novelExercise for Elderlies
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Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
The most popular East Asia Military Region that had been undefeated since the start of the tournament had finally lost. Furthermore, they lost in the main event of the recruit tournament, the martial arts tournament.
Qin Fen gradually walked to the center of the field. His first opponent was a West Asian recruit.
Like the other West Asian recruit, Qin Fen had yet to stand still when he could already feel the hatred-filled eyes of his opponent.
Hatred? Qin Fen helplessly heaved a sigh. Should I stand still that day and let the three heroes of West Asia kill me? Are only the lives of the three heroes of West Asia lives and the lives of others, weeds?
"Qin Fen!" A hatred-filled voice squeezed out from the teeth of the West Asian recruit."Today, I will make you regret what you have done."
Adjusting his mood slightly, Qin Fen looked at his opponent in a calm and poised manner. A one-point eight meters tall martial artist could not be considered very tall, but it was enough to call him a relatively tall martial artist. His hands had thick calluses, he must have practiced some Iron Sand Palm-like tenacious art.
"Regret?" Qin Fen shook his head."Only a weak and incompetent person would live with regret. I never regret anything I have done. Even if it happened a hundred times, a thousand times, I would still make the same choice."
The conversation between the two was transmitted to the grandstands. Listening to their confusing conversation, the audience could not make out what these two were talking about. All they could feel was that the West Asian recruits were exuding an ice-cold killing intent.
Had it not been for the rules of the recruit tournament, everyone had not the slightest bit of doubt that these West Asian recruits would've rushed to attack Qin Fen.
Yang Lie neither cared about the West Asian recruits nor did he bother to speculate about the conversation between the two. He just kept looking at Qin Fen quietly. Although the entire upper group still had other young experts and there wasn't too big of a chance of him encountering Qin Fen, he still held some expectations that he may end up in a fight with Qin Fen.
The overbearing and innovative battle style shown in the pistol shooting tournament had filled everyone with expectations for Qin Fen's performance in the martial arts tournament.
In the European recruit area, Caesar was very calmly looking at Qin Fen.
Both of them were in different groups. If he wanted to fight with Qin Fen, it would only be possible if both of them entered the finals. But it was still better to see what kind of battle style this popular recruit of East Asia uses.
"Everyone, you may not know this Qin Fen very well." A commentator looked at the information in his hand and said, "I will give everyone a simple introduction. This Qin Fen is the champion of the pistol shooting tournament as well as the semi-automatic rifle tournament held over the last two days. His brilliant performance was more than enough to be get the pioneers of recruit tournament to judge."
"Yes, yes, I wonder how will he perform today?"
"I don't think it will be bad. I heard that he had broken the slabs of dozens of floors. He can be said to be a brute force martial artist. I wonder if those brutal steps of his would appear today, or if there will be some rare wrestling?"
"Only God can know this. I heard that this player has a very creative battle style."
The three commentators chimed in to stir up the atmosphere once more.
The bell had yet not been rung but the West Asian recruit had already taken his stance. The true energy circulation in his meridians had already reached the climax. Qin Fen could clearly sense the strength of his opponent, a four-star martial artist.
Four-star!? Qin Fen was slightly disappointed. With such an opponent, it would be difficult to learn anything.
As the bell rang to start the fight, the West Asian recruit took action immediately.
When it came to Qin Fen, any West Asian recruit was filled with hatred. They could not wait to blow Qin Fen into pieces with a mortar.
Taking a lightning-like step, his long arm gave rise to the wind as it smashed towards Qin Fen's head like a giant ax splitting a mountain on an ancient battlefield. His pair of iron palm turned blue from its original yellow. This Iron Sand Palm of his had been smelted in the fire several times already. He may not be able to split a mountain apart, but it was more than enough to split rolling boulders apart.
The West Asian uniform was far more loose than East Asian uniform. As his arm chopped down, his sleeve flapped against the wind like a big flag being waved vigorously in an ancient battlefield.
"Its speed is good, strength is also firm and fierce, but..."
The knowledge would naturally improve with more fights.
Just looking at this attack of West Asian recruit, Qin Fen knew that this man had really put tremendous effort into this Iron Sand Palm. But unfortunately, his lower body was a bit unstable. If it was in the Sky Martial Battle Network, such strength would not be a problem. But bringing such strength into the recruit tournament was rather somewhat insufficient.
Looking at the oncoming Iron Palm, Qin Fen suddenly pivoted his ankle! While driven by the momentum from the twisting force, Qin Fen bent his waist at the same time. Owing to which, his body avoided that splitting mountain-like Iron Sand Palm with a hair's breadth as he appeared next to the West Asian recruit.
"Wow..."
Tens of thousands of spectators broke into an uproar. The commentator too expressed his emotions, "What day is today? Arhat Fist's Dragon Guard is actually being used in two consecutive fights!?"
Yang Lie's dashing eyebrows suddenly twitched. As the user of fitness exercise techniques, he had the absolute right to speak whether the way this Dragon Guard was used was good or bad.
"Is it Dragon Fist?" A faint smile appeared on Yang Lie's lips."If it's truly the Dragon Fist, then, I hope we can have a fight to see who among us is the real dragon."
The other young martial artists present in the stadium may not be proficient in fitness exercise techniques, but they could see that Qin Fen's Dragon Guard wasn't the slightest bit inferior to Yang Lie's.
Some people even began to simulate whether their attack, under the same condition, could hit Qin Fen if he used the Dragon Guard.
