Real Combat Skills

Zhao Tianxing smirked upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "Qian Zi, you really didn't need to say that last sentence. Now I look even more ridiculous."

Lan Ling's gaze turned cold as she looked at Qian Shen, the student who dared to defy his senior, and said indifferently, "Zhou Ke, why don't you give this junior some pointers?"

Just as Zhou Ke was about to walk towards Qian Shen, a flash of lightning appeared in the air.

To everyone's astonishment, Bai Zhenzhen appeared before Zhou Ke like a gust of wind.

Zhao Tianxing frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "Didn't I tell them not to come? Why are they here again?"

He seemed to recall the scene from several months ago when Bai Zhenzhen was thrown away by Lan Ling.

Although Bai Zhenzhen's strength has improved by leaps and bounds in the past few months, the second-year high school students are also cultivating and progressing. In Zhao Tianxing's view, the difference in cultivation time over that year is simply impossible to catch up with.

"You want to fight, huh?" Bai Zhenzhen sneered, looking at Zhou Ke and saying, "I'll fight you."

But then Lan Ling said, "Zhou Ke, why don't you rest for a bit and recover your strength?"

Lan Ling said this because, based on Bai Zhenzhen's previous performance in the Physical Competition, he felt that Zhou Ke might not be a match for Bai Zhenzhen.

Of course, Lan Ling couldn't allow Bai Zhenzhen, a first-year high school student, to lecture a second-year high school student in front of so many people.

So he made up an excuse to send Zhou Ke away and walked up to meet Bai Zhenzhen's gaze.

Lan Ling smiled slightly and said casually, "Junior, it's been a few months since we last met. Let me give you some pointers again..."

Boom!

Before Lan Ling could finish speaking, Bai Zhenzhen's right leg seemed to vanish into thin air, exploding into a wave of air on Lan Ling's lower abdomen.

Just like the sparring match a few months ago, Bai Zhenzhen kicked Lan Ling again, but the result was completely different.

Lan Ling's expression changed slightly, and his previously steady body took two steps back.

"Senior, you seem to underestimate me."

As Bai Zhenzhen spoke, she had already disappeared from Lan Ling's sight.

Lei Jun's eyes lit up, thinking to himself, "It's been so long since I've seen Bai Zhenzhen go all out. She's gotten so much stronger already?"

"Good sneak attack." Lei Jun praised sincerely, "Remember this, sneak attacks are a great art in actual combat, and the best choice for the weak to defeat the strong."

The next moment, it seemed as if lightning was flashing back and forth in the air.

Bai Zhenzhen's blurry figure darted around like a ghost.

Amidst the shocked gazes of numerous first- and second-year high school students, Bai Zhenzhen transformed into a raging storm, completely engulfing the Lan Ling before them.

Lightning bolts accompanied by shockwaves exploded all over Lan Ling's body, like cannonballs bombarding him, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Lan Ling covered his vitals with both hands, watching this scene with equal astonishment, thinking to himself, "This Bai Zhenzhen has actually acquired such strength?"

"In just a few months, she actually... has reached the level to fight me?"

Thinking of this, Lan Ling felt an intense surge of jealousy.

How much money did he spend? How much effort did he put in? How much time did he spend getting to this point?

And this poor wretch managed to get close to him with even less money and less time?

With a loud boom, Lan Ling's Qi and Blood and qi surged suddenly, and his right palm throbbed violently as it began to expand, instantly turning twice its original size in a crimson glow.

It is the Expert-level Cultivation Method of Lan Ling, the Heart Origin Great Handprint Level 5!

It not only involves the expansion and exertion of muscles, but also gathers the power of the body's Qi and Blood and qi into this palm strike.

With a gentle push of her palm, Bai Zhenzhen felt the air press down on her like a wall, the oppressive pressure almost suffocating her.

"We can't fight him head-on." Bai Zhenzhen quickly retreated, having already dodged the palm strike.

In an instant, it became clear that the two on the field were fighting as if from a distance. Lan Ling could not catch up with Bai Zhenzhen, and Bai Zhenzhen did not confront Lan Ling head-on.

Just then, Lan Ling shouted, "Junior sisters, you don't even dare to take one of my palms?"

"A classic provocation opening," Lei Jun analyzed. "Remember this: provoking your opponent, disrupting their mindset, even making them give up their advantage and use their weakness to attack their strength—these are the great skills of provocation, and they will be tested in the theoretical exam."

Many first-year high school students nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Lan Ling frowned and couldn't help but glance at Lei Jun.

Just then, Bai Zhenzhen, who was moving at high speed, sneered and said, "Lan Ling, with your level, you can't even beat a high school freshman like me. I think you've already stepped into Junior College. All these years of studying have been a waste."

Upon hearing this, Lan Ling gritted his teeth, and his Qi and Blood seemed to boil even more.

"What an insult!" Lei Jun commented from the side, "Listen to Bai Zhenzhen's few words, they are not only extremely aggressive, but also tailor-made for her opponent, immediately making her agitated."

"Sneak attacks, provocations, and insults are all fundamental knowledge in actual combat and key points for the theoretical exam. Study carefully and memorize them well..."

Lan Ling grew even more annoyed upon hearing this; wasn't this implying that he wanted to attend Junior College?

