Scientific Martial Arts Show Their Might

Si Ming had thought he would be able to see the other person's Zhenmian, but after the veil was removed, a theatrical mask appeared. Before, at least the part above the nose could be seen, but now only the eyes were visible.

"What is this? Is it Sichuan opera face-changing? Did you learn this skill specifically to hide your appearance?"

Pan De said weakly, "He's Shadow Hero Guard, different from us. He has to work in the shadows. I invited him to help out this time."

The Shadow Hero Guard are the Mohist Knight Guard hidden beneath the surface. They walk in the shadows, and all their achievements remain unknown and unrecorded, as if they had never existed.

The Mohist Knight Guard are positioned as heroes, and they are expected to stand in the public eye and receive the adoration of the masses. This also means that they are under the scrutiny of millions of eyes and cannot do anything that violates public morality. Otherwise, they will become black marks, which will not only affect their personal reputation but also implicate all the Mohist Knight Guard.

But where there is light, there is also darkness. Just as there are people who do the upright and honorable things, there are also people who need to deal with the remaining sinister and dark things. The Shadow Hero Guard was created for this purpose.

The upper part of the word "Mo" is "black". The Mohists naturally do not understand the dark side of the world. Although their goals are somewhat idealistic, their actions are full of utilitarianism.

However, the Mohist School promised not to carry out assassinations unless it was an internal traitor.

Of course, the Mohist School's standards for assassination were somewhat peculiar. In their view, Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin was an assassination, but Zhang Liang's assassination attempt on the King of Qin was not an assassination, but rather an open assassination.

The Shadow Hero Guard's job is mainly to gather intelligence and thwart assassination attempts by hostile forces. Being sent to help surround and kill super criminals like this is a rare occurrence. Moreover, most of the Shadow Hero Guard are not highly skilled; the truly capable ones are out in the open as heroes. Nobody likes being ignored.

The Shadow Hero Guard operate in the shadows, and their work is not dirty; they are fundamentally different from the ANBU members in ninja comics.

Si Ming still held people who would forgo fame and fortune in high esteem, and asked, "May I know your name? If it's a violation of discipline, then forget it."

After a moment of silence, the other person slowly said, with a gesture that suggested they hadn't spoken in a long time, "Ye Ziqian."

"Senior Ye, thank you very much."

Si Ming didn't ask any further questions, and the sound of an ambulance siren came from afar, which relieved him. But then he thought of something else.

"Oh no, I have to participate in the Youth Martial Arts Tournament tonight. Given my current physical condition, am I going to have to forfeit?"

Although Si Ming was injured on official business, specifically while fighting criminals and protecting the lives of the people, the organizers of the Youth Martial Arts Tournament clearly did not consider this issue and proceeded according to the rules without any special consideration.

After applying liniment and having a massage to try and reduce the bruising, Si Ming arrived at the venue to find that the competition had already gone through several rounds. Fortunately, his number was near the end, otherwise he would have been considered a latecomer and forfeited.

"Sorry, I'm only just arriving, but the match shouldn't have started yet, right?" Si Ming asked the referee.

However, the referee shook his head, and just as Si Ming's mood sank, he said, "You don't need to compete. Your opponent has already forfeited. You win this round without fighting and advance voluntarily."

Si Ming was slightly surprised and quickly looked at the big screen to confirm his opponent, only to find that it was a familiar name— Lu Mao!

He's been so busy he hasn't even bothered to check who his opponent is.

Si Ming quickly looked down at the crowd and found Lu Mao. He stepped forward and said, "If you feel guilty about the accommodation issue and are trying to make amends to me in this way, there's no need. I invited you to stay for free not to ask you to go easy on me, nor to try to do you a favor or bind you. Martial artists have their dignity, and everything should be decided by a fair and square contest."

"You've misunderstood. My withdrawal wasn't due to personal favors, but because this match has no meaning for me anymore."

Lu Mao frankly stated, "From the very beginning, I never considered myself a martial artist. My goal was to become a chef. Originally, I participated in the competition to earn living expenses and accommodation fees. Now that I have a free room and have secured my living expenses for next month, it doesn't matter whether I participate in the remaining competitions or not. Anyway, I don't believe I can make it all the way to the finals based on my own abilities."

His tone was very decisive, without the slightest hesitation, and he showed no regret about abstaining, as if it were just a very simple choice, like whether tofu pudding should be sweet or savory.

