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The moment Chang Kong Daoist fainted, nearby observing Daoists immediately rushed forward to support him.

At the same time, several young Daoists couldn't help but glare angrily at Uekawa Jishou.

"The martial arts exchange is merely a sparring session; why did you resort to such harsh methods?"

"Were you trying to kill Brother Chang Kong?"

Faced with the scolding and surrounding commotion, Uekawa Jishou remained utterly unmoved, shrugging nonchalantly in response: "Fists and kicks have no eyes. Since this Daoist chose to compete, he should have been prepared for injury."

An arrogant young martial artist, whose identity even the Three Lakes observers did not know, suddenly mocked: "Is this the extent of Wudang's abilities? The first martial artist they sent couldn't even withstand three moves. If your abilities are weak, don't step up. Lose and acknowledge it; why blame us instead?"

"You!"

The surrounding Wudang Daoists, upon hearing this, became instantly more infuriated, unable to resist loudly refuting, making the scene exceedingly chaotic.

There were clear signs that a disagreement was about to erupt into a fight.

"Enough!"

At this moment, a muffled voice called out from the crowd, and the entire scene quieted down instantly, clearly indicating the speaker's high standing in Wudang.

Wang Longhu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall, slim, and gray-bearded old Daoist.

He appeared to be a generation older than the Celestial Martial Arts Daoist.

"This is a martial arts exchange between two nations. A loss is a loss, and one should admit it. Your behavior is lackluster, unbecoming. Is it that you can't accept defeat?" the old Daoist said calmly.

"Master Xuanzhen!" someone protested, looking reluctantly at the old Daoist.

"Be quiet. Don't let others laugh at Wudang," the old Daoist snorted coldly, and immediately no one dared to express their opinions anymore.

"What do you think of that person's technique just now?" At this moment, the Celestial Martial Arts Daoist asked Wang Longhu.

"His throws are very skillful, with a system different from both our internal and external boxing, resembling wrestling techniques," Wang Longhu pondered and then expressed his opinion.

The Celestial Martial Arts Daoist nodded: "The Tianshen Shinyang Style is the weaponized wrestling technique of the Japanese. In our Tang Dynasty, we had 'jiao di,' but it was merely a skill performance of two people testing their strength. In the Qing Dynasty, it evolved through the court's Buku, the Shanpu Camp, and the lineage of our martial artists to modern wrestling.

But the Japanese are different; they've long systematized their wrestling techniques for lethal purposes. If our martial arts are the hard, then their judo is the soft. Without dark force, it's hard to deal with a master."

Wang Longhu nodded in deep agreement.

Wrestling is a form of martial arts that involves using various techniques and methods to throw the opponent to win. Sumo and judo fall under this category.

In ancient times, it was a form of entertainment between warriors, rarely used by martial artists to kill.

Because if one can kill with a single punch, there's no need to waste time throwing the opponent down and then killing them, which is superfluous.

However, the Japanese have developed a new path in wrestling, merging many different combat styles to create a lethal art of wrestling.

For someone like Uekawa Jishou, if it weren't for the martial arts exchange, the recent throw could have directly killed Chang Kong Daoist.

"The Japanese who came this time are all powerful martial artists. Of those currently available to fight for Wudang, from my perspective, some can match the Japanese but cannot assure victory.

Moreover, the last Japanese martial artist, his strength leaves me puzzled. Young man, you came to Wudang this time only to learn the Fishing Toad Force, didn't you?"

The Celestial Martial Arts Daoist leisurely spoke and then suddenly changed the subject.

"Uh... what?" Wang Longhu was stunned.

"Changfeng, take off your robe, boy, this martial arts exchange, our Zhenwu Temple actually has a participant slot, but because all capable individuals are unavailable, and sending someone like Changfeng would just become a punching bag, I gave it up.

If you're willing to represent Zhenwu Temple and win the match, I have a way to teach you the Fishing Toad Force method," the Celestial Martial Arts Daoist whispered.

Wang Longhu was surprised; he hadn't expected that even with Tianle Daoist absent, he would still have access to Wudang Fishing Toad Force.

The opportunity was right before him, and naturally, there was no reason not to seize it.

"Alright," Wang Longhu regained his senses and agreed without hesitation.

