Talking It Through
But Si Ming chose to fall for it. "I understand. Go back and rest. Leave this to me. Don't worry about it. I'll let you know the results later."
He turned and ran towards the door, taking three steps at a time. He quickly used his lightness skill and ran like the wind, following the traces left by Murong Qing unintentionally.
If it were the original owner of this body, he might have chosen to stay. After all, Hongdou desperately needed comfort at that moment, and staying now might be a good opportunity to open her heart. But for Si Ming, his bond with Murong Qing was much stronger. The childhood memories of his innocent friendship with Hongdou were too vague, and besides, it belonged to someone else.
"The chaotic and disordered aura must be Murong Qing's; in her emotional turmoil, she can't contain her True Qi."
Si Ming was already used to running through the streets. Since his transmigration, he had played "parkour" on the streets several times and had become extremely skilled at it. He constantly used streetlights, billboards, walls and other facilities and buildings to climb over obstacles and run at full speed without slowing down.
"With Murong Qing's willpower, she shouldn't have been so easily defeated. It must have been a series of blows piled up. The seeds of this problem were sown when she was defeated by Lian Buqi last time. The competition entry she used to express her feelings was replaced, which triggered this problem. Then, seeing Hongdou's work was another blow. In the end, Hongdou's innocence became the last straw that broke her heart."
As Si Ming chased after Murong Qing, he analyzed her psychological changes and thought of ways to comfort her.
However, before he could figure it out, he saw Murong Qing's back.
At the same time, Murong Qing also noticed Si Ming's approach. She tried to get rid of him, but she was already at a disadvantage in terms of lightness skills, and at this moment she was in a state of confusion. She could not use 60% of her skills and was quickly caught up.
"Don't come any closer!"
Murong Qing shouted loudly, stopping Si Ming, and then unleashed her ultimate weapon that silenced everyone. "I'm in a lot of turmoil right now. Can you give me some time to calm down? I'm begging you, okay?"
Now, she was disheveled and looked utterly wretched. Her usual confident and capable class monitor image was completely gone, replaced by a fragile, anxious, and self-destructive aura. She looked like someone standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall at any moment.
Si Ming opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Of course, he knew many principles of life and had read many inspirational articles, but if he said them now, would the other person really listen?
Why couldn't he learn the art of verbal Divine Ability with his martial arts talent? Si Ming deeply regretted this.
Fortunately, clever people have their own explanations, and clumsy people have their own methods.
"I won't let you overthink things on your own. Knowing you as I do, I know you'll definitely get stuck on these thoughts."
"What do you know about me? You don't know me at all!" Murong Qing was already on the verge of hysteria.
"Then let's start learning from now on. I don't know much about your Painting School' methods, but as a martial artist, I should naturally communicate in a martial arts way."
Si Ming pulled his arm back, focused his energy in his Dantian, and kicked out like a wild horse, fierce as a storm, closing the distance to Murong Qing by three steps. He unleashed a Wuhua horse stance punch with a straight push, aiming directly at Murong Qing's face.
Murong Qing was completely unprepared for the attack at this moment. Her panicked mind left her momentarily at a loss. Fortunately, her years of martial arts training had made some moves and routines instinctive for her. In particular, Si Ming's horse stance punch was as standard as a textbook. She immediately adopted the Wuji stance, pushing hard with one palm, her lower body firmly planted, while her upper body remained loose.
The moment their fists and palms collided, Murong Qing's body swayed, seemingly moving yet not moving, but she completely neutralized Si Ming's force. Then she also assumed a horse stance, her other hand following closely, striking from under her ribs with a spiraling force.
The Confucian School Six Arts Art – Command the Fierce Wind!
This punch mobilized all of Murong Qing's strength, starting from his horse stance and spreading to his waist, abdomen, and spine. Every joint exploded with power, combining internal and external forces. In just two feet, the force of the punch surged like a rapidly spinning turbine, as if the air itself was being torn apart, emitting a sharp and piercing whistle.
