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

Chapter 56 A thousand transformations ultimately take form; the wheel of fortune turns, and all momentum is lost.

At this stage of the competition, the outcome between the two schools is already clear.

Dean Zhang turned to Wang Zhanshan, who was standing beside him, and asked, "How many team members do we have left? What's their strength?"

Wang Zhanshan hesitated for a moment and said, "Another freshman, his strength..."

He paused slightly, his expression somewhat grim, unsure of what to say for a moment, even though Zhao Rui had never actually fought in a real battle.

But neither the level nor the talent test suggests that he is a character worth looking forward to.

Seeing his expression, Dean Zhang instantly lost his anticipation, smiled somewhat listlessly, and said, "Then let's have the competition!"

Since we've already lost everything, let's just give this freshman some practical experience.

"Next match: Zhao Rui from Dongqi University will face Fu Shaohu from Dongyi Sports University."

Upon hearing the referee's voice, everyone at the East Art Center turned to look at Zhao Rui, who was sitting in the front row waiting to go on stage.

"Is he okay?"

"Whether it works or not, it's still a loss!"

"Yeah, I guess. If I'd known this would happen, I would have been better off recruiting all those prodigies from the freshman year when he joined the team."

"Alright, stop thinking about it. A loss is a loss. We'll win it back next time."

"He probably hasn't even mastered the Prajna Palm technique yet, has he? It's only been a few days. Letting him go up there would be embarrassing."

"Whether it's right or wrong, classifying him as a sophomore is quite appropriate, isn't it?"

The third and fourth-year students in the audience were whispering among themselves, not because they were pessimistic about Zhao Rui, but because they didn't take the last game seriously at all.

How could a freshman who had just joined the team and was still a greenhorn possibly beat a sophomore?

I don't know what the leaders were thinking.

There were those who were pessimistic, and of course, there were those who cheered and encouraged her. Qin Rui had already raised her voice and, disregarding her reserve, loudly cheered them on.

"Go Zhao Rui!"

She often sparred with Zhao Rui. Although she didn't know his true skill level, she was certain that his mastery of the Prajna Palm was far superior to her own.

If you take advantage of the opponent's underestimation of you, there is still a chance to turn the tide.

"Keep it up, but be careful they're hiding their true strength."

Despite losing the match, Cao Guannan forced a smile and offered a word of advice.

Zhao Rui hummed in agreement, smiled at the crowd, and then leaped onto the arena.

"please!"

He clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, his attitude warm and gentle, reminiscent of an ancient chivalrous knight.

The person opposite him didn't look like his name at all. He didn't have a fierce look at all. He had a handsome face and a tall stature, and looked like a gentleman.

"please!"

The two exchanged a glance, each adopting a starting stance, their feet moving in different footwork, searching for each other's weaknesses.

Zhao Rui's eyes flashed, and his palms crossed, resembling towering peaks, dazzling the eye. Before the opponent could react, he instantly stepped into the Seven Star Root Step, turning his palms into claws, and struck the opponent's Jianjing acupoint.

It was during my high school years that I learned the Thirteen Palms of Taihang from my high school classmate Cui Jian.

"Listening to the Pines in Ten Thousand Valleys?"

Dong Yi Fu Shaohu smiled slightly and calmly blocked with a diagonal palm strike. At the same time, his palm strikes meandered like a dragon returning to a pool, slashing diagonally in the opposite direction at Zhao Rui's chest.

"Returning Dragon Gorge?"

Zhao Rui was taken aback, not expecting his opponent to also know the Thirteen Palms of Taihang.

However, after a moment's thought, it became clear that the Thirteen Palms of Taihang were not a particularly profound martial art, and many people in the market practiced this technique.

"A cliff nine zhang high, its aura sinks in; its palm can hold mist and clouds, enough to bind a dragon! I wonder what realm you have reached?"

Fu Shaohu smiled slightly, his moves as imposing as mountain peaks and as ethereal as mist and clouds, as he engaged Zhao Rui in battle.

Zhao Rui smiled calmly but did not reply. He changed his moves and used the moves of the Thirteen Palms of Taihang in turn.

The two of them used the same moves and remained calm, almost like fellow disciples teaching each other martial arts techniques.

No, it should be said that it was a sharing of techniques among fellow disciples.

Zhao Rui caught every move Fu Shaohu made and executed the next move in the same manner. Even Fu Shaohu himself felt that this way of fighting was extremely comfortable.

"Shaohu, what are you doing?"

Seeing that the two were playing house and had no intention of fighting, the coach from the East Art Center below the stage became anxious and hurriedly shouted at them.

Fu Shaohu suddenly came to his senses and quickly changed his moves.

He no longer used the Thirteen Palms of Taihang to counter Zhao Rui's attacks.

Seeing that his opponent had changed his technique, Zhao Rui used the Dragon Step to dodge the opponent's attack, then turned around and used the Prajna Palm to suppress the opponent's surging energy.

The so-called enlightenment is the realization of one's true nature, the emptiness of self and external things, and the observation of all phenomena to see one's true self.