The West Asian recruit was slightly taken aback. It's actually Dragon Guard!? Hearing the howl of the wind as a palm cut behind him, he promptly shrunk his entire neck like he was trying to shrink his neck completely into his chest before he rolled his body forward on the spot.
Ape Neck Shrink!? Donkey Roll!? Qin Fen smiled faintly and didn't give chase. Having forced his opponent to resort to Donkey Roll, if he pursued and defeated his opponent by taking advantage of this situation, he would look petty.
The West Asian recruit stood up, his eyes burning with complete anger. To his dismay, the opponent used a fitness exercise technique like Dragon Guard and attacked him with the neo karate knife hand strike! This East Asian recruit was also looking down at him too much!
Pa... pa...
Two subsequent cracks rang underneath the West Asian recruit's feet as he used the Ape Jumping Into The Forest to pounce at Qin Fen. His Iron Sand Palm came crashing down on Qin Fen's head like a dark cloud coming down on his head.
Qin Fen thought and lowered his waist, taking a horse stance as he used the Cloud Hands from Twenty-four Simplified Tai Chi Fist. Then, carrying the West Asian recruit's Iron Sand Palm by his wrists, Qin Fen diverted it to the one side along with the strength of his opponent.
The West Asian recruit had never expected that his opponent would not only use the fitness exercise technique but also use the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists that were even worse than fitness exercise techniques.
In a hurry, the West Asian recruit applied pressure to his arms once more, threatening to break Qin Fen's arm.
Crack...
With both arms entangled, the West Asian recruit felt a tremendous sticky force clinging to his wrists. The next moment, that strength, like opening up a canal, led his surging river-like strength to the other path.
BOOM...
The West Asian recruit's palm struck the air. Meanwhile, he repeatedly took several steps to stabilize himself. As he turned back to look, he happened to see Qin Fen firmly taking the stance of Playing Pipa from the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists.
"What the hell is going on today?" The commentator's sharp voice was filled with extreme confusion."First it was Little Dragon King - Yang Lie using fitness exercise technique, and now, the East Asian recruit is using the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists, which is only used by old people, to fight. The fighting method of this champion of two shooting tournaments is really strange."
Yang Lie was also looking at Qin Fen in confusion. What does this guy want to do? He can easily win, so why use Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists? Does he want to play with his opponent? No! It doesn't seem he is the type that likes playing with someone.
Qin Fen, taking the stance of Playing Pipa, looked at his opponent with an encouraging look.
If you don't know softness, how can you know what true hardness is? Qin Fen had been training in Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists for a while now, but he didn't have many opportunities to use it again against others.
In the past, all the battles had been a life and death struggle. Naturally, he would have to resort to finishing moves; he seldom had the time to stop and use the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists against others.
Although he could understand how softness gives birth to hardness by practicing Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists' stance, it was still far worse than the experience gained from fighting with others.
Facing an opponent who was using the Iron Sand Palm that leaned towards hardness, Qin Fen suddenly discovered that this was a pretty good opportunity in and of itself.
Practicing in the highlight event of the recruit tournament!? If Zhao Huzi came to know about it, perhaps he might even tear off his beard in anger. Treating your opponent as a sparring partner without even spending a dime could even be said to be unprecedented in the recruit tournament.
In the West Asian recruit's eyes, Qin Fen's encouraging look suddenly turned provocative.
Without any verbal provocation, the West Asian recruit flew up again as his hands, using the move Strike to Ears with Both Fists, smashed towards Qin Fen's temple from left and right. He didn't even consider that such an attack distance might be excessive, and left his middle body completely unprotected.
Just so it happened, Qin Fen had a thorough understanding of hardness in softness. So, why would he use High Pat on Horse to kick the oncoming opponent? With just a small step, his body advanced half a meter as he used Cloud Hands to resolve his opponent's attack, once more.
Having been thrown out with power once more, the West Asian recruit rolled on the ground and reached his hand into his pocket. Blocking everyone's line of sight with his body, he quickly took out two pills from the pocket and stuffed them into his mouth.
At this angle, he might have hoodwinked a majority of the audience and even hoodwinked the referee standing by the field, but he was unable to hide it from his opponent, Qin Fen.
"Berserker Pill?"
A gleam of understanding immediately flashed past Qin Fen's eyes. After the hatred had reached a certain level, this West Asian recruit risked the trouble of being investigated by the committee after the match and resolutely took the Berserker Pill.
In order to implement the principle of fairness in any event of the recruit tournament, the tournament committee had explicitly stated that the contestants were prohibited from taking any drugs in any event. Especially in the martial arts tournament, it was stated even more clearly that the usage of items such as the Berserker Pill, Armor Pill, and biochemical beasts was banned.
Any user of such items would immediately be disqualified upon discovery.
Nonetheless, the West Asian recruit didn't care. The enmity of his comrades along with the fact that he was sent rolling on the ground by Qin Fen using Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists made him unable to vent all the anger seething in his chest.
Having taken the Berserker Pill, the West Asian recruit's true energy soar suddenly and sharply. In an instant, he reached the peak of the four-star level. At the sight of his black as carbon hands, the eyes of spectating recruit flickered with a faint sadness; they all knew what was going on.
Qin Fen, on the other hand, still maintained the stance of Playing Pipa. With his opponent taking the Berserker Pill, it was even better. It was even more conducive to experiencing the power of hardness in softness.
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