"Me, undress?" Changfeng was incredulous, with so many fellow disciples around, asking him to remove his robe, leaving only an undergarment.

Though they were all men, it still wasn't proper.

"Just undress when you're told. What, my words have no weight now?" The Celestial Martial Arts Daoist glared.

Changfeng Daoist had no choice but to reluctantly remove his robe and hand it to Wang Longhu.

As the martial arts exchange between Wudang and the Japanese, only Wudang martial artists could compete. Although Wang Longhu wasn't a Wudang Daoist, with the robe on and the Celestial Martial Arts Daoist's approval, no one would have much to say.

After all, the Celestial Martial Arts Daoist's seniority in Wudang placed him as a mainstay apart from the previous old Daoist, who represented a generation of Wudang disciples.

"Zhenwu Temple is sending someone to compete."

Watching Wang Longhu clumsily don the robe, appearing disheveled and not serious, the Celestial Martial Arts Daoist suddenly spoke loudly.

This shout instantly drew everyone's attention, including that of the old Daoist and the Japanese exchange group at the edge of the arena.

This exchange was supposed to consist of ten participants from each side, and Wudang's slot, previously abandoned by the Celestial Martial Arts Daoist of Zhenwu Temple, had been filled by others.

Suddenly deciding to send someone disrupted Wudang's arrangements.

More importantly, other Daoist temples' Wudang disciples were aware of Zhenwu Temple's situation.

Who was the Celestial Martial Arts Daoist sending? Changfeng? It's obviously impossible since Changfeng's strength is not superior to peers like Chang Kong.

With even Chang Kong losing, sending Changfeng would waste a slot and bring disgrace.

"Celestial Martial Arts, what do you mean by this?" the previous old Daoist frowned and asked.

"Master Xuanzhen, this is a disciple Tianle has taken in over the years; logically, he counts as a part of Wudang. His participation shouldn't be against the rules." The Celestial Martial Arts Daoist smiled.

"Tianle? Is he still alive?" the old Daoist Xuanzhen asked, shocked upon hearing this.

Tianle's years-long disappearance during his travels was known to all of Wudang.

With no news for so many years, everyone assumed Tianle had died elsewhere, yet today it was revealed he had taken on a disciple. How could one not be surprised?

"Household matters can wait, Uncle-Master. Let Longhu take the stage first, after Chang Kong," the Celestial Martial Arts Daoist said.

Every Wudang disciple present scrutinized Wang Longhu with curiosity, evaluating this unexpected figure.

Wudang had lost to the Japanese several times, making this year's event particularly important. Despite the slim chance of victory, everyone hoped the strongest disciples would be fielded.

Would Wang Longhu, entering midway, possess such strength?

"Your temple already had a slot; since you plan to participate, we'll follow your lead," the old Daoist Xuanzhen glanced at Wang Longhu, a trace of expectation in his eyes, and agreed promptly.

Seeing Wang Longhu exuding vigor, with eyes like torches, the old Daoist Xuanzhen could easily discern his solid foundation.

Though he hadn't seen his moves, his strength certainly ranked above Chang Kong Daoist's. Regardless of whether he was truly Tianle's disciple, having such a martial artist represent Wudang was advantageous.

"Then, Celestial Martial Arts Daoist, I'll do my best," Wang Longhu said, holding the robe's lapel, as he slowly walked toward the arena.

Uekawa Jishou, who injured Chang Kong Daoist, fixed his gaze on Wang Longhu, eyes turning serious.

The Japanese had already researched Wudang's formidable middle-generation martial artists before coming, with experts analyzing each person's strengths and weaknesses.

Thus, Uekawa Jishou was equipped with knowledge and understanding, yet this sudden emergence of Wang Longhu, unknown to him, posed a dilemma.

Could this be Wudang's trump card, brought out after losing so many martial arts exchanges?

Uekawa Jishou instinctively glanced at the Japanese exchange group, at the mysterious young martial artist unknown to Three Lakes, and felt a sense of reassurance.

"With Mr. Datian here, regardless of Wudang's trump cards, they're no match for us."

Wang Longhu stood before Uekawa Jishou and said calmly, "I am Wang Longhu, please instruct me."