The Martial Arts World is Full of Experts Chapter 58

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When Ke Xingwen heard Lu Yanfeng say he wanted to challenge Lu Zhaoming, he looked extremely nervous.

He pulled Lu Yanfeng's arm, dragging him aside, whispering.

Zhang Xiaoyuan saw what he was talking about from above Ke Xingwen's head.

"Junior Martial Uncle, be careful," Ke Xingwen swallowed, "that Lu Zhaoming, he's highly skilled."

Lu Yanfeng: "You can trust me. Though I'm not good at talking, at least I excel in swordsmanship."

He ranked thirty-first in the martial arts world, an accomplishment he could be proud of at his age.

"I certainly believe in Junior Martial Uncle's swordsmanship," Ke Xingwen said nervously. "But that’s not the issue. It's that Lu Zhaoming, he's just a freak!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "......"

Huh?

Eldest Senior Brother's moves were ruthless, but how did he become a freak?

Ke Xingwen: "You don't know, Junior Martial Uncle! He particularly enjoys kicking people's buttocks!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "......"

Ke Xingwen: "During the martial arts conference, he kicked at least a dozen people down! All aimed at their buttocks!"

Lu Yanfeng wore a perplexed expression. "Is that so?"

It seemed like Ke Xingwen recalled some unpleasant memories. He couldn't help but straighten his back, adjusting his posture as he said, "It's definitely not a one-time thing. It hurts a lot!"

Lu Yanfeng nodded in agreement. "He always resorts to kicking buttocks in a fight."

Ke Xingwen continued nodding. "Exactly! Junior Martial Uncle, be cautious. This move is extremely cunning!"

Lu Yanfeng: "So he even kicked Little Que'er's buttocks..."

Ke Xingwen: "Wait—what?!"

Lu Yanfeng, hearing this, nodded seriously. "So it is."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "......"

Zhang Xiaoyuan looked at Lu Yanfeng, sensing a strong aura of hostility emanating from him. His gaze towards Lu Zhaoming seemed to carry countless knives, as if he wished to nail Lu Zhaoming to this mountain path.

As for Lu Zhaoming...

Zhang Xiaoyuan observed Lu Zhaoming's head, where numbers continued to emerge.

「Four hundred seventy-one, four hundred seventy-two, four hundred seventy-three......」

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "......"

Lu Zhaoming was still counting the steps.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt both afraid and nervous.

He only knew that Eldest Senior Brother's martial arts ranked somewhere between third and fiftieth in the martial arts world.

Unaware of the exact ranking, and considering Lu Yanfeng's formidable position, Zhang Xiaoyuan was deeply worried about Eldest Senior Brother's safety in the current intense atmosphere.

Hua Liuque, limping alongside them, whispered, "I'm sorry..."

Lu Zhaoming coincidentally reached the count of five hundred, interrupting his step-counting endeavor. He commented, "It doesn't matter. It's been a while since I stretched my muscles."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Eldest Senior Brother, the martial arts conference just ended..."

Lu Zhaoming lowered his voice. "Is he considered the future master of Scattered Blossom Palace?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "If we go by Mei Leng'an's intentions, it should be so."

Lu Zhaoming nodded. "Alright, I won't kick his buttocks then."

Zhang Xiaoyuan paused for a moment before coming to his senses. Pei Junze and Lu Zhaoming had discussed that kicking buttocks, though meant to prevent severe injuries, looked quite unsightly. It was better to avoid such methods when dealing with esteemed elders.

Lu Zhaoming began contemplating where to start the match.

Zhang Xiaoyuan remained nervous.

Leaning closer to Lu Zhaoming, he whispered, "Eldest Senior Brother, he ranks thirty-first in the martial arts world. He's already considered an extraordinary expert."

Lu Zhaoming nodded. "Hmm."

"And it seems he has some misunderstanding about you. I'm afraid he might go all out." Zhang Xiaoyuan furrowed his brow. "Shouldn't we postpone this match..."

Hua Liuque also nodded continuously, agreeing with Zhang Xiaoyuan. "Eldest Senior Brother, let me explain to him and persuade him to stop these inexplicable actions."

Lu Zhaoming: "Aren't you afraid of him for some reason?"

Hua Liuque: "What..."

Lu Zhaoming: "I see you don't want to talk to him, yet he's bothering you."

