Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 63: Hun yuan Sect

The opening battle in Arena Three of the Ji Po Jue Arena ended unimaginably fast.

The audience had arrived full of enthusiasm, but the match was over in less than a second. They all felt a bit bored and disappointed. Only the girls from the "cheerleading squad" were left with their jaws agape, watching in disbelief as their respected and adored "Senior Haiming" was carried away on a stretcher.

In the end, this world was mostly full of ordinary people. Being ordinary wasn’t scary; what was scary was that some people could never see themselves for who they truly were.

Zhou Yuanjue left the ring, changed his clothes in the locker room, and put on his "Evil Dragon" mask before returning to the arena’s audience seats.

Beside him were Li Qingxuan, wearing a Day Maiden mask, and Lu Ming, wearing a Kobold mask.

"Can I only fight one match per night?"

Zhou Yuanjue asked Lu Ming.

"Yes, only one. There’s a promotion system in place. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to fight a Martial Artist at the next level."

Lu Ming said, a bit helplessly. He knew Zhou Yuanjue hadn’t gotten his fill from the fight.

He hadn’t expected Zhou Yuanjue’s opponent to be such an oddball—bringing a cheerleading squad to an underground fighting tournament. In all his years as an agent, it was a first for him.

"By the way, Wu Tianhe’s match tonight is also here at the Ji Po Jue Arena, the third match in Arena Four. If you’re interested, you could go watch. Starting from Level 2, you can freely choose your opponents. You can use this chance to pick someone interesting,"

Lu Ming said to Zhou Yuanjue.

"Wu Tianhe? Might as well go take a look."

Since his match was over and he had nothing better to do, Zhou Yuanjue didn’t refuse Lu Ming’s suggestion.

So, the three of them stood up and left Arena Three.

Walking into Arena Four, all three were slightly surprised.

In Arena Three, they had seen a Square Array of cheerleaders in matching white uniforms. Here in Arena Four, they saw something surprisingly similar.

However, this formation was in a different league from that group of young girls, both in attire and in presence.

There were about a dozen people, all dressed in identical sea-blue Martial Arts Uniforms. On their chests was a logo: a white character for "Hun" combined with a wave-like pattern. They sat bolt upright with synchronized posture, their powerful builds obvious even under their Martial Arts Uniforms. Though they just sat there silently, they radiated an oppressive aura like mountains and seas, drawing the attention of everyone present.

"Which sect are they from? Their presence is so powerful."

"I don’t know. They look a bit like a school from the Hua Xi region."

"They’re from the Hunyuan Sect of Hua Xi Prefecture. The Hunyuan Sect can be considered the top sect in Hua Xi Prefecture. Their signature Primordial Water Avoidance Palm is a First Grade Fist Technique. The heir of this generation is famous throughout Hua Xi Prefecture, an absolute master. I just wonder how he compares to the heirs of the Southern Eight Sects."

"A master? It’s more than that. I’m from Hua Xi Prefecture. Not long ago, the Hunyuan Sect’s heir, He Runlin, defeated every other sect in the prefecture. He was unrivaled. You could say he’s the number one in Hua Xi now! He’s the pride of our Hua Xi Prefecture."

"That terrifying? Whoever faces him in the preliminaries is really unlucky. Which match is he in?"

"Not sure. Maybe the third? The fourth? Or the fifth? It’s one of the early ones, anyway."

"Interesting. Looks like we’ll get to see a real master today. I hope his opponent isn’t too weak, or it’ll be a one-sided beatdown with nothing to see."

"..."

As Zhou Yuanjue and the others entered Arena Four, they heard the buzz of discussion around them.

"The Primordial Water Avoidance Palm, He Runlin?"

Li Qingxuan paused for a moment upon hearing the crowd’s words.

"You know him?"

Lu Ming asked curiously. The discussions had piqued his interest in this He Runlin.

At this, Zhou Yuanjue also looked toward Li Qingxuan.

"I think I saw that name in the Data. If I remember correctly, he should be Hua Xi Prefecture’s ’seed’,"

Li Qingxuan said after a moment of thought.

"Seed?"

Lu Ming was a bit confused by the term, not understanding its meaning.

Zhou Yuanjue, on the other hand, looked even more interested.

Number one in Hua Xi, a "seed" fighter... it all seemed to indicate that this person might be a quality opponent.

"Didn’t you say Wu Tianhe’s match was the third one? Is his opponent He Runlin?"

Zhou Yuanjue asked Lu Ming.

"Hold on... Let me check. One of my subordinates handled their registration. I only knew it was the third match, not the specific opponent’s name."

Lu Ming took out his phone to check. Afterward, he said, looking speechless, "It really is He Runlin. Is Wu Tianhe’s luck that bad? He just got to Guangpu and was crushed by you, and now for his first match, he runs into another formidable guy. Did he hire a jinx or something?"

"You know, it’s possible. The entity he contracted with was struck by lightning and died, right? What kind of respectable person gets killed by lightning?"

Li Qingxuan said, rubbing her smooth chin.

"That makes so much sense! Why didn’t I think of that?"

Lu Ming’s eyes lit up. He clapped his hands, looking like he agreed completely.

Zhou Yuanjue ignored their silly banter. His hawk-like eyes scanned the arena, and he quickly spotted the masked figures of Ding Jiutong and Ding Yun in the front row. However, the arena was so packed that the front seats were full. Instead of going over, he found a spot in the back and stood by the railing to watch the matches.

With his eyesight, the distance wouldn’t affect his ability to watch the fight anyway.

The second match of the night was currently underway in Arena Four.

The two fighters’ skills were neither good nor bad, basically on the same level—somewhere between an Intermediate Decisive Fist Master and an Advanced Decisive Fist Master.

Although in Zhou Yuanjue’s eyes their techniques were riddled with openings, they were locked in a tight battle.

The scene was rather bloody. Both fighters were covered in bruises and contusions, with blood streaming from the corners of their mouths and brows. In the end, one fighter took a punch head-on and, panting for breath, brought his opponent down with a knee strike.

The moment his opponent fell, even from a great distance, Zhou Yuanjue could see a smile of pure joy spread across the victor’s badly swollen face.

Perhaps before getting into the ring, his goal had been fame, or the large prize money for winning, mixed with one selfish desire or another.

But in that moment, he was joyous simply for having defeated a strong opponent, for having overcome himself. Everything else faded from his view.

Sweat, blood, victory, purity, transcendence...

This was the charm of the Martial Dao.

In the end, this fighter was also carried off on a stretcher. The staff cleaned the ring, and about ten minutes later, a crisp bell rang out over the arena once more. As the gates at both ends of the arena floor slowly rose, the third match of the night in Arena Four officially began.