This was an utter disgrace to Lan Ling. He had studied hard since he was a child and had never been told that he should go to Junior College.

Roar!

Lan Ling looked at Bai Zhenzhen approaching him again, let out a loud shout, and surging magical power mixed with air currents poured out of his mouth.

Visible ripples spread in all directions.

It is yet another Expert-level Cultivation Method, the Lion's Roar Level 5!

The surging sound waves swept in all directions, launching a full-scale attack on the space surrounding Lan Ling. Just as Lan Ling felt that his attack was bound to hit Bai Zhenzhen.

But Bai Zhenzhen seemed to have anticipated this, his body crackling with electricity. The instant he unleashed his Lion's Roar, he had already changed direction and darted away into the distance.

In Bai Zhenzhen's eyes, Lan Ling's furious expression, as if he was about to unleash a powerful attack, was far too obvious.

However, the power of the Lion's Roar technique diminishes significantly over distance, and Bai Zhenzhen easily deflected it, launching it towards Lan Ling once again.

At this moment, after Lan Ling withdrew the Heart Origin Great Handprint and unleashed the Lion's Roar, in Bai Zhenzhen's eyes, neither his physical strength nor his magical power were at their peak, and every move he made was full of flaws.

Amidst the resounding explosions, Bai Zhenzhen and Lan Ling were already locked in fierce combat.

The two struck each other's palms and fingers together, creating a series of thunderous explosions.

With a whoosh, Bai Zhenzhen withdrew her attack and retreated, looking at Lan Ling with a faint smile, "Want to continue?"

Lan Ling snorted coldly, suppressing the Lion's Roar that was about to erupt from his throat, and said, "Junior sister, are you scared?"

Just then, Lei Jun exclaimed, "Beautiful!"

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"This insult, this slap in the face, strikes right at the heart; remember it well."

Lan Ling frowned slightly, and then looked at his chest as if he had just realized something. He saw that his clothes were torn, revealing a wound with a slight bloodstain.

The wound was inflicted by Bai Zhenzhen when she fought him, using the Body Piercing Sword Qi combined with the Formless Sword Art and supplemented by her True Spirit Root.

It wasn't very powerful; it only scratched Lan Ling's skin and left a few streaks of blood.

But the wound formed the words: Junior College

Furious!

It welled up in Lan Ling's heart.

Meanwhile, Lei Jun on the other side was still saying, "Look? Isn't the effect great?"

"I already told you, the Gaokao will be about fighting the Yellow Turban Warriors, so just give it your all and fight as hard as you can. I'm not asking you to use any real combat techniques during the exam."

"But real combat is different from exams. You can't always think about how to injure or kill your opponent. Even if you win, you'll still lose money. The more you win, the more you lose."

"Truly skilled combat experts inflict pain without physically harming the opponent; they damage the spirit, not the body."

"It's like Dao of Insult; you might think it's useless during exams, but it's incredibly useful in real-world situations."

"A true master of insult can leave an opponent without harming a single hair, yet after a single battle, cause their Dao Heart to crumble, or even lead to their death from depression."

Lan Ling glared at Lei Jun and shouted angrily, "Teacher, haven't you said too much?"

Lei Jun laughed and said, "It's rare for a second-year high school student to guide a first-year high school student, so I certainly can't waste this opportunity. I need to give everyone a good analysis."

Lan Ling took a few deep breaths, glared at Bai Zhenzhen, and said, "A mere trick, let's continue."

"Do you still want to hit me?" Bai Zhenzhen said calmly, "Forget it, I don't want to carve words on you anymore."

Lan Ling's face flushed with Qi and Blood, and he roared, "Bai Zhenzhen! You only managed to scratch me a little when I wasn't looking. How could you possibly be my match in terms of real strength?"

"He's getting anxious." Zhao Tianxing, watching from the sidelines, secretly shook his head. "Getting anxious just makes him look like a complete clown."

Based on his past experiences of being made a fool of, Zhao Tianxing deeply understood that when one is at a disadvantage, one must pretend to be calm and collected.

Conversely, if you rush into it, then in the eyes of others, you've already lost even if you haven't actually lost, and you've already made a fool of yourself even if you haven't actually made a fool of yourself.

"Very well, now that the Clown Position has shifted to Lan Ling, what I just did is nothing."

On the other side.

"Forget it, senior." Bai Zhenzhen shook her head and said calmly, "Look, you've already broken down."

Just as Lan Ling was getting anxious.

Outside the Training Field gate, Zhou Chechen leaned against the wall, sighing helplessly, "Sigh, look at you, in such a hurry again."

Then Zhou Chechen smiled slightly and said to Zhang Yu in front of him, "Junior, your gaze is making me very uncomfortable."

Zhang Yu, who arrived Training Field Bai Zhenzhen step later, stared at Zhou Chechen and said, "Senior, do you want to give me some pointers?"

Zhou Chechen, exuding an aura of icy coldness, walked step by step towards Zhang Yu, looking down at him and slowly saying, "Compared to you, I'm actually more interested in your master Zhang Pianpian."

"Junior, don't think too highly of yourself."

"Even if I were to do something... it would be like encountering a barking dog; I'd just kick it to shut it up, and then see if it's a stray or a domestic dog."

(End of this chapter)