The Profound Meaning of Classical Mechanics: A Basic Attack!

The Profound Meaning of Classical Mechanics—A Basic Attack!

"Feng Mei, how long do you think it'll take Wuque to win?"

"Him? Hmph~ I bet he'll end up looking pathetic. Three minutes—three minutes, at most."

With her arms confidently folded, Wu Feng watched Ning Wuque step onto the Azure Jade Arena with utter contempt.

He might train hard normally, but what was the point? If hard work was all it took, what would geniuses be for?

But Ning Tian shook her head. She knew more than Wu Feng did. Ning Wuque was a genius in the truest sense of the word—one no genius born with a powerful Martial Soul and high-grade Soul Power could compare to.

They were merely those favored by the heavens. But Ning Wuque could become just as strong as them without needing the heavens' favor!

"I think Wuque will win within a minute—and it'll be a crushing victory!"

Ignoring Wu Feng's jealous little pout and complaints, Ning Tian stared intently at Ning Wuque on the arena.

Stepping onto the Jade Stone Bricks of the arena, Ning Wuque knew they were specially made to prevent Soul Skills from accidentally damaging the ground. They could withstand ordinary offensive Soul Skills from one- and two-ring Soul Masters.

Looking at the young girl taunting him before the match, Ning Wuque clenched his fists. He could hardly wait to teach her what happened to naughty children.

At such a young age, she should not be so full of herself. Otherwise, she would get beaten!

"The rules are one-on-one. The use of Soul Tools is prohibited."

At the side, a teacher with six rings, a Soul Emperor serving as referee, shouted loudly before giving Ning Wuque a pointed look.

It was as if he were saying: I know you're carrying Soul Tools.

"Is that so? What a pity."

Ning Wuque spoke calmly, then looked at the girl in the distance with pity. His utterly undisguised gaze naturally drew her displeasure.

Just as she was about to open her mouth and angrily rebuke Ning Wuque, she suddenly let out a shriek.

"Pervert—!!"

There was no other reason. Ning Wuque had grabbed one corner of his school uniform with one hand and, with a smooth flick, tossed it into the air.

In an instant, everyone's eyes gathered on the exceptionally bold boy!

"Look! What is he wearing? Is that a Soul Tool? What does it do?"

"A defensive Soul Tool? No wonder the referee looked at him earlier. How shameless! Getting punched by that thing must hurt like hell!"

"That's so indecent! How can he act like that?"

"Uh, look! There's something wrong with that Soul Tool!"

On the arena, Ning Wuque began channeling the Soul Power in his body to connect with the Soul Guidance Training Gear he wore.

Then—

Click~

With the sound of mechanisms turning, the Soul Tool on his body automatically unlocked.

Ning Wuque slowly raised both arms. Once unlocked, the Forced Training Gear around his arms automatically slipped downward, crashing down like weights of a thousand jin.

Boom~

A thunderous sound rang in everyone's ears. Looking closely, they saw that the smooth Azure Jade Arena had been smashed into two distinct dents by the falling armguards!

It was not over yet!

Rumble~

The breastplate freely fell backward, leaving another shallow dent where it landed.

Then came two lighter crashing sounds as two identical leg guards slipped out from beneath Ning Wuque's pants and fell beside his feet.

At last, all the training gear on his body had been removed, and he returned to his strongest state under normal conditions!

"H-He-He—"

In the stands, Wu Feng stared in shock, her voice stammering. Pointing at Ning Wuque on the arena, she said to Ning Tian in disbelief, "He trains while wearing something like that all the time?!"

She simply could not believe it. No wonder she had always felt something was off. Since a year ago, Ning Wuque's training seemed to have entered an awkward dead end.

She had never heard him mention a number above fifteen hundred.

She had thought... thought that he had reached his limit. She had even mocked him several times because of it. But now, it seemed this guy had never cared about her at all from the beginning!

Damn it!

"I'm... surprised too!"

Ning Tian covered her mouth, maintaining an elegant posture. Her father's information had mentioned that Zhang Can had made a Soul Guidance Training Gear for Ning Wuque, but even she found it hard to believe that he wore it almost every day.

He had never uttered a word of bitterness or fatigue. He only trained, trained, and trained!

Tempering himself into iron, forging himself into steel!

Leaving aside the shock and other emotions of the students in the audience, Yu Xiaoxiao, Ning Wuque's opponent on the arena, had already been frightened out of her wits.

She knew perfectly well how hard the Azure Jade Arena was. The teacher had explained that before they came here. Precisely because she knew, she understood just how monstrous Ning Wuque was for wearing Soul Tools capable of leaving marks on the arena!

This guy... please show mercy!

"Gulp~"

Swallowing hard, she began to regret eagerly taunting him as soon as she stepped onto the arena.

Heh, is it too late to make peace now?

"Both sides, summon your Martial Souls."

Giving Yu Xiaoxiao a somewhat pitying glance, the referee moved on to the second stage of the match.

Very quickly, Yu Xiaoxiao on the opposite side underwent Martial Soul Possession. A jade longsword appeared in her hand, its hilt adorned with ornaments. A yellow hundred-year Soul Ring rose from beneath her feet and gently pulsed.

As for Ning Wuque, he stood with his arms folded over his chest, showing no intention of undergoing Martial Soul Possession. He merely gave the referee a look indicating that he was ready, then made no further move.

Respecting the contestant's personal choice, the referee shouted loudly, "The match begins!"

Boom—!

The moment his words fell, Ning Wuque raised his foot and stomped heavily on the floor beneath him. Under his exquisite control, the Soul Power within his body gathered at his heel.

Aiming at the seam between the Jade Stone Bricks, he applied force from the perspective of classical mechanics and sent one flying!

Everyone only saw Ning Wuque stomp hard. A stone brick half a meter long and thirty centimeters wide was pried up by that single kick before flying into the air.

As the stone brick began to fall, Ning Wuque fixed his gaze on Yu Xiaoxiao ahead, who had already been scared senseless by him.

He raised his arm.

Then threw a punch!

Bang—

Like a cannonball, the falling Jade Stone Brick shot forward in a straight line beneath Ning Wuque's punch.

Smack~

Without any surprise, before the stone brick flying toward Yu Xiaoxiao's chest could send her flying, the Referee Teacher flashed in front of her and steadily caught it, then announced the result.

"In this match, Ning Wuque versus Yu Xiaoxiao, Ning Wuque wins!"

"What a pity. You originally had a chance to get close to me. Of course, that was all you could have done."

Ning Wuque spoke indifferently, neatly following up on what he had said at the start.

Without the training gear, even an ordinary agility-attack Battle Soul Master who had just entered the third ring could not match his speed!

After speaking, he bent slightly and began picking up the training gear from the ground to put it back on.

Everything he had done just now had looked incredibly cool.

But the way he bent down to pick up the training gear and put it back on was truly pathetic.