Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist-Chapter 101 - 9: Low-class Family’s Young Eagle, Finally Takes First Place

Chapter 101: Chapter 9: Low-class Family’s Young Eagle, Finally Takes First Place

Although Lin Chen hadn’t interacted much with Senior Sister Jiang, he believed he had a fair understanding of her character.

Senior Sister Jiang saying this absolutely didn’t mean she’d hold back, giving him a chance for three moves—if he could withstand them, he’d win.

Translation: With these three moves, he wouldn’t be able to hold out.

In that case, he wouldn’t give Senior Sister Jiang the full opportunity to perform those three moves.

Seeing Lin Chen quickly close the distance, Jiang Qing’s eyes flashed with surprise for the first time; Junior Brother Lin was... incredibly steady.

On the left side of the viewing area.

Su Lingchuan and He Ruyun exchanged a glance, both knowing Jiang Qing’s background and roughly guessing which three moves she was about to use.

But how did Lin Chen figure it out, even knowing not to give Jiang Qing a chance?

If Lin Chen didn’t know about Jiang Qing’s background, it could only be said that this boy not only possessed exceptional comprehension in martial arts techniques but also had an extremely calm mind.

The more they watched Lin Chen, the more satisfied they felt with him.

On the stage, Jiang Qing attempted several times to distance herself from Lin Chen, but Lin Chen was too cunning...

Yes, this was the first time Jiang Qing felt in her heart that Lin Chen was cunning...

Although she had nine acupoints opened, when Lin Chen’s Clear Wind Palm fell, the power was so great that even she didn’t dare ignore it. The key point was, although her strength and speed surpassed Lin Chen overall,

in terms of the speed of palm strikes alone, she was actually a bit slower than Lin Chen.

This caused her to often have to change her moves just as she was about to attack because Lin Chen would react after she did but still managed to counter her.

This fighting style was extremely frustrating.

For the first time, Jiang Qing felt she could empathize with others, understanding how Shao Hong from the Clear Wind Martial Arts Hall had felt.

Every move predicted by the opponent, taking the initiative only to be countered from behind—if Lin Chen weren’t afraid to go all out against her, she might have already lost.

Compared to Jiang Qing’s frustration, Lin Chen was getting more and more exhilarated as he fought.

He realized that the perfected Clear Wind Palm could only fully unleash its power when facing a stronger opponent.

As for Shao Hong... although he had one more acupoint open than himself, he wasn’t really stronger.

Faced with Senior Sister Jiang, he could unleash the Clear Wind Palm with all his might, although reaching perfection in the technique was already the limit, it did not mean his mastery of the technique had reached its peak in combat situations.

Senior Sister Jiang was his whetstone.

By this point, Lin Chen had forgotten this was a duel, the most crucial first match of the March competition of the Eight Great Martial Arts Halls.

He was entering a state of flow!

This move should be executed like this!

If this palm strikes down three parts lower, it could clinch victory in one move.

At this moment, the entire scene was silent.

The townspeople were completely captivated by the thrilling nature of the fight, forgetting to discuss or cheer.

The martial artists present, including the students from various martial arts halls, were stunned by what they witnessed.

Jiang Qing, who had nine acupoints opened, was actually being suppressed by Lin Chen.

A perfected technique, is it really this terrifying?

At this moment, many students felt a surge of determination; previously, all they cared about with their techniques was not falling behind, but now many vowed silently that they would rigorously train their techniques once back home.

In the front row of the left area, an elder frowned, saying uncertainly, "Relying solely on the perfected Clear Wind Palm shouldn’t have forced Jiang Qing to this point."

These people in the front row were all Grade-Entering Martial Artists, each having cultivated their technique to perfection, but they had reached perfection once in the Viscera Refining Realm.

So whether a perfected technique could allow an Opening the Acupoints at seven places to contend with someone at nine was only determined by personal experience; they couldn’t make a definite conclusion.

In the crowd, Yan He’an stood among the common townsfolk, his eyes gleaming: "Could it be that Lin Chen is what the elder described, someone born with exceptionally keen senses?"

