfast, Wang Yue took Abi to Mount Tai.

By the time they arrived, the martial arts conference had already begun.

Wang Yue and Abi found a secluded spot to sit and watch the conference.

There were already two martial artists on the stage, both of whom were first-rate martial artists with excellent skills.

"All the major sects are here," Wang Yue thought to himself.

Wang Yue looked around and immediately saw the Beggar Gang's position. He saw a young man with a strong and determined face, not yet thirty years old, sitting with several elders.

"Is this Qiao Feng?" Wang Yue thought. "Indeed, his internal strength is formidable. His martial arts are probably on par with mine. I don't have the confidence to defeat him now."

Wang Yue then saw Murong Fu, and his expression changed slightly. Murong Fu's internal martial arts had already entered the hidden strength stage, and he looked even younger.

"What fast cultivation speed!"

Wang Yue was somewhat surprised.

He originally thought it would take Murong Fu at least a few years to reach the hidden strength stage, but he had achieved it in just a few months.

"It makes sense. Murong Fu is a martial arts genius with a solid foundation, and he has Wang Yuyan's guidance. Reaching the hidden strength stage so quickly is understandable."

Wang Yue knew that Murong Fu's martial arts were now on par with his and Qiao Feng's.

"This martial arts conference will be full of variables," Wang Yue thought.

"Brother Wang Yue, I saw Sister Ajuzhu," Abi said happily.

Wang Yue smiled, "Just stay here. As long as Ajuzhu is not in danger, we won't take action."

...

"This is a martial arts conference, not a monkey show. With such skills, coming up to make a fool of yourself is truly overestimating yourself!"

Murong Fu said loudly, then his body soared like a great bird, flying onto the stage.

"Thud, thud."

Two dull sounds, and the two martial artists on the stage were kicked off.

"Murong Fu, what do you mean?"

"Murong Fu, do you want to disrupt the martial arts conference?"

"You are really too arrogant, Murong Fu. Do you really think you are the best in the world? Do you even consider the heroes here?"

Many sect leaders stood up, dissatisfied with Murong Fu.

Murong Fu smiled faintly, "Actually, there is no need for everyone to be angry. With their skills, they cannot possibly become the leader of the martial arts world. Their fight is just for entertainment. The leader of the martial arts world must be decided by martial arts."

An old man from the Qingcheng Sect sneered, "Murong Fu, are you talking big on the stage? Don't you fear losing face? You were defeated by a village chief. I think your title of South Murong is just a fraud."

"Ha ha..."

The surrounding martial artists laughed, their eyes filled with contempt. Being defeated by a village chief and still having the nerve to talk big on the stage. Truly laughable.

Murong Fu's face turned pale, and he said loudly, "Yes, I was defeated by Wang Yue. I was outmatched, but I will challenge him again. Next time, I will definitely defeat him. If you think I, Murong Fu, do not deserve the title of South Murong, come up to the stage."

"I will test your skills! Let's see if South Murong is as strong as the legends say." A martial artist in his thirties jumped onto the stage.

Murong Fu turned into a blur, disappearing from his original position and reappearing in front of the martial artist.

He threw a punch.

Hidden strength burst forth.

The martial artist was defeated in one move, falling off the stage and spitting blood, "What kind of martial arts is this..." He did not finish his sentence before fainting.

Murong Fu sneered, "You people from the major sects, come up together. Otherwise, you have no chance of winning."

Murong Fu intended to overpower the experts from the major sects.

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