Apology

Gu Xinglie appeared ordinary, but its power stemmed entirely from his own Foundation. Once unleashed, the enemy had no way to block or dodge it.

However, this palm strike posed no threat to Si Ming, because his Foundation completely overwhelmed his opponent's. The scorching energy inherent in the palm technique was a joke to him, and he met it head-on without a care.

As he struck his palms together, Gu Xinglie felt as if he had struck a fire. The opponent's scorching, magma-like internal force surged up the Laogong acupoint in his palm, dispelling his remaining True Qi like boiling water being poured over snow. The force traveled straight up his meridians, causing him to let out a painful groan.

"Sword Reverses Heavenly Light!"

Having been tempered by the battlefield, Gu Xinglie possessed an unyielding will. When injured, he used the momentum to retreat and mobilized all the remaining power in his body for a final strike. Instantly, the Sword Qi roared and hissed, and the sword light was dense, like a dome illuminating his own door. The tip of the sword spat out a small inch of sharpness and swept out horizontally.

"A cornered beast's struggle."

Si Ming moved with the ease of a leisurely stroll, his evil blade slicing through the opponent's Sword Qi by avoiding their strength and striking their weakness, easily causing their final counterattack to miss. Then he closed in and struck Gu Xinglie his palm.

Gu Xinglie's body flew backward, and he was about to follow in the footsteps of being "hung in a painting" when he suddenly broke through the force restraining him. He turned around and forcefully landed back on the ground. The moment he landed, his face turned red, and he bent over and vomited a mouthful of blood.

In fact, Si Ming had deliberately controlled his strength, so he wouldn't have been injured by hitting the wall. However, Gu Xinglie didn't want to embarrass himself in front of everyone, so he used his strength to forcefully break through, and thus suffered a backlash.

"I, Gu, am inferior in skill and humbly admit defeat. Farewell!"

Gu Xinglie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Si Ming, and then turned and left gracefully without any hesitation.

Si Ming didn't care; anything he said at this point would be seen as sarcastic. He had a good impression of Gu Xinglie, so he turned to the crowd and said, "Next."

An eerie silence fell over the audience. Unlike yesterday, there was no scrambling or pushing. Today, all those who came to watch were skilled martial artists, and the students who came to join the fun were kept outside. They naturally understood what Si Ming's calm breathing meant.

A moment later, a man stepped forward. "I don't believe it, his stamina is truly inexhaustible."

Then he was asked to leave after three moves.

However, with this period of time as a buffer, everyone recovered from their previous shock. Whether Si Ming's stamina was inexhaustible or not was irrelevant to their goal of defeating Si Ming; it simply eliminated the tactic of a war of attrition.

Next, Si Ming entered a rhythm of continuous battles, even more intense than yesterday, with no time to rest, and the average level was higher than yesterday, with two of them being on par with Gu Xinglie in strength.

The challengers soon discovered that Si Ming not only had unfathomable stamina, but also inexhaustible Internal Cultivation. The two experts whose strength was comparable to Gu Xinglie were defeated by Si Ming using the same tactics.

The challengers quickly realized that even if they knew Si Ming would employ delaying tactics, they were powerless to stop him. Si Ming's abilities were too comprehensive, with no obvious weaknesses, enough to drag his opponents into his rhythm. The best way to break this tactic was to force a victory with ultimate moves, but if they did that, the spectators outside the ring would suffer. After all, the destructive range of ultimate moves was too wide, and no martial artist could control them. If the martial arts hall collapsed, who would compensate them?

What's even more frustrating is that they find themselves without any grounds to condemn Si Ming as despicable. If they were in Si Ming's position, they wouldn't dare use such tactics, and they would also have to guard against the opponent's war of attrition.

As dusk fell, the light streaming through the windows turned orange-yellow. Gaoyang Wuji and his group rushed over, their faces showing anxiety and regret.

When they arrived at the training ground, they witnessed Si Ming unleashing a powerful slash that sent his opponent flying and crashing into the wall.

"It's time tonight. Today's match ends here. If anyone still wants to fight me, they can come again tomorrow." Si Ming said with a strong voice, only a little sweat seeping from his forehead. Although he looked tired, it was more his spirit than his body that was strong.

He sheathed his sword and was about to leave when he heard someone shout, "Wait a moment, Gaoyang Wuji is coming to fight!"

Si Ming shook his head and repeated, "I'm sorry, the time has come. You can come again tomorrow. Please rest assured, I will not avoid the fight. There are still four days left, plenty of time." After saying that, he stepped off the arena.

