Comprehensive Martial Arts: Starting the Game in Snow Moon City

Chapter 309: The Confucian disciple is a dark horse. He can be low-key but he can’t be a loser!

The first one to go on stage was a disciple of Emperor Ruzong. No one had expected that Emperor Ruzong, who had never competed with others, would suddenly send his disciple to go on stage first.

Although the Confucian disciple in front of him had an ordinary appearance, he had a smiling face and his every move was very decent. He had a sense of ease and comfort.

"Imperial Academy disciple Xia Song is willing to challenge the first round."

Sikong Changfeng approached Xie Xuan with some doubt.

"How come I've never heard of such a person in the Confucian sect? And he graduated from the Imperial Academy. Since he dared to be the first to challenge, it means he must have some ability."

Xie Xuan also looked up and was surprised when he saw Xia Song, but this surprise was immediately suppressed.

"He has read thousands of books and is a good kid, but the Imperial College may not be willing to let him go."

When Sikong Changfeng heard what Xie Xuan said, he probably had an idea.

"It's impossible for the Imperial College to forcibly prevent others from leaving."

As soon as Xia Song came on the court, Lin Heng nodded thoughtfully. He only needed to take a glance to see that this young man had some talent.

However, although he is a disciple of Confucianism, he is not as kind as he appears.

The one competing with Xia Song was a disciple of Leimen.

As soon as this disciple of Lei Men came on the stage, Lei Wujie's eyes widened.

"No, that's impossible!"

No wonder Lei Wujie was so surprised. Even Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows and turned to give Lin Heng a look.

Lin Heng immediately understood. Ever since the feud between the Lei Clan and the Tang Clan broke out, both sides had suffered some losses.

Among the younger generations of the Lei family today, the ones who can take on important responsibilities are the Eight Horses of the Lei Clan, and they have been practicing the orthodox martial arts of the Lei family since childhood.

It can be said that it would take the Lei family more than ten or twenty years and a lot of manpower and material resources to cultivate such a talent.

And people trained in this way will never betray the Lei family.

Now, the leader of the Eight Steeds of Thunder Gate has come to participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival in Snow Moon City.

I believe everyone present knows what this Hundred Flowers Festival means.

I don’t know whether the Lei family is willing to do so.

Xia Song turned around and saluted his opponent.

"Brother Lei, it is an honor to be able to face off against the leader of the famous Eight Horses of the Thunder Clan today."

At this time, the gongs and drums sounded, and the competition officially began.

However, if it really comes to a literary duel, I believe that few people would be able to match Ru Zong.

The disciples of the Confucian school were basically selected for their broad knowledge and proficiency in the six etiquettes of a gentleman, such as rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics. Some places under the jurisdiction of the imperial court even required disciples to have a good background.

As the Imperial College was an official institution of learning, the disciples who could graduate from it were naturally not illiterate.

Lei Wujie clenched his fists nervously. He still didn't understand why his senior brother came to attend the Hundred Flowers Festival.

Why did he go on stage so openly?

The Lei family and Xueyue City are indeed on good terms, but if they win, wouldn’t that be treason?

Xiao Se drank a cup of tea leisurely, and when he saw Lei Wujie's expression, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Why are you in such a hurry? The outcome has not yet been decided. It's not time to reveal everything yet."

"But Brother Lei, you may not really want to win. Maybe you just want to challenge him, or shake up the place."

"But in my opinion, he may not win this time..."

When Lei Wujie heard this, he felt a little dissatisfied.

"Then you don't know what the Eight Horses of the Thunder Gate mean to the Lei family. How could Senior Brother lose?"

"This Xia kid looks like an unknown person. Even if he can win in a literary duel, it probably won't be so easy when it comes to a physical duel."

After listening to it, Wuxin immediately said "hmm" with the ending tone raised, as if expressing his doubts.

"Do you really think so?"

While they were whispering to each other, the result of the literary duel had already come out.

As a student of the Imperial Academy, Xia Song was well-read and could handle various test questions with ease. He was also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The topic "wind, flowers, snow and moon do not compete for spring" did not stump him at all.

Sikong Changfeng could not help but nodded. This kid spoke very logically, and he also had a bit of open-mindedness and youthfulness. He was a good candidate. If his martial arts skills were better, he could indeed be tried.

Lei Wujie sighed.

"As expected, when it comes to studying, I still can't compare to these scholars."

At the beginning of the fight, the disciples of Leimen had the upper hand, but the situation gradually reversed.

As the punches and moves clashed, the strength of the Eight Horses of Thunder Gate was gradually consumed, and their attack was not as sharp as at the beginning.

Moreover, he had been intending to give in, and he actually gave in a few moves later on. However, he was soon forced to fight back with all his strength by the palm techniques in front of him.

However, the opponent's movements were getting faster and faster, to the point where he was almost impossible to catch. Sweat began to form on his forehead, and then he felt the wind moving around him, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

When I turned my head again, I found that the other person's palm had reached my neck.

This competition was completely lost.

He immediately bowed to Xia Song.

"I didn't expect that the people of the Confucian sect also have such good kung fu. Brother Xia's moves are very powerful. I lost."

Lei Wujie opened his eyes wide.

"How did you lose?"

Wuxin chuckled and explained to him.

"One palm, two suppressions. This move is a powerful enemy of hearing the sound and determining the position. Your brother's defeat was not unfair. His opponent was too smart!"

Lin Heng was somewhat interested in this person.

"He has decent talent and decent moves. After he wins three games, we might as well consider keeping him."

"I'm sure neither the Confucian sect nor the Imperial Academy will have any objections..."

Since Lin Heng said so, Sikong Changfeng immediately made the decision.

"Then listen to Xiaoyao Sword Immortal."

Everyone below looked at each other in surprise. They didn't expect that the first winner would be a disciple of Ru Zong. Over the years, Ru Zong has always been low-key and basically would not steal the limelight at any grand event.

Now the Confucian sect has produced a black horse.

Laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

Although they had been sitting nearby and some of their views might have been blocked by others, they could clearly see that the Confucian disciple named Xia Song had entered the free and easy heaven realm.

It can be seen that he has just entered the realm and his state is not very stable yet, but he can control his power freely.

This Confucian disciple has something.

This also shows that the younger generation of Confucian scholars were not as obscure as they appear.

It’s okay to be low-key, but you can’t be really bad!

Fortunately, the people under their command are not necessarily that bad.