Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 162 Indeed, poison skills do have their advantages.
For the next few days, Zhao Rui stayed in Zibo City, teaching his younger brother Zhao Ke martial arts.

This time, Zhao Ke was taught the Five Poison Palm technique, which was copied from the Guixu Grandmaster.

Zhao Rui gave him three choices: the Great Asura Demon Palm, the Blazing Rock Palm, and this Five Poisons Divine Palm.

As a result, Zhao Ke said he didn't like fighting, and that poisoning would be more interesting.

What could Zhao Rui say? He could only hope that in the future, the title of "Five Poison Child" wouldn't be attached to his younger brother.

As for his girlfriend, Zhao Rui was generous and taught her an advanced martial arts technique that he had copied from a student at the martial arts school.

Seeing that Zhao Rui could casually display so many powerful martial arts skills, Shao Qianwen was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

Putting everything else aside, just by listing these martial arts techniques online for teaching and selling, Zhao Rui could make a fortune.

But he passed it on to me so easily.

Are all grandmasters this arrogant?

Zhao Ke has the brains to practice martial arts, but his meridians were blocked before, preventing him from generating internal energy.

Now that Zhao Rui has forcibly opened up the passage, there are naturally no more obstacles.

This teaching lasted for a week.

Zhao Rui rarely left his home, spending his time either practicing martial arts himself or teaching his two younger brothers.

Then one day, Zhao Ke called, and Shao Qianwen's sobbing voice came through the phone: "Brother, Zhao Ke has been beaten up!"

Zhao Rui was startled and immediately drove over.

When he arrived at the school gate, several security guards tried to stop him, but Zhao Rui used his Enchanting Immortal Technique to force his way in.

When they arrived at the place Shao Qianwen had mentioned, Zhao Rui immediately saw his younger brother sitting on the steps, covering his nose, blood streaming down his face.

He parked his car and quickly walked over.

"what happened?"

Suppressing his anger, Zhao Rui reached out and pressed a few acupoints on the man's body to stop the bleeding, then asked in a cold voice.

He knew his younger brother wasn't the type to cause trouble; he'd always lacked a sense of security and, like him, was afraid of getting into trouble.

His family was of average means and he had no powerful connections, so why would he want to cause trouble?

They usually avoid those menacing-looking guys, for fear of provoking them.

"I don't know. Qianwen and I came to the cafeteria for lunch after class, and a student insisted that I had knocked over his things..."

"I apologized, but he still wouldn't let it go. Then a few more people jumped out and beat me up."

Zhao Ke said with a wronged expression.

"Aren't you going to fight back?"

"Did you learn martial arts for nothing?"

Zhao Rui said with dissatisfaction, "If you teach martial arts but don't use them, what's the point of learning them?"

"I...I used it..."

Zhao Ke said hesitantly.

"You used it? That's good. It's okay to lose, just keep practicing!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui's expression softened considerably. Losing is not a big deal; the most important thing is that you have to dare to fight.

"Hehe! Ouch!"

Zhao Ke tried to smile, but the movement pulled at the wound on her face, causing her to wince in pain.

Where are those people?

Zhao Rui looked around and saw that apart from a few students pointing and watching the commotion from the outside, there was no one else.

"When I called you, they ran away and told us to wait."

Shao Qianwen quickly said.

"Ran?"

"They've been poisoned, and I... I haven't learned how to cure poison!"

"..."

Zhao Rui was embarrassed!
No wonder they ran away; if they hadn't, their younger brother would have been the one beating them up.

Indeed, poison skills do have their advantages.

"That's him, Third Brother!"

Just as Zhao Rui was about to take his younger brother to the infirmary, an angry voice rang out.

Then a boy with bruises and a swollen nose arrived with a group of people.

Their target is precisely this side.

Clearly, the person in charge has brought back reinforcements.

The crowd couldn't help but whisper among themselves upon seeing these people.

"It's the martial arts team. This guy's in trouble. He actually messed with the martial arts team."

"Exactly, no wonder they're so arrogant, they have the backing of the martial arts team."

Zhao Rui was speechless as he listened to these people's words. Were the members of the Dongqi University Martial Arts Team really that arrogant in other people's eyes?
That's probably true too.

He just wasn't arrogant, so he didn't pay attention to these things.

"Which college are you from? How could you be so ruthless?"

The leader of the group immediately accused Zhao Ke of a serious crime.

He wasn't a reckless person.

Having already dealt with the younger one, the older one has now appeared. Zhao Rui was too lazy to bother with such matters. Before the other party could finish speaking, he moved in a flash and stood directly in front of him.

While the other party was stunned, he reached out and swiftly struck several pressure points, immobilizing everyone.

