The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

The exchange between the two seemed evenly matched, and Qu Luo's dangerous intuition and efficient killing moves, which stemmed from life-or-death struggles, appeared more eye-catching and practical compared to Mo Lan's moves, which still bore traces of classroom teaching and were somewhat flashy.

But Mei Ye clearly saw that if things continued, Qu Luo would inevitably fall into a disadvantageous position.

The reason is simple: Moran's learning and progress are too fast!
Her moves are becoming more streamlined and flexible at a visible pace, discarding the flashy and impractical parts.

Moreover, once she has digested, absorbed, and mastered a certain move, she immediately begins to change moves, trying new combinations and fighting styles, as if she is never satisfied with the status quo and is always exploring and breaking through.

Most importantly, she has not used any magic skills, which means she is deliberately honing her martial arts skills.

One relies solely on instinct, which, while efficient, is almost stagnant; the other consciously treats every encounter as a whetstone, rapidly improving through continuous trial and error and adjustments.

Over time, the difference in quality will become clear.

Mei Ye saw the problem and spoke up to stop it at the right time.

The two separated immediately.

Moran was slightly out of breath, with sweat on his forehead, but his face was filled with a satisfied and rewarding smile, clearly having benefited greatly from the exchange just now.

Qu Luo seemed to have all her strength and pitiful courage drained away in an instant. She stood to the side with her head down, letting out a long, quiet sigh of relief. She was extremely grateful that she hadn't accidentally hurt her classmate again, thus avoiding the worst possible outcome.

Teacher Meiye nodded to Moran first:

"You should already be aware of your own problem."

From classroom learning to practical application, from mastery to proficiency, this process of adjustment is necessary.

I won't say anything more; just find more opportunities to practice and reflect on it yourself.

Her comments were concise, because she knew Moran could fully understand and adjust on her own.

Then, she turned her gaze to Qu Luo, who seemed to want to hide in the shadows, and her tone became more serious:
"Qu Luo, your combat experience is indeed far beyond that of your peers, and your combat instincts and talents are also quite sharp."

However, if you rely solely on the instincts honed in life-or-death situations, it will be difficult to go far in combat.

The combat moves and techniques passed down from our ancestors are the crystallization of wisdom refined through countless trials.

Relying solely on self-exploration and understanding leads to slow progress and makes it difficult to break through bottlenecks.

I strongly suggest you attend a few of the various courses offered by the school.

How do you know if you need it if you don't try it?
Even just some systematic training can definitely take your control over your abilities to the next level and allow your outstanding instincts to exert greater power.

I hope you understand that true strength comes from the perfect combination of innate intuition and systematic learning.

Seeing Qu Luo with her head down, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, and not saying a word, Mei Ye knew that the child hadn't quite grasped the situation and was somewhat resistant to her suggestion.

It seems that reasoning alone won't work!

After a moment's thought, Mei Ye made a decision: "How about this, you two fight one more time."

She turned to Moran, her gaze serious, and emphasized, "Don't use her to practice moves this time. Go all out."

"!?!" Qu Luo looked up in surprise at Teacher Mei Ye, then subconsciously glanced at Mo Lan, who had instantly entered a state of high alert. She had just easily blocked all of Mo Lan's attacks; in her eyes, Mo Lan's moves had too many flaws. She didn't think she couldn't beat Mo Lan; in fact, she vaguely felt that if she went all out, the battle should have been over long ago.

Why would the teacher say that?

Although they didn't understand, the teacher had given the order, and Moran on the other side had already entered battle mode.

Seeing this, Qu Luo had no choice but to grip the short dagger tightly again, take a deep breath, forcefully suppress her reluctance, and prepare to deal with Moran's attack.

"start!"

As soon as Teacher Meiye finished speaking, Moran's figure shot forward like an arrow, far exceeding the speed before. His sword strikes were sharp and domineering, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure!
Qu Luo's pupils contracted slightly, and her body reacted instinctively once again, calculating the distance, preparing to dodge, block, and then look for an opening to counterattack, just like before...

However, just as she was focused on Moran's trajectory, something unexpected happened!
A burst of extremely dazzling, blazing white light exploded before her eyes without warning, the light so intense that it instantly engulfed her vision.

Qu Luo felt a white blur before her eyes, and she could see nothing at all!

The sudden loss of sight terrified her, and her movements inevitably became hesitant and flustered.

She could only rely on her hearing and other senses to barely determine the direction of the attack, desperately retreating while swinging her short daggers in an attempt to block it.

Just as her vision began to clear and blurry, she saw Moran's blade almost slashing right in front of her!
She quickly dodged to the side, her left hand narrowly deflecting the blade with a short dagger, while her right hand instinctively thrust the short dagger toward Moran's seemingly wide-open waist at almost the same time.

This is her honed instinct for counterattack—fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Just as the short spike was about to pierce through, Moran did not dodge as nimbly as before, as if his reaction was half a beat slower.

"Oh no!" Qu Luo's heart sank. She had no intention of seriously injuring her classmate! But it was too late to stop!
However, the moment the short dagger touched Moran's waist, the "Moran" she stabbed vanished into thin air like a phantom!
It was as if it had only pierced a wisp of air.

At the same time, a cold touch silently pressed against her bare neck.

Qu Luo froze, her eyes wide with shock as she slowly lowered her head.

A training dagger was held firmly against her throat, the chill emanating from its blade sending shivers down her spine.

And Moran, without anyone noticing, appeared behind her like a ghost, her breathing steady, with a hint of a smile.

"Qu Luo," Moran's voice rang in her ear, tinged with a hint of smugness, "you lost!"

Qu Luo froze on the spot, her neck and ears flushed red with embarrassment and lingering fear. But at this moment, she completely disregarded her shyness, abruptly turning around and no longer caring about avoiding Mo Lan's gaze, anxiously asking:

"You... how did you just do that?"

That white light, that suddenly vanished figure... all of this was completely beyond her comprehension.

Moran sheathed his dagger, smiled, and patiently explained:
"It's very simple. It's just the white flashing of the thorny fluorescent insect, the faint phantom of the phantom leopard cat, and a little bit of footwork and psychological tactics."

She carefully analyzed the tactics she had just used: "The way I rushed over looked like I was going all out, right? Actually, it was mainly to attract all your attention and make you ignore the fact that I secretly used the White Light Flash skill."

Bright light can not only blind, but also conceal the movement of my faint illusion. (End of Chapter)