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

Chapter 28 Martial Arts Talent
After giving his fellow students in the martial arts hall a pep talk about studying hard, Zhao Rui rode his bicycle away from the martial arts school.

Having made quite a bit of money recently, I figured I should at least buy myself a couple of stylish outfits.

Zhao Rui then turned the car around and drove straight to Taisheng Plaza in the city center.

This is a large commercial complex with a vast area, lined with shops and a wide variety of goods.

It is located in the most bustling commercial area of ​​the city, and there are many customers every day.

Zhao Rui locked his bicycle in the electric vehicle parking area and then walked towards the mall.

Tourists thronged the streets, and graceful women dressed in revealing outfits were a common sight. Their brightly colored clothing stood out even more against the light and shadow cast by the glass curtain walls.

The shops on both sides of the mall were brightly lit, and the LED screens on the walls displayed colorful promotional advertisements.

Occasionally, one or two young and pretty sales assistants wearing sexy short skirts will be seen handing out flyers to passersby at the store entrance.

Zhao Rui's goal was clear: to buy two sets of summer clothes, so he went straight to the sportswear section on the third floor.

The clothes here are all brand-name apparel, and the styles are quite casual, but the prices are a bit high.

Zhao Rui usually doesn't have the money to buy it.

His clothes were all cheap items his mother bought at the market; the most expensive ones were low-end brands like 361 Degrees and Cuckoo from the supermarket shelves.

I took the escalator up to the third floor and saw high-end sportswear that I often saw but never wore.

Zhao Rui picked a Nike clothing store, went inside, and was led around by a pretty sales assistant at the entrance.

The clothes are indeed quite nice, and the material feels very comfortable, but the price is really not cheap; a simple T-shirt costs four or five hundred.

So dark!

Although martial arts exist in this world, due to historical reasons, the overall market development is no different from the previous life. Foreign goods still have an initial advantage, while domestic goods are catching up.

"Handsome guy, you look absolutely stunning in this outfit!"

The sales assistant was praising the clothes enthusiastically, while holding four or five spare clothes in her hand.

"Okay, I'll buy these two items, and that pair of pants too! And I'll also grab a size 175..."

Zhao Rui said casually.

"Okay! I'll wrap it up for you right away!"

The sales assistant was overjoyed and readily tidied up Zhao Rui's clothes.

These four pieces of clothing cost Zhao Rui nearly two thousand yuan, which was quite an expense.

To make money, you have to work hard to make money.

Zhao Rui paid at the cashier and then took his purchases home.

Seeing his son carrying a tote bag, Zhao Jincheng asked curiously, "What's in there?"

"I've earned some money from working recently, so I bought myself a new outfit."

"This is for my younger brother!"

As Zhao Rui spoke, he took a piece of clothing out of his handbag and placed it on the sofa.

"Zhao Ke, your brother bought you some clothes, come out and try them on!"

Zhao Jincheng shouted towards Zhao Ke's room.

After a long while, there was no reply.

Zhao Jincheng frowned, stood up, walked to the door, and said in a somewhat displeased tone, "What are you doing?"

After saying that, he turned the handle and went to push the door open.

The door was locked from the inside and couldn't be opened.

"Open the door! What's been going on with you lately?" Zhao Jincheng shouted, his voice noticeably louder.

Hearing the noise, Xue Wenhui came out of the bedroom. Seeing the father and son gathered at the second son's door, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"He'll answer when you call him, but who knows what's wrong with him!"

Zhao Jincheng said impatiently.

"Dad, let's open the door first, something doesn't sound right to me!"

Zhao Rui channeled his internal energy into his ears and could clearly hear that the breathing sounds inside were somewhat abnormal.

He walked to the doorknob, grabbed it with his right hand, and with a slight effort, he pushed open the simple lock with a click.

The door opened with a click!

Zhao Rui rushed in and saw his younger brother lying diagonally on the bed, one leg dangling over the edge, unconscious.

"Keke!"

Zhao Jincheng and his wife immediately panicked.

"Call my master! Quickly!"

Zhao Rui checked Zhao Ke's pulse, quickly straightened his body, and swiftly tapped his body several times with his hands.

"My brother has taken a Qi-boosting pill!"

"What? A Qi-Inducing Pill?"

Zhao Jincheng turned pale instantly, terrified and at a loss for what to do, even his hand on the phone was shaky!
Seeing this, Zhao Rui grabbed the phone and dialed his master Li Cunxin's number, briefly explaining the situation.

"Mom and Dad, don't panic. Luckily we found him early. He's alright. I've stopped the pressure points!"