Hua Liuque furrowed his brow slightly. "He has a peculiar temper, and his speech is odd. I am indeed somewhat afraid of him."

Lu Zhaoming nodded. "Alright."

Zhang Xiaoyuan subtly felt something was amiss.

He grabbed Lu Zhaoming's arm and asked, "Eldest Senior Brother, what are you planning to do?"

"I can't kick his buttocks," Lu Zhaoming said, "but if I break his leg, he won't bother Hua Liuque anymore."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "......"

Hua Liuque: "???"

......

Standing a few steps away, Lu Zhaoming leisurely unsheathed his sword, holding the scabbard in his other hand, his gaze still focused on Lu Yanfeng's legs.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that Lu Zhaoming might be contemplating which leg to target.

Zhang Xiaoyuan sighed.

"Today is just a friendly match," Mei Leng'an emphasized repeatedly, "stop when I say so, and absolutely no harm to anyone's life."

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt Mei Leng'an's words were intentionally directed at Lu Yanfeng.

He was genuinely afraid.

As the match was about to begin, Zhang Xiaoyuan turned his head, nervously watching Lu Yanfeng.

Words flickered above Lu Yanfeng's head.

「Lu Yanfeng, ranked thirty-first in the martial arts world, self-restricting one hand, movements limited, voluntarily dropping in ranking to forty-first.」

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "......"

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that he could probably skip the rest.

Meanwhile, words appeared above Lu Zhaoming's head again: "Extremely lucky."

As long as he wanted to target someone's leg, he would surely succeed.

......

"Enough!" Mei Leng'an urgently halted the two. "Stop the match!"

Lu Yanfeng, in pain and covered in cold sweat, didn't utter a word. Bending down to pick up his sword, he looked at Lu Zhaoming with a changed expression. "Impressive skill."

Lu Zhaoming, seemingly unaffected by the pain, sheathed his sword and bowed to Lu Yanfeng. "Thanks for sparing me, Elder."

These were the words Zhang Xiaoyuan had just taught him before entering the match. He had to say them regardless of the outcome, preserving some face for Scattered Blossom Palace.

Ke Xingwen and several Scattered Blossom Palace disciples rushed over to inspect Lu Yanfeng's injuries. Surprisingly, he could still walk, though he leaned on the ground with only the tip of his foot, showing signs of extreme discomfort.

Lu Yanfeng became the first person Zhang Xiaoyuan witnessed injuring Lu Zhaoming.

Afraid of applying too much pressure on the wound and causing pain to Lu Zhaoming, Zhang Xiaoyuan covered the wound with gauze for a moment. The bleeding persisted. Lu Zhaoming finished speaking with Hua Liuque and, reaching out, took the gauze from Zhang Xiaoyuan's hand, placing it precisely on Zhang Xiaoyuan's palm. "If you want to stop the bleeding, you need to apply more pressure."

Zhang Xiaoyuan said, "I'm afraid it will hurt you..."

"I don't feel pain." Lu Zhaoming pressed Zhang Xiaoyuan's hand to demonstrate the proper pressure for stemming the blood. "You don't need to worry."

Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't know what to say. His martial arts skills were weak. During the earlier exchange between Lu Zhaoming and Lu Yanfeng, he didn't see the move clearly, but it was evident that Lu Zhaoming intentionally exposed a weakness to lure Lu Yanfeng into it.

If this tactic were used against someone of similar or lower skill level, it might be effective. However, daring to do so against Lu Yanfeng, Zhang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but blurt out, "Too dangerous!"

"Even if you tell him, he won't understand," Jiang Jianyu said, rummaging through his bag for medicinal powder. He continued casually, "Eldest Senior Brother likes to take risks."

Cao Zilian seemed to have just come to his senses. "This martial arts skill is truly incredible..."

Hua Liuque, as if awakening from a daze, slowly spoke, "Did he really break it?"

Lu Zhaoming shook his head. "I didn't intend to break his leg. At most, he'll feel pain for a few days. It shouldn't have affected the bones or tendons."

But before they left Scattered Blossom Palace, Lu Yanfeng would probably be acquainted with a cane.

"Remarkable precision," Hua Liuque admired deeply. "You must have broken many legs before."

"Not many," Lu Zhaoming answered seriously. "You're the first."

Hua Liuque: "......"