Among martial artists, there exists a group of individuals with exceptionally keen senses; this keenness isn’t something that develops with increased martial prowess, but is innate.

Such people can sense subtle manipulations by their opponent during a fight, allowing them to predict moves and counteract them, taking the initiative after the opponent.

"This girl from the Jiang family is going to lose."

Yan He’an already knew the outcome, turned, and began walking out of the crowd. Just as Yan He’an left the crowd, Jiang Qing’s clear voice echoed from the stage.

"I give up!"

The words pulled Lin Chen, who was in the heat of battle, back to reality; his pupils narrowed, but his movements didn’t stop, instinctively wary of any trick from Senior Sister Jiang.

However, seeing Jiang Qing’s resentful gaze, Lin Chen was finally startled back to his senses. This wasn’t a fight to the death, and with so many people here, Senior Sister Jiang wasn’t bluffing.

Lin Chen withdrew his hand, finally noticing that the strands of hair between Senior Sister Jiang’s brows were plastered to her forehead with visible beads of sweat.

Jiang Qing looked helplessly at Lin Chen, it wasn’t that she couldn’t keep going, but unless one side’s strength was exhausted, they couldn’t determine a victor.

Such a victory wasn’t the kind she wanted.

Nine acupoints open, two more than Junior Brother Lin, yet relying on wearing him down was unacceptable for someone as proud as her.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Jiang, for yielding."

Lin Chen immediately clasped his fists in salute, and at that moment, the scene erupted in thunderous cheers like a piercing cry to the heavens.

Lin Chen had won!

The people present, after several rounds of viewing and discussion, knew that Lin Chen was the only student from the town, or more precisely, from the village.

The victory of a student sharing their status and position gave them a sense of pride.

"Chen’Er won!"

Mrs. Lin exclaimed excitedly, embracing Father Lin, who cautiously steadied himself to avoid being toppled by his wife, a smile also spread across his face.

"Chen’Er won, no doubt he’s from my Lin Jiang’s blood!"

Overcome with emotion, Father Lin also blurted out a bold claim.

But at this moment, Mrs. Lin couldn’t be bothered to contradict him, the entire section where Linhu Village villagers were seated burst into cheers.

"Tomorrow, have Lin Chen come to the Martial Affairs Office, but for today, let him celebrate properly," Su Lingchuan instructed those beside him as he stood up.

Su Lingchuan knew that summoning Lin Chen at this moment wasn’t suitable. This contest watched by the entire town needed its final applause.

Su Lingchuan and He Ruyun left, followed by the martial artists and dignitaries behind them.

Although these people didn’t exchange words with Lin Chen, each had their thoughts, and the first thing they’d do upon leaving was to investigate Lin Chen’s background.

Students from the various martial arts halls also began to disperse; today’s competition would certainly be etched in their memories.

"Lin Chen, today you don’t need to return to the martial arts hall; go home with your parents."

Kong Yinglei, seeing Lin Chen’s gaze towards Linhu Village, sensibly gave this instruction before striding away with the students of the Jingshui Martial Arts Hall.

As the crowd dispersed, the officials and soldiers maintaining order from the government office also left, but Lin Xiuyong stood there frowning deeply.

The victory of Young Master Lin left him astonished, but more urgently, those two letters hadn’t been found yet.

This was something Young Master Lin had instructed; if those two letters weren’t found, how could he explain to Young Master Lin?

"Chief You, there’s something I need to report to you."

After much deliberation, Lin Xiuyong finally approached You Siqi, ready to depart, and carefully recounted the matter.

"No need to look for those two letters anymore."

Seeing Lin Xiuyong’s confused expression, You Siqi said meaningfully, "Not long ago, someone found the government office officials and said they picked up two letters, but those letters have already been taken by the Martial Affairs Office. You just need to inform Young Master Lin."

"The Martial Affairs Office took them?"

Though puzzled, Lin Xiuyong wasn’t foolish. Seeing the expression on Chief You’s face, he knew there was likely more going on, involving the Martial Affairs Office and Young Master Lin—matters beyond the reach of someone like him.