Zhao Rui's Prajna Palm technique, with 70% of its full power, is defensive, protecting both the body and the mind, seeking neither merit nor demerit.

A set of palm techniques, slippery and lazy, yet incredibly steady!

"Zhao Rui's Prajna Palm technique seems to have reached a certain level of mastery!"

Wang Zhanshan, who was watching from below the stage, was slightly taken aback and looked at Zhao Rui, who was fighting on the stage, with some disbelief.

He got up and left the audience seats, walked over to his team's side, and leaned close to Zeng Hongyi, asking, "Old Zeng, what about this kid's Prajna Palm?"

"It's alright. Your talent is average, but your comprehension is good, and you're quite sensitive to techniques. I've been wanting to tell you about this!"

"oh!"

Wang Zhanshan then realized, and shook his head, saying, "If your talent isn't there, your skill level will naturally fall behind. The gap widens as you progress, and it's not something that can be made up for by just changing techniques."

"What a pity!"

Just then, the situation on the stage changed again.

Fu Shaohu suddenly abandoned his palm techniques and unleashed an exquisite leg technique.

"not good!"

Wang Zhanshan's expression changed in surprise, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he muttered, "Dongyi has sent out the one with the most diverse martial arts skills."

"The most diverse in martial arts?"

"They didn't know Zhao Rui's background, so they chose the safest option: someone skilled in both martial arts and physical combat. These guys really don't give us any face at all!"

Upon hearing Wang Zhanshan's words, Zeng Hongyi instantly understood and couldn't help but smile wryly, "Who told you to win so decisively a few years ago! Fortune's wheel will turn!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhanshan's face darkened, and he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Back in the day, the Dongqi University Martial Arts Team was incredibly prestigious. Every time they exchanged skills with Dongyi Sports, they left the other team in tears.

Ugh!

Just as he was sighing, on the stage, Zhao Rui dodged several of his side kicks, leaped away, and suddenly stood on one leg, raising his right leg high, actually assuming a leg-fighting stance.

"This is?"

Cao Guannan's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Mighty Vajra Legs!"

That's his specialty!

Not only was Cao Guannan surprised, but Fu Shaohu on the stage was also stunned.

"Really?"

He couldn't be bothered to guess; whether it was true or false, he'd find out after the fight.

He immediately unleashed the Tiger Tail Kick he had learned, kicking his opponent fiercely.

Zhao Rui neither dodged nor evaded, but instead kicked back with his own foot. Their feet met, and instantly a burst of internal force exploded between them.

This clash of forces caused Zhao Rui to stagger and take several steps back.

His skill level has reached the level of an eighteen-year veteran after the increase in advancement points during this period.

However, he only barely reached the level of a seventh-level martial artist, and there was still a certain gap between him and Fu Shaohu, who was in the mid-to-late stage of the seventh level.

During this period, he accumulated a total of six advancement points, used five of them, three on internal energy and two on the opening of acupoints.

The remaining one will be kept for future use.

"Let's do it again!"

Seeing an opportunity, Fu Shaohu swiftly stepped forward, his footwork as fierce as the wind, giving Zhao Rui no chance to catch his breath.

While using the Dragon Step, Zhao Rui also used the Mighty Vajra Leg to either block or retreat, thus neutralizing the opponent's moves.

"The Dragon Step?"

Cao Guannan's face darkened even more. "You, Zhao Rui, you've learned all my skills!"

But before his face could darken, Zhao Rui staggered, clearly out of breath, and was almost struck by the opponent's tiger tail kick.

This aura seems different from the cultivation method?

Moreover, when he finally unleashed his power, it was clearly not the way the Mighty Vajra Leg technique was used.

Cao Guannan frowned slightly. He noticed that Zhao Rui's breathing was not in sync with his moves during several of his maneuvers.

Moreover, the Vajra Leg technique is inherently powerful and heavy. If the mental cultivation method is correct, the slight difference in internal strength between people of the same level can be completely made up.

But Zhao Rui clearly cannot do that.

"An empty shell?"

"Unlikely! They certainly have the potential to fight!"

Just as Cao Guannan was completely baffled, Zhao Rui changed his move again, this time using Qin Rui's "flower-picking finger" technique.

Since we can't win by attacking head-on, we might as well use a point to break through the whole area and attack them by catching them off guard.

"Finger technique? This is getting more and more interesting!"

Fu Shaohu didn't hesitate either. He immediately stopped and unleashed a set of Ruyi Three Finger Techniques in an instant.

Zhao Rui was also taken aback. It turned out that this kid was a walking arsenal, knowing all kinds of martial arts.

Moreover, every martial art can reach a stage of proficiency, and some side martial arts are only a thin veil away from mastery.

"Copy, copy, copy!"

Regardless of whether I'll ever see it again, I'll just copy it first.

Adhering to the principle that a thief should never leave empty-handed, Zhao Rui decisively included all the martial arts techniques used by Fu Shaohu in the scope of his replication.

The fight between the two was exactly the same as before, with similar moves, but a huge difference in their internal strength.

Zhao Rui's many moves, though powerful enough to strike right before his eyes, lacked the strength to execute them, and didn't seem to possess a complete set of mental techniques or formulas.

