American comics: Incredible comprehension, hand-crafted forbidden spells

Mordo stared at Carter with a cold expression, his face saying, "Try making up another one."

Carter was utterly speechless and so wronged that he was on the verge of tears.

Every word he said was the honest truth from the bottom of his heart!

Who knew that Lin Jie, that freak, would suddenly change his tactics mid-fight!

Carter hadn't even figured out how to clear his name yet.

Lucian, standing to the side, gasped again, pointing at the arena and exclaiming, "Holy crap, look at that! That move... isn't that Muay Thai?!"

What?!

Muay Thai?!

Weren't they just practicing Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) a moment ago?

How did it turn into Muay Thai in the blink of an eye?

Mordo and Carter turned to look at the same time.

On the field, Lin Jie leaned slightly forward, his fists guarding his brow bones, and his feet were taking small, rhythmic steps.

Faced with Master Wang's sweeping leg, Lin Jie neither dodged nor evaded, but directly raised his hard knee and rammed it head-on!

At the same time, a powerful elbow strike aimed straight at Master Wang's heart!

Knee strikes and elbow strikes are vicious and domineering.

This is absolutely the most authentic Muay Thai fighting style!

Mordo turned stiffly to look at Carter, forcing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "And now you're telling me he hasn't learned Muay Thai?"

Carter was on the verge of tears, his legs went weak.

"Senior Brother! I swear! Lin Jie was a complete novice in combat before he came to Kamar-Taj!"

Carter raised three fingers, making a solemn promise.

"If he really had experience with Muay Thai and Sanda, would he have hidden in the back and been too scared to fight the aliens in New York the other day?!"

Carter was so anxious he was stamping his feet. Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through his mind, and he blurted out, "Senior Brother, I think... he probably disassembled the military boxing routine that Master Wang taught him yesterday, and then forcibly figured out the moves of Sanda and Muay Thai on his own!"

These words were spoken.

Mordo and Lucian looked at Carter as if he were a madman.

Do you think we're brainless?

Can you possibly understand Sanda and Muay Thai from just one set of Po Jun Ti Quan?!

Muay Thai emphasizes hard-hitting knee and elbow strikes, while Sanda emphasizes flexible combinations of punches, kicks, and throws.

The techniques and tactical concepts of these two schools of thought are completely different!

Do you think this is a martial arts novel where you can instantly comprehend the seventy-two martial arts techniques just by glancing at the mental cultivation method?

"Carter, stop talking nonsense!" Mordo roared, his face turning ashen. "Don't you understand the vast difference between Muay Thai and Sanda? Can you really comprehend two completely different fighting systems just by comprehension?"

Carter shrank back, startled by the shout, but still stubbornly argued, "Senior Brother, I'm not lying to you! This kid's brain can't be reasoned with!"

"Take his magic training, for example. I only taught him the most basic glowing lines. Guess what? He went back and thought about it all night, and the next day he created over three hundred magical forms of melee weapons! All of them were techniques recorded in the Kamar-Taj Library!"

In Carter's mind, Lin Jie's talent had long transcended the realm of humanity.

When others learn a skill, they can at most apply what they've learned to other situations.

Lin Jie is a monster; he can give you a hundred different insights just by looking at you!

"What did you say?" Mordo was stunned, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. "You only learned the glowing lines and you've already figured out hundreds of weapon forms?"

This sounds even more absurd than figuring out Muay Thai!

Just as Mordo was filled with questions and was about to press for more information...

"Wait! Look!" Lucian's voice changed again, revealing an undisguised terror. "This...this is Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu again?!"

Mordo and Carter quickly turned their attention to the fighting arena.

Just as Master Wang threw a powerful straight punch, Lin Jie didn't retreat but instead advanced, closing in on him.

Lin Jie, like a supple python, instantly coiled around Master Wang's arm.

Immediately afterwards, he nimbly rolled over, knocking Master Wang to the ground, and locked his legs tightly around Master Wang's neck!

Armbar!

The most classic Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu ground submission technique!

Seeing this, Mordo was completely dumbfounded.

"Senior Brother...you don't need to ask this time." Carter swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "I swear on my life, he definitely didn't learn Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu yesterday..."

Modu is now unable to utter a single word.

He stared intently at the two people entangled on the ground, his heart pounding wildly.

Not only Mordo, but also Lucian next to him and the Ancient One, who had been sitting in a chair watching the show, all put away their nonchalant expressions and fixed their eyes on Lin Jie.

The entire fighting arena fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Lin Jie's actions.

Master Wang was, after all, a master of close combat who had been through countless battles. Although he was locked on the ground, he immediately broke free of his restraints with his profound magic and experience, and stood up.

But as soon as he regained his footing, Lin Jie's attacks came crashing down like a storm.

"This is... a karate chop?!"

"Holy crap! Tai Chi's technique of using minimal force to deflect maximum force?!"

"The inch punch of Jeet Kune Do?!"

"And there's the Wing Chun's 'Sun-Shaped Fist'?!"

"They're even using the Russian Sambo's wrestling techniques?!"

The jaws of the people watching from the sidelines dropped completely to the ground.

At first, they thought it was a bit shameless for Master Wang, a master of close combat, to bully a newcomer who only knew military boxing.

But now.

It's completely reversed!

Lin Jie is practically a supercomputer filled with global fighting techniques!

He transformed a rigid set of military boxing into a comprehensive mixed martial arts style!

In just over ten minutes of fighting, Lin Jie had already tried more than thirty different fighting styles from no less than ten countries!

Moreover, the transition was so smooth and seamless!

One second they're using judo's leverage to their advantage, the next they're switching to Muay Thai's vicious, heavy blows.

The incredible combination of moves completely turned the main attacker, the mage, into a punching bag!

They could only defend, unable to find any opening to counterattack.

Looking at Master Wang, who was forced to retreat repeatedly on the field.

Modu swallowed hard, feeling as if he were being slapped repeatedly.

An absurd thought suddenly popped into his head: Carter just said that Lin Jie could draw inferences from one instance to three hundred, and damn it, it doesn't seem like he was bragging!

Otherwise, who would be so bored as to master more than thirty different martial arts styles from around the world?!

They are monks!

It's not like we're going to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament!