Chapter 4: Blood Dragon Jade, Martial Saint Sect
A burst of red light instantly enveloped Chen Jie!
At that moment,
Chen Jie was unable to move; his entire body lost all control.
Soon, he felt a wave of dizziness in his head, his mind roaring.
Faintly, he heard the sounds of wind, thunder, and beastly roars—!
All sorts of noises flooded into his ears.
An illusion!?
Chen Jie struggled to stay conscious. Just as he felt himself about to lose awareness,
the “Blood Jade” in his hand suddenly heated up and vanished.
Hiss—
Such a strange scene made Chen Jie gasp sharply.
In the next second, the surrounding red glow transformed into a brilliant scarlet beam that pierced down from above his head.
It was like a five-clawed golden dragon radiating red light descending upon him.
In Chen Jie’s mind, a desolate voice echoed:
[Blood Dragon Jade activation complete. Martial Saint Gate unlocked.]
“What is this?” Chen Jie widened his eyes, feeling a bit dazed.
Buzz!
The next moment, his body emitted a red light, and a swirling portal of light appeared before him.
Inside the portal, the light spun continuously, seemingly devouring everything around it.
Chen Jie's body involuntarily stepped into the portal and vanished instantly.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a street paved with cobblestones.
At first glance, it resembled the “Ancient City” sets from a film studio.
The surrounding buildings were made of gray bricks, exuding an antique charm that evoked an indescribable feeling.
Before Chen Jie could fully gather his senses, the desolate voice echoed again in his mind:
[Blood Dragon Jade not activated. Martial Saint Gate awaiting activation!]
Chen Jie had no time to focus on the changing surroundings and quickly closed his eyes to check for abnormalities in his body.
At that moment,
he was astonished to discover a new “Blood Jade” in his mind!
No, more accurately, it was the [Blood Dragon Jade]!
On the Blood Dragon Jade were two lines of text:
[Martial Merit Points: 78!]
[Note: Activating the Martial Saint Gate consumes 100 Martial Merit Points!]
At this time, the Blood Dragon Jade in his mind was not activated, and the Martial Merit Points were insufficient.
After examining it for a while, Chen Jie was utterly shocked.
“Old Chen’s collection of this ‘Blood Dragon Jade’ can actually traverse between two realms?”
“The hole in the middle of the Blood Dragon Jade isn’t a defect, but a dimensional gate—the Martial Saint Gate!?”
Suddenly, Chen Jie remembered something, and his expression changed drastically.
How do I get back!?
It was fine when he came, but now he couldn’t return!
This was bad—Old Chen was still in the ICU of the hospital. If delayed for a few days, it would be a huge problem.
Chen Jie suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
No, that’s not right!
As long as he activates the Martial Saint Gate, he could return.
Activating it once required 100 Martial Merit Points, but he only had 78, so he couldn’t activate the Blood Dragon Jade.
Huff—
Having figured out this crucial point, Chen Jie exhaled, calming himself down.
How to obtain [Martial Merit Points]?
He didn’t know. The Blood Dragon Jade gave no further notes; it seemed he would have to figure it out himself.
Ding-ling—ding-ling—!
The sound of wind chimes came from the street.
Only then did Chen Jie turn his attention toward the street.
On the street,
many rickshaw pullers in coarse cloth clothing were dashing wildly with their rickshaws.
On both sides of the street were shops.
“What dynasty is this? No men with braided queues, so definitely not Qing, but there are rickshaws, and women are wearing qipaos?”
Chen Jie searched his memory but felt no historical dynasty matched what he saw.
The architectural style was quite similar to that of the Qing dynasty.
Chen Jie walked down the street, listening to the vendors’ calls, his heart filled with curiosity.
Clatter—!
Soon, he saw a crowd gathered at the end of the street.
Watching a spectacle was human nature, and Chen Jie was no exception.
At the street corner stood a fighting platform more than three meters high.
Beneath the platform, two groups of people had gathered.
One group wore the coarse cloth clothing of rickshaw pullers, while the other wore uniform blue garments.
“A martial contest?”
Chen Jie muttered quietly, looking up at the two people preparing to ascend the platform.
From the rickshaw pullers’ side, the challenger was a young man about 1.65 meters tall.
His gaze was calm, his demeanor very composed.
On the other side, a tall and burly man over 1.85 meters, surely weighing more than a hundred kilograms, prepared to step onto the platform.
In terms of physique, the two were not in the same league!
Though Chen Jie had never trained in martial arts, he enjoyed watching fight matches.
Whether UFC mixed martial arts, boxing, kickboxing, Muay Thai, or sanda championships, including domestic competitions like Wulin Feng and Kunlun Fight,
all fighting matches have weight classes; otherwise, the contest would be unfair.
A hundred-kilogram man versus a sixty-kilogram man in a fight?
That’s just bullying.
Strength, defense, even reach—none of it was comparable.
At this moment, the two fighters on the platform had at least a forty-kilogram weight difference.
What meaning did such a fight have?
Boom boom boom—boom boom boom—!
The war drums sounded, signaling the final preparations for the fight.
The atmosphere around became lively and charged.
“The head rickshaw puller of West Gate, Liu Qi, is said to have incredible leg skills, able to unleash seven kicks in one second, nicknamed 'Ghost Foot Qi.' I wonder if he can win?”
“Liu Qi’s martial arts have already broken into the Bronze Skin realm and he has mastered Ming Jin—it’s impressive!”
“Feilong’s martial arts have also reached the Bronze Skin realm; Liu Qi might not win!”
“I heard the Blue Clothes Sect has pledged allegiance to the ‘Taiping Company.’ Looks like they want to take over the West Gate Rickshaw Service.”
“The fight is about to start—!”
Hearing the voices around him, Chen Jie was dumbfounded.
Ghost Foot Qi?
Head of the West Gate Rickshaw Pullers!
Taiping Company?
Clang!
The gong sounded, officially starting the contest.
On the platform, Feilong pointed at the smaller Liu Qi, then drew his finger across his neck, his eyes radiating sharp killing intent.
At that moment,
the crowd around the platform erupted in cheers.
Chen Jie stood at a distance, watching the contest with great interest.
Liu Qi remained calm as he stepped onto the ring.
He glanced briefly at Feilong’s provocative gesture but showed no emotional reaction, as if he hadn’t seen it.
Swish!
Liu Qi took a half-step sideways and crouched low.
Ready to attack or defend!
Bang!
Feilong stomped his foot and launched his attack without hesitation.
He charged forward swiftly, delivering a sweeping kick like a battering ram.
Whoosh—!
The surrounding air seemed to whip into a hurricane, so fierce that many spectators could barely keep their eyes open.
At that moment,
Feilong was like a rampaging giant bear, his heavy leg sweeping relentlessly!
As he swept, he lowered both fists to shield his vital points with his arms.
Swish—
Liu Qi lightly touched the ground and swiftly retreated like a nimble leopard, his speed incredible.
Bang, bang, bang—!
Then,
Liu Qi’s leg techniques exploded rapidly, like a dragonfly skimming the water—touch and withdraw.
Each kick landed precisely at the critical moments of Feilong’s attack, timing so exquisite it amazed everyone.
The key was the speed; it was unbelievably agile, delivering an indescribable visual impact.
Not far from the ring,
Chen Jie stood with his mouth agape, utterly stunned!
His head was roaring, his throat seemingly clogged.
The fight on the platform had completely overturned his understanding!