However, some of his moves were incredibly powerful and perfectly timed, making it impossible for Fu Shaohu to be careless.

"drop!"

As the halftime whistle blew, the two were the only players in this exchange to make it to the second half.

"Relax. Your opponent has formidable internal strength. As long as you can hold on, you'll win. If you run out of strength later, just surrender. You've already done a great job!"

Zeng Hongyi jumped onto the ring, examined Zhao Rui's body, and gave him some instructions.

Zhao Rui nodded and said, "I understand, Coach!"

Meanwhile, Dean Sun, sitting in the audience, was also discussing the competition situation on stage with Dean Zhang.

"This student from your school is supposedly only a freshman? Could he be that level eight martial artist from your graduating class?"

"No, that's not it. If they were level eight martial artists, how could they have been fighting for so long?"

"..."

You're panting when I say you're fat.

"Level eight? Heh!"

Dean Sun smiled meaningfully, but said nothing more.

Instead, they turned their attention to the arena.

At this point, the second half of the competition had already begun.

Fu Shaohu did not use the finger techniques he had used before, but instead used a set of palm techniques he had never used before, with both palms pointing upwards.

This palm technique has a rather long wind-up; even just the feints are impressive, making it seem like there's no real technique involved.

It was only because of his exceptional lightness of footwork that he was able to strike Zhao Rui down with a single palm strike, given his initial movement.

How could someone with such advanced martial arts skills be an ordinary person?

As expected, once Fu Shaohu finished his initial movement, his entire aura instantly changed, his body surging with energy, his presence as vast and unfathomable as the sea.

"Bullish Blood Burning Technique!"

What kind of martial art is this?

Zhao Rui glanced at the prompt on the system panel and couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

Could it be the legendary martial art that can instantly boost one's power?

Damn, how come this kid has so many good things?

Zhao Rui couldn't help but feel envious.

I originally thought I would pick the worst opponent, but I ended up keeping the strongest one.

This aura clearly belongs to an eighth-level martial artist, but not just someone who has just entered the eighth level; rather, it's the power that has been forcibly increased by a whole major realm.

"Are you serious?!"

Zhao Rui smiled wryly. It's just a friendly match. Is it worth using such a heaven-defying technique?

Unfortunately, his thoughts could not stop Fu Shaohu's resolute ultimate move.

"How long can you keep hiding? Let's have a good fight!"

With each step Fu Shaohu took, his aura surged, and he was on the verge of reaching the level of a ninth-level martial artist.

"Screw you!"

Zhao Rui surrendered cleanly and decisively!

The people at the Shanghai Oriental Art Center, who were originally ready to watch a good show, were suddenly stunned.

They were so arrogant before, but they chickened out without even a fight?

"Oh, I thought he was a master, but he's just a show-off."

"But this kid knows a lot. He's quite impressive to be able to go head-to-head with Fu Shaohu in different ways."

"Don't bite off more than you can chew; not everyone is like Junior Brother Fu."

"Why do I keep thinking that Dongqi University has a simulated martial art called Mimicry Boxing? Could it be...?"

"Impossible. I know about the Mimicry Boxing, but it's just a superficial skill that only has the form."

"Too……"

As the match ended, Zhao Rui nimbly jumped off the stage.

He shrugged at the crowd with a hint of regret and said, "We really can't beat them!"

Qin Rui smiled and said, "We can't beat any of us! You're already very good!"

"You stole my martial arts!"

Before Zhao Rui could answer, Cao Guannan stepped forward with a dark face, looking at Zhao Rui with hostility.

Other martial arts are fine, since after the imperial court issued martial arts regulations, ordinary people can learn martial arts, and some martial arts on the list of those regulations are not prohibited from being circulated.

But the Mighty Vajra Leg is different.

This was taught to him by his master. Thinking of this, his gaze involuntarily turned towards the East Art and Sports Center.

His cold eyes were filled with chilling intent!

The figure became increasingly clear.

If you don't want it, why take it?

……

"Senior brother, to tell you the truth, this is mimicry boxing!"

Zhao Rui tilted his head slightly and said in a low voice.

"Mimetic Fist? Impossible! Where did you get your internal energy?"

"I practiced exactly as Team Leader He taught me..."

Zhao Rui had just finished speaking when Zeng Hongyi, who was standing nearby, stopped them, saying, "Let's talk about it when we get back. Let's finish the exchange meeting first."

"Um!"

Upon hearing the coach's words, everyone quickly sat back down in their seats, keeping their eyes down and their minds at ease.

Given how bad the result was in this competition, it's best to keep a low profile.

With all the contestants having finished their matches, the final results of this exchange event have finally been released.

The Dongqi University Martial Arts Team suffered a clean defeat at this exchange meeting with a record of 1 win and 5 losses.

Moreover, this victory was far from honorable; it was essentially a cheating scheme.

When it came time to give his concluding remarks, Dean Zhang's face was so dark he could have played Bao Zheng (a famous judge in Chinese history). He hurriedly uttered a few official-sounding words and then stepped down from the stage.

(End of this chapter)