Zhao Rui hung up the phone and offered words of comfort.

"That's good, that's good!"

The two then calmed themselves down.

About twenty minutes later, Li Cunxin rushed over with his medicine kit. Without bothering with formalities, he immediately began performing acupuncture on Zhao Ke.

This acupuncture technique existed in my previous life, but because it lacked the support of internal energy, it could only serve to disperse blood stasis, relieve pain, and dispel dampness and swelling.

Only with the internal energy infused into the needles in this life can the wondrous effects of acupuncture be truly revealed.

From minor muscle sprains to life-threatening injuries, a few needles always produce immediate results, almost miraculously.

Zhao Rui had wanted to learn before, but due to limited energy and poor martial arts talent, Li Cunxin didn't teach him.

As Li Cunxin applied the acupuncture needles, wisps of true energy slowly entered Zhao Ke's body through his acupoints, and black blood gradually seeped from the needle sites.

After a short while, Li Cunxin finished his acupuncture and stopped, and Zhao Ke on the bed slowly began to move.

"Luckily we found him early, that kid..."

Li Cunxin shook his head, his meaning clear: if it had been discovered late, even he would have been helpless.

Zhao Rui nodded. Although Li Cunxin hadn't taught him medicine, he would take him along on some consultations to broaden his horizons.

He had seen many cases of meridian disorders caused by taking medication.

Do you think that just because martial arts have become popular, martial artists are everywhere?

Of the billions of ordinary people, how many are martial arts practitioners?

How many people are truly talented in martial arts?

The mere act of sensing Qi has stumped countless young men who aspire to martial arts.

Take the No. 1 High School that Zhao Rui attends as an example. There are more than 2,000 students, but only a mere 200 or so are martial arts students.

Then you'll know how rare martial arts students are.

Since many people want to learn martial arts but cannot feel the Qi, naturally some people will try to change this situation.

Whether they are martial arts masters or scientists, they are all racking their brains to research methods in this area.

So far, there are four known methods on the market that can turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, giving ordinary people the aptitude to learn martial arts.

One method involves a master of at least the Grandmaster level bestowing a powerful inner force upon the opponent, continuously grinding down their energy points until, over time, the body develops a sense of energy.

This method is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and no expert would be willing to do it.

One method is to practice demonic techniques, which are not accepted by the secular world and require one to endure various inhuman sufferings.

It's similar to bone marrow transplantation, but Zhao Rui didn't know the specifics of how to cultivate it; he only saw some introductions online. Another method involves taking a semi-finished medicine developed by scientists.

The success rate is one in a thousand.

That means out of a thousand people, maybe one will succeed.

Many people experience meridian disorders and qi depletion due to taking medication!

Not only did he fail to induce qi, but he also lost his life for no reason!

As for the last one, it is purely hearsay, and even the "experts" on the internet say it very vaguely, so it is unknown to the world.

According to online "experts," this method is a "miracle," requiring something extraordinary to achieve such an effect.

Everyone thought this was pure conjecture. Martial arts had flourished for nearly a century, and historical records did not mention the birth of such a wondrous creation.

"Master Li, thank you, thank you! Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened to Xiao Ke!"

Seeing that his son was slightly better, Zhao Jincheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked Li Cunxin.

"It's as simple as lifting a finger!"

"Please come to the living room for some tea. I've been wanting to visit you at the pharmacy lately, and since Rui Rui is hosting a dinner party in a few days, I'm planning to invite you then..."

Zhao Jincheng chatted with Li Cunxin as they walked towards the living room.

In the room, Xue Wenhui wiped away her tears, sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her son's haggard face with great worry.

"Mom, don't worry. With Master's help, my brother will be fine. After a period of recuperation, I'll give him some massage and guidance, and he'll be fully recovered."

Zhao Rui comforted him from the side.

"Yeah, I know, I just feel sorry for your brother. He's always been very strong-willed... Why would he buy this damn potion? There are plenty of people who don't know martial arts..."

Listening to his mother's nagging and worries, Zhao Rui felt somewhat helpless.

He had the least right to comment on his younger brother Zhao Ke's bad habit of comparing himself to others, because his brother's object of comparison was himself.

It's understandable, actually. When he was little, my brother was smart and quick-witted, and all our relatives and friends praised him. But when he got to junior high school, he suddenly realized that he didn't have any talent for martial arts.

Meanwhile, his older brother, who was never as good as him, had a good talent for martial arts, which immediately caused him to feel a sense of loss.

The fact that everyone around him looked up to Wu Daosheng made him feel increasingly unfair.