It still uses the mirage finger.

Once this thing is used, the technique will generate itself and continue indefinitely. If it cannot be untied, not only will movement be restricted, but internal energy will also be continuously lost.

I hate being labeled!

Amidst the stunned silence of the onlookers, Zhao Rui darted back to Zhao Ke's side and said, "Go find your teacher!"

After saying that, he asked Zhao Ke to lead the way towards the college's office building.

The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment, having expected a good show to unfold.

How did it end so quickly?

Don't we even need to argue about polite formalities?
Moreover, he's incredibly fast; it seems the martial arts team has finally met their match.

Some bored people followed along out of curiosity, wanting to see how things would ultimately be handled.

In Zhao Ke's office.

After hearing what had happened, the counselor looked embarrassed and awkward, and tried to smooth things over by saying:

"The martial arts team is always known for being arrogant, but it's not a big deal. Let's give them a break. The teacher will talk to their coach. Don't worry."

"Teacher, are you sure?"

Zhao Rui countered with a question.

“This student, I know you’re angry because your brother is injured, but our school’s martial arts team has always been rather… well, rather protective of its own.”

"The counselor sighed."

He was just a junior counselor.

There have been precedents before, so what's the point of filing a complaint?

"Okay. I'll ask my brother for a few days off. He needs to rest for a while because of his injury."

"no problem."

The counselor immediately nodded in agreement, saying that as long as he wasn't allowed to negotiate with the martial arts team, even a week's leave wouldn't be a problem.

Zhao Rui nodded, then led Zhao Ke out of the office building, got into the car, and drove straight out of the campus.

Not long after they left.

A group of martial arts team members surrounded a dozen or so people who looked like wooden stakes, completely bewildered, unable to even find a way to attack.

"Coach, you can't apply pressure to these acupoints!"

A rather handsome young man walked up to a middle-aged man with a serious expression.

Said in a deep voice.

"Even you can't solve it?"

The coach's eyes sharpened, and he walked straight up to the fleshy piles, reaching out to examine their bodies for a while.

After a long pause, he said with a gloomy expression, "What a powerful acupressure technique."

After saying that, he looked around: "Where did they go?"

A student who was watching immediately pointed to the office building in the distance and said, "They went to the School of Management's office building. It looks like they are freshmen from the School of Management."

"Let's go and have a look!"

After saying that, the coach led the way toward the management school office building in the distance.

"Coach, what should we do with them?"

One of the team members pointed to the people who were frozen in place and quickly asked.

"What do you mean, what should we do? Move them to a shady spot! You're going to bake them alive in the sun!"

"..."

Hearing this, the onlookers tried hard to suppress their laughter, but inside they were overjoyed. Finally, someone had taught the martial arts team a lesson.

A few minutes later.

The martial arts team coach, accompanied by several team members, stormed into counselor Zhao Ke's office.

Where are those people from earlier?

The coach immediately questioned him in an unfriendly tone.

"They're gone!"

"They're gone. Where did they go?"

"Coach Lu, these are all students, let's not make a scene, it's bad for the image. After all, it's our class that got beaten up!"

The counselor mustered up her courage and spoke up in Zhao Ke's defense.

"What do you mean you got beaten up? Give me your student's phone number right now!"

Coach Lu glared at him, annoyed.

With the revival of spiritual energy, Coach Lu's martial arts skills broke through the previous stage, and his prestige throughout the school was unparalleled.

"This! Let's talk this out."

"What the hell!"

Coach Lu grabbed the counselor by the collar and glared at him angrily.

The counselor was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he promptly gave Zhao Ke his contact information.

Coach Lu then had the team members call Zhao Ke and ask him to release the pressure points on these people.

After Zhao Ke received the call and listened for only a few words, Zhao Rui took the phone and said, "The punishment is enough. I will naturally release their pressure points."

"Then when are you going to wait?"

The team member said urgently.

"How about tomorrow at noon? Of course, if you can untie them earlier, they'll suffer less!"

After saying that, Zhao Rui hung up the phone.

"Brother, will everything be alright? Let's not make a scene!"

Zhao Ke said cautiously.

"Wouldn't it be better if it escalated?"

Zhao Rui smiled. If someone who has practiced martial arts to this level still cannot achieve mental clarity, then all those skills have been wasted!
Even if a master of the Dharma Aspect Realm were to come, he would still be invincible.

With the revival of spiritual energy, social order appears orderly, but beneath the surface, undercurrents are already surging.

The distribution of power, the division of classes, and the entanglement of interests have already been subtly changing.

Zhao Rui didn't want his younger brother to be provoked and beaten up every few days.

One punch is enough.