Si Ming swung his arms inward, as if releasing a heavy gate to trap his opponent's punch.
However, Murong Qing's punch was too powerful. Even though she didn't consciously mobilize her strength, her honed skills naturally brought out the full power of her move, smashing Si Ming's arms open and striking him squarely in the chest.
However, Si Ming was not knocked away, nor did he even move. Instead, damp steam appeared behind him, releasing heat and soaking his clothes.
Phase Transfer Body-Protecting Divine Art!
This change was unexpected. In the routines that Murong Qing had learned, the opponent would either forcefully block the punch and knock her back, or be unable to withstand the punch and retreat actively or passively. In this situation where she stood still and took the punch head-on, there was no subsequent change, because under normal circumstances, the opponent would have already been seriously injured by the punch.
The momentary hesitation was seized by Si Ming, who pressed close, wrapped his arms around Murong Qing's, tripped him with one leg, and knocked him to the ground. Then, he used his soft technique to press down on him.
Chapter Ninety: Guidance
Even if Murong Qing had no intention of fighting, when a person is entangled, their instinct is to struggle, just like a person falling into water.
"Let me go!"
"I won't let go! Break free yourself if you dare."
Si Ming would not give her such an opportunity. He desperately wrapped his arms and legs around her body, using soft techniques to engage in close-quarters combat, not giving Murong Qing a chance to break free. At first glance, it looked about 80% like the grappling techniques in judo.
There are two best ways to deal with this kind of persistent martial arts. One is to use a martial art similar to the Eighteen Falls on Contact with Clothing Techniques to deflect and flinch the opponent's force, preventing them from getting entangled. The other is to use the Golden Cicada Shedding its Shell technique, throwing off the clothes and sliding out to create distance.
Murong Qing had never learned the former, and as a girl, it was inconvenient for her to use the latter, especially since she was in a state of mental turmoil and couldn't think of such a method at all.
The two men were rolling and wrestling on the ground, showing no martial arts skills whatsoever, but rather like two thugs pulling each other in the street.
Murong Qing struggled desperately, but could not break free. Although her Internal Cultivation was superior to Si Ming's, Si Ming had been cultivating his Jing Essence with nuclear radiation in the past few days, which greatly improved his physical fitness. Even if he could only use 80% of his strength, he could still suppress Murong Qing's full strength.
A moment later, Murong Qing exhausted her strength and could no longer struggle. The irritable and frustrated emotions in her heart were released with her strength.
"I won," Si Ming said smugly.
Murong Qing was utterly defeated by Hongdou in the painting path, almost to the point of despair, and completely lost the will to fight back. However, he did not give up in the martial arts path. After all, talent is important in martial arts, but it is far from enough to determine the upper limit. There are examples in history of martial artists with low talent eventually becoming Grandmaster. At that moment, his competitive spirit was aroused.
"You're taking advantage of someone's vulnerability; your victory is dishonest!"
"A win is a win, and a loss is a loss. Blaming your opponent for being despicable when you've revealed your own weakness is an excuse only someone who can't accept defeat would make."
I misjudged you; I never thought you were this kind of person.
"Hahaha..."
Si Ming tilted his head back and let out a standard villainous laugh, taunting, "You're not convinced? Come and bite me! Go ahead and bite me! I'm going to die, I'm going to die, let go now!"
"Wu Pingbu!"
Just then, an older woman returning from dancing happened to pass by and saw the two of them entangled together, especially the girl's mouth pressed tightly against the boy's neck. She was immediately startled.
"The world is going to the dogs, people's hearts have lost their way. Are young people these days so daring? Even if you're going to have sex in the wild, at least do it in the bushes. You two were just grabbing each other in the middle of the park path. You're way too impatient."
The older woman sighed with obvious disapproval, shook her head, and walked past the two people on the ground.