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

Chapter 39: Aren't they all students from our school?

"Are you interested in being the class monitor?"

Seeing a hint of shy humility on Zhao Rui's youthful face, Liu Jie couldn't help but smile and ask.

"Monitor?"

Zhao Rui was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "Teacher, I don't want to be one."

"Why? This will enhance your student resume, which will be beneficial for finding a job and joining an organization in the future!"

Liu Jie asked, puzzled. Her delicate face was fair and flawless, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly in her bright eyes.

"Teacher, actually, I also want to develop my skills in martial arts..."

Zhao Rui spoke frankly, because he needed her, his counselor, to know and communicate about matters such as joining the martial arts team in the future.

Upon hearing Zhao Rui's words, Liu Jie fell silent for a moment before saying, "I support you. If you need anything, just tell me, and I'll help you communicate with the relevant parties."

"Thank you, teacher!"

"Don't mention it. I'm your counselor, so of course I'm thinking about your future."

Liu Jie smiled and reached out to pat Zhao Rui's shoulder, but realized she was too petite, so she tiptoed slightly.

Only then did he act like an adult and pat Zhao Rui on the shoulder twice.

"Work hard, I believe in you!"

"Teacher, actually I can squat down!"

"You're asking for it! Even the teacher will laugh at you!"

Liu Jie pretended to hit him, but Zhao Rui laughed and quickly dodged, returning to the group of students.

In addition to target practice, the military camp activities included military boxing performances and bonfire parties. After the military camp activities were over, the students had to march at night to return to school.

Upon hearing that they would have to go back that night, the students groaned in despair, wishing they could immediately drag the school leaders over and give them twenty lashes.

The kind that involves "martial arts"!

Unfortunately, despite their complaints, the students' fatigue vanished instantly when the soldiers stationed at the camp lined up neatly and performed military boxing.

Everyone stared wide-eyed with excitement, watching the soldiers perform with rapt attention.

The military boxing in this world is different from that in my previous life. It is divided into two types: one is hard qigong, which has low entry requirements and can be practiced by ordinary soldiers.

Another type is military martial arts, which, like university and sect traditions, has a solid foundation and historical origin.

Those who master the skills become fierce generals in the army, capable of both slaughtering and protecting their own territory, surpassing even grandmasters in skill.

Coupled with modern weaponry, how could a mere "unaffiliated cultivator" possibly shake its power?

This is one of the reasons why, despite the flourishing of martial arts, the country has been able to maintain long-term stability and peace.

"Zhao Rui, do you think our school's martial arts students can beat soldiers of the same rank in the military?"

Jian Congsheng, watching the incredibly exciting martial arts performance, couldn't help but ask a question out of curiosity.

"That's hard to say, it depends on the rules and the individual's temperament!"

Zhao Rui said casually.

"Oh. I really envy you guys with martial arts skills. From now on, our dorm will be counting on you to protect us!"

Jian Congsheng said with a hint of envy.

"No, I'm not a genius from the martial arts academy. I just persisted a little longer than you guys and didn't give up!"

As Zhao Rui was speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out in the ranks. He listened carefully and realized that the military exercise had ended and the troops were going to have a competition with the students.

Many boys may not be skilled in martial arts, but they are hot-blooded and want to fight and show off in front of the girls.
"Each company should select two student representatives. Let's have some fun. Students can wear protective gear..."

As soon as the battalion commander spoke, the various companies were immediately engulfed in a lively discussion.

"I'm a level three martial arts practitioner, I'll go!"

"Wow, you're only at level three! What a pity. If you were at level four, you could have gotten into a martial arts university."

"I'm level two, I'll give it a try, I have protective gear anyway! Any girls want to cheer me on? This is my way of fighting for our company!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

The atmosphere instantly became high-spirited, with cheers from the girls rising and falling. Soon, two contestants from each camp stood up and walked onto the field.

As for Zhao Rui's group, there's no need to think much about it; Zhao Rui is definitely one of them.

Before leaving, one of the girls who had previously received help from Zhao Rui, a woman with a fiery temper, shouted, "Zhao Rui, if you win, I'll be your girlfriend!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a boy shouted, "Zhao Rui, if you win, I'll be your boyfriend!"

The slightly ambiguous atmosphere that had been there collapsed instantly, and everyone burst into laughter.

Zhao Rui smiled and walked into the arena with another boy who was at the second level of martial arts.

Because of the large number of people participating in the military training, only a portion of them came this time, and the Martial Arts Academy company was not included.