Si Ming suddenly understood that the genius his master was talking about was probably someone like Lu Mao. He was very clear about his goals, walking step by step on the right path, firmly pursuing his goals, shortening the distance between them, and discarding everything irrelevant.

No one ever thinks they have too little money. Others might think it's fine to continue the competition, since they could win a prize if they made it to the top eight. Why not give it a try?

So while ordinary people are tempted by external things and can't help but stay in the same place, geniuses have already run far ahead.

Geniuses understand that the more they carry, the greater the pressure, and the slower they run. Therefore, they must learn to prioritize. Ordinary people, on the other hand, feel they can't let go of this and have to pick up that, constantly throwing heavy things into the basket on their backs, ultimately running slower and slower until they can no longer keep up with the pace of geniuses.

"If it's truly not out of personal favor, then I won't insist anymore," Si Ming sighed, then asked, "Now that your livelihood issues are resolved, what are your plans for the future?"

Lu Mao said, "If Eastern Academy won't accept me, I'll go to its rival, Xianglan High School. Eastern Academy is better at culinary design, while Xianglan High School focuses more on basic skills. They each have their strengths. I've heard they can even use large-scale engineering machinery to cook, which is something I desperately need to learn."

In Sikong Ming's previous life, vocational high schools were usually a last resort. No one wanted to go to a regular high school if they could attend a vocational high school. But in Su State, there were no vocational high schools at all. Every school offered vocational courses, and every student could freely choose their favorite program, including painting, music, sports, mechanical repair, woodworking, etc. Of course, the most popular course was always martial arts.

After all, unlike the Li State's advocacy of "all other professions are inferior, only studying is superior", the Su State encourages everyone to master a skill and not to be confined to studying and taking exams. In particular, the Mohist School advocate that "those who can tell stories should tell stories, those who can debate should debate, and those who can engage in affairs should engage in affairs, and then righteous affairs will be accomplished". Therefore, even ordinary high schools will provide vocational and technical training.

The average Internal Cultivation level of the Su State is level four, while the requirement for graduating from high school martial arts is Internal Cultivation six. This means that the vast majority of high school students cannot graduate through martial arts. If they want to get a diploma, they have to do it in other ways, such as studying humanities or learning a skill. Many students consider this when choosing a school, and instead of choosing a high school with better academic performance, they choose a school that offers their favorite vocational training courses.

"Then I can only wish you a safe journey. Strive to become a top-tier chef, and make the Eastern Academy regret their decision in the future."

Since there was no need for fighting here, saving a lot of time, Si Ming remembered that there was another very important match worth paying attention to, so he hurriedly ran with Lu Mao to the sixth arena, where Murong Qing was fighting Lian Buqi.

Fortunately, when the two arrived, the match had not yet started, and they also ran into Zhong Lingxiu in the audience. She had been eliminated by her opponent in the previous round, but she didn't care about the result and didn't feel frustrated.

In the martial arts competition, Murong Qing chose to use a spear, while Lian Buqi chose a stream-like terrain. There was an artificial stream in the center of the arena, with pebbles lining the banks, giving it a rustic feel. All that was missing was a woman washing clothes.

"Apologize to the victim now, and I can overlook your actions."

Murong Qing gripped the spear with both hands, gave it a gentle shake, creating six flourishes, and solemnly warned.

Lian Buqi snorted, "I don't think I've done anything that requires an apology, and I don't need to care about your attitude. What difference does it make if you hold a grudge or not? Today, I'll make you understand the truth of the jungle: the strong prey on the weak. Don't think you represent justice; justice only stands with the victor!"

"Is this the twisted and heretical doctrine you believe in? Then let me tell you a truth: justice may always be delayed, but it will never be absent!"

With the sound of a gong, the competition begins!

Chapter Seventy-Five: The Power of Science and Martial Arts

From the start of the match, Murong Qing displayed a strong desire to attack, taking a step forward and thrusting his spear like a meteor to seize the initiative.

"Your anger isn't enough; you stabbed me in the chest instead of my face."

Lian Buqi or retreating, just before the spear tip was about to reach him, he suddenly thrust his palm horizontally, striking the wooden spearhead and knocking it away. The spear flew past his shoulder, tearing a gash in his sleeve.

This exquisite and extremely dangerous move is no less than catching a hundred blades with bare hands. It looks simple, but it is an extreme test of eyesight and courage. It requires the perfect timing. A second too early or a second too late will result in drastically different outcomes. Whether you are an expert or not, you will be intrigued by this Lian Buqi act.