I don't know where he got the money to buy the medicine, but it certainly wasn't from the right source. Once he's better, this matter must be resolved.

Li Cunxin didn't stay long. After Zhao Ke was fully awake, he drove away.

As for Zhao Ke, although she had woken up, she looked dejected and remained silent. In addition, she was extremely weak and stared blankly at the ceiling. No one knew what she was thinking.

Xue Wenhui was worried about him, so she had Zhao Jincheng bring a blanket and sleep next to him.

Zhao Rui stood to the side without saying much. As the "allergen," it was better for him to keep a low profile.

A speechless night!
The next day, Zhao Rui got up early as usual to practice his skills. After finishing his practice, he guided his younger brother through a set of exercises and then went to the martial arts school.

I spent a lot yesterday, so I have to earn it back today.

Moreover, the martial arts training progress of two students is already close to 90%. If they continue to practice together today, they can probably add two more points.

At this rate, he should have fifteen years' worth of skill before university starts.

The concept of calculating skill level by the year is actually quite easy to understand.

He was just an ordinary martial artist who trained diligently for a whole year, accumulating internal energy.

This refers to quantity only, excluding quality.

Of course, one's skill level cannot be determined simply by accumulating time.

This also includes two aspects. First, as one gets older, the rate at which one's internal strength accumulates does not gradually increase, but rather gradually decreases.

At the same time, due to the decline of the body, an indescribable phenomenon of energy leakage will occur in the energy centers and dantian throughout the body.

The little internal energy generated from daily practice and meditation is used to make up for deficiencies and maintain the status quo.

There is no way to increase it further.

Of course, not all martial artists exhibit this phenomenon, which brings us to the issue of martial arts techniques.

Ordinary people practice only rudimentary skills, and these problems are unavoidable; they decline as they get older.

But martial artists who possess top-tier martial arts techniques and secret manuals do not have these worries.

Their internal strength is delayed compared to ordinary people, and they experience many problems such as loss of energy with age.

Even worse, some of these problems don't exist at all.

Moreover, the purity of internal energy in top-tier techniques is incomparable to that of ordinary internal energy, and even the cultivation speed is different.

This is why some people who obtain the secret manual can surpass many renowned masters after only three to five years of practice.

The situation is extremely complex, but the general idea is as follows.

Zhao Rui tested the purity of his internal energy now, and it's the same as before.

In other words, the internal force added by the system will only be the current normal level of internal force in the meridians; it will not be increased or decreased out of thin air.

This is also why Zhao Rui is so eager to obtain the ultimate martial arts techniques.

Wende Martial Arts School!

After Zhao Rui finished sparring with a little kid, he jumped off the ring, took a bottle of drink from the coach, and gulped it down.

Playing with this kind of brat is extremely exhausting; you have to hold back not only your inner strength but also your physical strength.

It felt like playing with a child.

Although it was tiring, the result was quite good. Zhao Rui had completely copied the Baguazhang technique that the child had been practicing, and the child had reached the mastery level.

"Big brother, thank you!"

"You're welcome. Practice hard, I believe in you!"

Zhao Rui encouraged the young man, saying that although he was a little less talented than the genius he had met on the first day, he was still a promising martial arts talent.

Even in the best school in the city, he would be among the top fifty.

Despite Zhao Rui's level of martial arts being considered top-notch in his class, he would only rank in the twenties or thirties in other top-tier schools.

This kid's talent is far superior to mine before I had the system panel.

At such a young age, he has already mastered Baguazhang to a high level, and also has impressive leg techniques, which the system displays as "Chasing Wind Leg".

It is also at the proficiency level.

"Yes, I will. My goal is to become a grandmaster!"

The boy clenched his fist, encouraging himself with fighting spirit.

"Go ahead and get busy. Review the sparring session and identify any areas for improvement..."

The coach gave the boy a few instructions, then turned to talk to Zhao Rui.

"Hong Fei hasn't been here in a long time!"

The coach's words were somewhat desolate, his eyes filled with helplessness and loneliness.

"Ok, I know!"

"Their line of work is about making a living on the edge of life and death; they never know when they might disappear."

The coach said in a deep voice, "More than ten years ago, I had the same thought, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I didn't go..."

"I know you got into university, but I still want to remind you not to get involved in these underground boxing matches. There are too many shady dealings involved!"

"Okay, thank you, Coach, I understand!"

"August has arrived in the blink of an eye. Your acceptance letter should be arriving soon, right? Which school did you apply to? Are you confident about your application?"

"It's alright, it should be about right!"

After chatting for a while, Zhao Rui packed his bag and rode his bicycle home.

(End of this chapter)