Therefore, the battalion commander did not send out high-level warriors, but only sent out four level-three warriors and one level-four warrior to show their faces.

They didn't even care about the students' martial arts level.

After all, for students who are not majoring in martial arts, level four is already the limit of their martial arts skills.

After a brief introduction to the rules, the competition officially began.

There are forty students in total, divided into five groups, and they will participate in the competition simultaneously.

Three minutes. If you're knocked down, you lose! If you survive for three minutes, you win.

The students changed into protective suits provided by the military camp, and they were all eager to try.

With the sound of the whistle, the match officially began.

The soldiers narrowed their eyes, like cheetahs spotting their delicious prey, and suddenly pounced, their movements precise and ruthless.

Even if these students have reached the second level, they all achieved it during junior high school. Once they realize they don't have much talent, and they transfer to regular classes in high school, who will still train hard?

So in no time, the five students were in a precarious situation. They were not only unable to fight back, but they were also struggling to put up a fight.

As one student was knocked to the ground, the others quickly followed suit.

"Sigh, we lost so quickly!"

The students watching naturally sided with the students, and upon seeing this, they immediately let out a regretful sigh.

One round ended, and another began. The entire student team fought six rounds. Only two students were skilled enough to last two minutes, but they were eventually knocked to the ground.

This result immediately drew a chorus of disappointed groans from the students watching from the sidelines.

"This is bullying! If you're so capable, wait until our martial arts academy students arrive before you compete. What kind of skill is it to bully us weaklings?"

"That's right! If we're so good at studying, I can beat ten of you!"

The contradictions and their unity only become so apparent when it concerns one's own interests and stance.

The students, who had been bustling around watching the spectacle, suddenly became united in their hatred of the enemy in the face of defeat.

"Commendable morale! We can increase the difficulty later and give them a good workout!"

On the stands, the battalion commander smiled and spoke to the school leader accompanying him.

"They're all young people. If they don't have this much spirit, how can they become pillars of the nation? Whether they're students or young soldiers, they are all our hope for the future!"

The school leader smiled and spoke calmly.

But inwardly, he cursed, thinking it was clearly a sabotage against them, the intellectuals.

A bunch of lowly soldiers, what are they so arrogant about!
"Haha, Principal Zhang is right, they are all the hope for the future!"

The battalion commander smiled and continued to look at the training ground below the stage.

As the students were quickly defeated, it was soon the turn of the last three groups. Among them were the college student who was a level three martial artist and Zhao Rui.

The college student, a level three martial artist, was the first to go on stage. His strength was quite good, and he fought back and forth with his opponent. However, due to a lack of training and poor combat experience, he only lasted for two minutes before his opponent seized an opportunity and knocked him to the ground.

Unfortunately, they lost the game.

Seeing that even the third-level martial artists had been defeated, the university students let out a series of disappointed groans.

After all, Zhao Rui is at most level three. Who wouldn't go to a martial arts academy if they were at level four?
Even so, when Zhao Rui took the stage, the entire audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

In the training ground, Zhao Rui adjusted his protective gear, trudged to the center of the field, looked at the warriors opposite him, and then politely clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Seeing that Zhao Rui was tall and well-proportioned, the other person laughed and said, "Guess how long you can last?"

"Three minutes, any longer wouldn't be appropriate!"

Zhao Rui laughed and said, "It's just for fun, to have some fun."

"Well, you've got some nerve, kid!"

The soldier sneered. He had only meant to tease him, but he hadn't expected him to be so shameless.

He usually looked down on these college students who were weak and helpless, spending all their time hanging out with girls.

Enjoying the wonderful campus life.

Soldiers like them endure grueling training every day, so when they find a partner, it has to be someone they've already dated before.

I already harbored some resentment, and now I was even more eager to deflate the arrogance of these college students.

As soon as the whistle blew, without saying a word, he unleashed his power and increased his speed, suddenly throwing a punch at Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui swung his arm to lightly block the attack, his feet landing on the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams formation, maintaining his composure and skillfully shifting his position using the opponent's force.

No matter how fierce the opponent's attack was, he remained calm and unhurried.

Now, anyone with eyes can see the problem.

The battalion commander on the stands had incredibly sharp eyes. He immediately turned to look at the school leader who had led the team and said, "Your regular class has a high-level martial arts student hidden away."

The school leaders weren't skilled in martial arts, but they weren't stupid either. Seeing that only Zhao Rui was handling the situation with ease, they smiled and said, "Students nowadays have a strong sense of autonomy, and our school also emphasizes all-round development in morality, intelligence, and physical fitness!"