He said he would come to release the acupoints tomorrow at noon!

"He, he also said...if it were earlier..."

In the office, the martial arts team member who was on the phone said awkwardly.

"Alright, I heard everything."

Coach Lu's face was extremely gloomy.

He thought his martial arts skills had reached such a level that there was nothing in the entire school that he couldn't solve, except for an honorary professor from the Taishan School.

Now look what's happened; a single acupressure technique has him completely under control.

"Go, go back!"

Professor Lu, with a cold face, led his team back directly to the martial arts team.

If he can't solve it, wouldn't he lose face?

"This is?"

"It seems my student is quite something!"

Zhao Ke's counselor stared in disbelief as Coach Lu led his group away.

The training ground of the Zizhou University Martial Arts Team.

A dozen or so students stood side by side, looking exactly like wax figures or wooden sculptures, except for their breathing and the slight trembling of their skin and muscles.

Coach Lu stood behind a student with a serious expression, his palms pressed against the student's back.

He secretly channeled his inner energy through the opponent's eight extraordinary meridians, attempting to break the sealing technique.

"what happened?"

After running like this for more than half an hour, Coach Lu's face had turned ashen.

This sealing technique seems to have a soul; no matter how it is cleared, it will spontaneously generate and gradually grow stronger as soon as it comes into contact with true energy.

On the contrary, the more true energy is broken, the greater its sealing power becomes.

At the same time, it is constantly depleting the opponent's internal energy.

Only when all internal energy and true qi have dissipated will the person who was struck by the acupoints regain the ability to move.

But in doing so, it's like breaking through the void; you'll never be able to cultivate again.

No martial artist could withstand that.

"Coach, why don't we ask Master Zhang to take a look?"

One of the team members, who was on good terms with the one whose acupoints had been struck, couldn't help but speak up.

Coach Lu's eyes sharpened, and he glared at him fiercely.

The team member was so frightened that he lowered his head and didn't dare to raise it for a long time.

Just as Coach Lu was deep in thought, a group of middle-aged men escorted an old Taoist priest with a gray beard as he walked in.

Upon seeing this, the team members were overjoyed and quickly made way for each other.

"Coach Lu, what's wrong with these people? Such a big thing happened, and you didn't even tell me."

A middle-aged man spoke in a cold, authoritative voice, without showing any anger.

"Dean Wang, I'm trying to find a solution!"

Coach Lu replied in an unhappy tone, somewhat annoyed that the student had spoken up.

Such a big matter doesn't need the students to say anything.

It had already spread throughout the school.

"Were these people acupunctured? Who did it? Can't it be undoed?"

Dean Wang looked at these people and asked, puzzled.

As soon as he finished speaking, Coach Lu shut his mouth and didn't say a word.

How can I explain it?

That's not slapping him in the face.

"you say!"

Dean Wang pointed to the captain of the martial arts team next to him and asked in a deep voice.

He was, after all, the dean, and Coach Lu's behavior had already aroused his dissatisfaction.

It's fine for someone to be a little arrogant normally, but if they become so arrogant that they don't even listen to him...

Then their interest changed.

"Dean, I heard from them that he got into a conflict with a business administration student, and as a result, he was acupunctured and ended up like this."

The captain of the martial arts team said awkwardly.

It's a little embarrassing to say that.

"Business Administration? Have you spoken to their professors about it?"

"We've contacted them and made phone calls, but they said to let them suffer a bit before they release the pressure points tomorrow at noon."

Upon hearing this, Dean Wang frowned, clearly indicating that the other party was not someone to be trifled with.

He then looked at the Taoist priest beside him and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Taoist Priest Zhang, to give it a try."

Master Zhang stroked his beard, nodded, and strode over.

He reached out and grasped a person's pulse, secretly channeling his inner energy into their body.

A moment later, he struck the other person repeatedly with his palm, so fast that the onlookers couldn't even see him.

A few minutes later.

Master Zhang appeared, frowning as he said, "This technique is strange, resembling the finger techniques of the Demonic Sect, but its essence is upright and righteous, and it is a legitimate Taoist martial art. This old Taoist cannot quite grasp it for the time being."

"I'm afraid that prematurely releasing the acupoints might damage the foundation of these people's health!"

"Moreover, these people also have a kind of poison in their bodies. Although it is not deep, if it is left to fester, it may be harmful."

"The best course of action now is to contact the other party as soon as possible and resolve the issue if possible."

"I'm quite curious, which Taoist sect disciple possesses such attainments?"

According to others, the person who performed the acupressure was very young and looked like a student.

After listening, Dean Wang nodded and asked, "Where's the phone? Give it to me! I'll make the call!"

(End of this chapter)