"Wait a minute, today only. If you have the guts, don't run away from my challenge." In his impatience, Gaoyang Wuji resorted to provocation.

Si Ming sneered, "Whether I have the guts or not is not for you to decide. But you insisted on coming at the hour of You (5-7 PM). Everyone knows your guts perfectly well."

The implication is that the other party deliberately waited for him to tire himself out before taking advantage of him.

Someone who knew Gaoyang Wuji pulled him back and advised, "Forget it. If you want to challenge him, come back tomorrow. Believe me, there's no difference between challenging him today and coming back tomorrow. This person's stamina is unfathomable; he's practically a monster. He hasn't even worn off much yet. You won't gain any advantage."

"No, today is very different from tomorrow!"

Gaoyang Wuji anxious. After Hou Fei reminded him, he suddenly realized that he had overlooked a factor, namely, "momentum"!

Having won for three consecutive days, defeating challenger after challenger with an undefeated record, Si Ming's momentum was constantly building. By tomorrow, it was highly likely that he would be in a position of great power, at which point he would be able to exert eighteen percent of his strength. This was not just idle worry; many martial artists had similar experiences, suddenly feeling a surge of pride and full of confidence in their own abilities, making them feel invincible and daring to fight any enemy they encountered.

Gaoyang Wuji faced a Spirit Transformation Grandmaster with the same mindset, performed exceptionally well, and managed to retreat in a draw. Therefore, he was very clear that if Si Ming also entered this state, Sun Wu University would truly become a stepping stone for the opponent's rise to fame.

No, I won't let you leave today, no matter what!

Gaoyang Wuji attacked Si Ming with his palm, intending to force a fight despite the suspicion of "not winning honorably," while the members of the martial arts club also stepped forward to block Si Ming's path.

Are all the students at Sun Wu University such sore losers?

From the audience, Si Huaruo, who had been gathering her strength for a long time, leaped down and impatiently launched her long-prepared ultimate move, attacking everyone in the martial arts hall.

"The Stream Vortex Immerses and Condenses Ripples!"

Chapter 645 Apology

A vast and powerful aura, as boundless as the sea, arose out of thin air the moment Si Huaruo raised her palm, spreading outwards. The four directions of heaven and earth seemed to become extensions of her limbs, obeying her command. As she lowered her hand and pressed down, an invisible vortex of True Qi descended from the sky, with ripples spreading outwards from top to bottom, enveloping the entire martial arts hall.

Unlike most extreme moves that aim to destroy, Si Huaruo's move was intended to trap the enemy without causing any real damage. Everyone felt as if they were embedded in space, unable to move. Once they tried to struggle, ripples would spread around their bodies, completely dissipating their force. This feeling was different from being forcibly bound; there was no tactile sensation of being blocked by a hard object, but rather an inability to exert force. They couldn't even take a step or reach for something.

Reality is not like a game; there is no friendly fire immunity. Unless Si Huaruo cultivates this move to a level of complete control, she can bypass her teammates with the move. But right now, she can barely use the move, so she obviously cannot achieve that. Therefore, Si Ming, Yu Shuying, and others were also affected and imprisoned.

Si Ming tried to exert his strength and found that it was almost impossible for him to break free with his Internal Cultivation. He would need to be at least level 15. It would be easier to break free with brute force. He could forcefully break free with either the Vajra Demon-Subduing Power or the Asura Divine Power. -- Only he could say such a thing. Most Nascent Spirit Transformation would find it easier to break free with their Internal Cultivation.

Si Huaruo quickly realized what was happening and released Si Ming from his restraints. Their eyes met, and the former gave Si Ming a look that said, "See, I helped you out, didn't I?" The latter replied with a look that said, "You were a great help. Now it's up to you."

After Si Ming left, Si Huaruo withdrew her moves, eliciting gasps of amazement from the martial arts hall.

"What kind of martial art is this? I've never seen anything like it before, it's too bizarre!"

"It feels like a 'freezing spell' from mythology, but in mythology, a freezing spell only freezes one person, not a whole group like this."

"After the girl used this move, she was unable to move herself, showing that it's not very effective in one-on-one combat. However, if used in a two-person battle, it would only leave her helpless and waiting to die."

Qiu Ze looked at Si Huaruo with a surprised expression, his face full of disbelief, like a male CEO who has met a female CEO who is richer than him, and his greatest confidence has collapsed.