"Could they be martial arts academy students who ran away?"

"What does it matter? Aren't they all students of our school?"

The school leaders chuckled noncommittally.

The battalion commander nodded, beckoned to the orderly beside him, gave him a few instructions, and then continued watching the game with a smile on his face.

On the training ground!

Zhao Rui watched the opponent's powerful attack with composure, silently copying a newly added martial skill from the system panel: Hundred Battles Fierce Cloud Fist.

This is a rudimentary combat technique used in the military, belonging to low-level martial arts, but it's better than nothing.

Anyway, once you've learned it, there are always ways to advance your skills.

Three minutes passed quickly, and no matter how hard the opponent attacked, Zhao Rui remained as steady as a mountain in the field.

Until the time was up, he was the only college student left standing tall in the huge training ground, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"you……"

The soldier who was fighting him realized that he was no match for Zhao Rui at all. He spat angrily and left the field in frustration.

"Holy crap, we won! This is such a morale booster!"

"Yeah, that's our classmate, isn't he amazing!"

"Zhao Rui is so handsome."

"So his name is Zhao Rui, and he's in the accounting department? I really want his contact information!"

"Zhao Rui, I want to marry you and have lots and lots of babies for you!"

This was shouted by some shameless boy.

Zhao Rui raised his hand, smiled at everyone, and said, "A man who isn't a bit of a playboy in his youth is a wasted youth!"
We're not arrogant, but we still need to show ourselves off openly and honestly.

Upon seeing Zhao Rui's response, the boy who wanted to marry him instantly became obsessed, lifting up his military training uniform and starting to dance.

The atmosphere grew increasingly lively, almost like a concert.

The military originally intended to use the competition to curb the arrogance of college students, but unexpectedly, an oddball emerged and won decisively.

"Do you want to change someone?"

A soldier suggested.

"No need to change anyone, keep going!"

The company commander who organized the competition glared at the sergeant who had spoken, a cold glint flashing in his eyes like a thunderclap.

"If you lose, I'll take over myself!"

Upon hearing the company commander's words, the soldiers present all revealed fierce glints in their eyes, each one like a hunting wolf, as if they were about to devour someone.

The competition quickly moved into its second round, with the winners facing off again.

Since only Zhao Rui remained on the university team, the entire second round was skipped and the winner of the soldier group competed against Zhao Rui.

Soldiers often spar, so there was no need for them to compete further; they simply brought out this level four martial artist.

"Come on, kid, let me show you what a real man is!"

The soldier took off his vest, revealing his muscular upper body, which still bore many scars.

He had clearly suffered quite a few injuries.

"Just a friendly sparring match!"

Zhao Rui smiled and waited for the other party to make a move.

This man was usually brave and charged forward in battle, but seeing Zhao Rui standing casually as if he had no flaws, he immediately knew that he had encountered a master of internal strength.

He quickly burrowed into the ground and kicked away the dust on the training ground, creating a cloud of yellow sand and dust.

Using the yellow sand as cover, he suddenly shrank his figure, exerted his strength, and spun straight towards Zhao Rui like a top.

Zhao Rui leaped forward, avoiding the attack, and waved his sleeves to disperse the yellow sand that filled the sky.

Then, grab the opponent's incoming heavy punch, press the vital point on the back of the hand, and at the same time, exert force with the hand and pull down.

He immediately pulled the other person to the ground, making them fall cleanly and decisively.

"Concession!"

Zhao Rui gracefully stepped back, clasped his hands in a salute, and if it weren't for the obstructing armor on his body, he would definitely be described as having an elegant demeanor.

"I surrender!"

The soldier was quite decisive; he got up, readily admitted it, and then stepped aside.

"I come!"

At this moment, the company commander, who had been supervising the battle from the sidelines, could no longer contain himself and stepped out.

Zhao Rui glanced at the other party's barely concealed murderous aura, immediately took a step back, and said, "Sir, you don't seem to be a participant in the competition, do you?"

Upon hearing this, the previously imposing company commander instantly stopped in his tracks, his expression turning incredibly conflicted.

He was indeed not a participant in the competition.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, the battalion commander on the platform blew into the microphone and said loudly, "Young man, you won the competition, but they are all of lower rank than you. Here's what we'll do: if you beat our company commander, I'll grant you two hours of leave!"

As soon as he said that, all eyes in the entire military camp turned to Zhao Rui!

(End of this chapter)