Military Boxing Is Actually An Evasion Skill

With a light and happy mood, Ling Yun left school.

The afterglow of the sunset hadn't completely faded, and the evening breeze carried a hint of coolness.

To reward himself for his heroic "saving the damsel" feat (and for Jiang Yingqing's "super handsome" comment that kept him in a good mood), he decided to splurge.

His gaze swept over the small shops by the street, finally settling on a Liuzhou River Snail Noodle shop emitting a unique "exotic aroma."

"Boss, deluxe version! Add pork trotters, add duck feet, add fried egg!" Ling Yun ordered generously.

The boss's hands moved nimbly, and before long, a bowl piled high with a deluxe River Snail Noodle, brimming with aroma (or "lethality"), was served.

Bright red chili oil, crispy fried tofu skin, soft pork trotters and duck feet, and fried eggs soaked in broth...

Ling Yun ate heartily, even drinking all the soup at the end. Satisfied, he scanned the QR code and paid fifty big ones.

Returning home, he checked the time; it was just past 6:30. Ling Yun comfortably took a hot shower, washing away the day's sweat and the "aftertaste" of the River Snail Noodles. Then, he threw himself onto the soft bed and leisurely took out his phone—it was time for the Peak Tournament!

His fingertips danced across the screen, his consciousness immersed in the battles of the canyon.

Time flew by with constant tower pushes, counter-kills, and penta kills (occasionally, teammates would cause his blood pressure to soar).

It wasn't until the clock struck midnight (when the Peak Tournament in-game closed) that Ling Yun reluctantly put down his phone.

Looking at the glittering "2000 points" Peak mark on the screen, he let out a long sigh.

His record tonight was impressive, and of course, the ELO system's "care" was also a factor—in one match, he single-handedly dragged a game that had collapsed at the start all the way to the late game. Just as victory seemed within reach, his four teammates, with the enemy having only destroyed one high ground tower, all simultaneously clicked surrender!

The moment the crystal exploded, Ling Yun almost couldn't resist throwing his phone like a brick!

Losing to opponents was one thing, but losing to his teammates' "betrayal" was frustrating to the point of internal injury!

As soon as he returned to the game lobby, an invitation box popped up instantly—it was a team invitation from Jiang Yingxue.

"Hey? You finally finished playing!"

Jiang Yingxue's slightly aggrieved voice came through the receiver.

"Playing by myself today is cursed! I lose every match! My teammates keep flaming me for being bad! It's infuriating! I didn't dare to play anymore, afraid of dropping back to Star Glory..."

Her voice was filled with the resentment of someone who "plays badly but loves to play."

Ling Yun glanced at her rank—sure enough, she was back to Honor of Kings zero stars, hovering on the verge of demotion. He suppressed a chuckle, "It's okay, aren't I here now? I'll carry you!"

The two began their duo queue journey again. After two hours of intense fighting, led by Ling Yun's lightning-fast Ma Chao who pierced through three lanes (and with Jiang Yingxue's Sun Bin support diligently following behind, pressing the speed-up and heal buttons), their record was outstanding.

Jiang Yingxue successfully reached Honor of Kings 15 stars, and Ling Yun also reached 26 stars.

"Wow! Ling Yun, you're amazing!" Jiang Yingxue's voice was filled with excitement, "Your Ma Chao was so fast! I just pressed my skills from behind, and my assists kept racking up, it was so satisfying!"

"It's alright," Ling Yun pretended to be profound, but the corners of his mouth turned up, "They call me 'The Number One Spear Under Heaven,' specializing in letting support players win effortlessly until they're thoroughly satisfied."

The communication between them had clearly become much more familiar and relaxed.

Before logging off, Ling Yun earnestly advised, "Sister, promise me, don't play ranked matches by yourself during the day! If you really want to play, practice heroes in normal matches, get familiar with their skills, and so on."

"Got it, got it!" Jiang Yingxue's voice was filled with laughter as she readily agreed.

The next morning, the sun was bright.

Ling Yun, who had only slept for four hours, felt refreshed and energetic, with no hint of fatigue—the benefits of his immortal physique were fully evident.

If it were in the past, he would have probably "ascended" (died of exhaustion) by now.

Arriving at the assembly point on the school's sports field, Ling Yun's gaze instinctively searched for a certain figure.

As expected, Jiang Yingqing was also looking in his direction. The moment their eyes met, Jiang Yingqing lowered her head quickly like a startled fawn, a blush quietly creeping up to her earlobes.

This subtle interaction made Ling Yun's mood even better.

"All students, assemble!" Drill Instructor Cheng Yuanzhou's loud voice interrupted this brief "exchange of glances."

"Today's training subject for the morning—Military Boxing!" Cheng Yuanzhou announced.

"Military Boxing?!" Most of the boys' eyes lit up instantly, as if they saw themselves transforming into martial arts masters, capable of defeating enemies with a single move, and they whispered excitedly.

Only Zhou Da, standing next to Ling Yun, had a look of disdain on his face, even a hint of... disgust?

"Da Zi, looking at your expression, do you have a problem with Military Boxing?" Ling Yun asked in a low voice, curious.

Zhou Da's face was full of bitter resentment, "Brother Yun, you have no idea! I saw a news report before, it was ridiculous!"

He leaned closer to Ling Yun, saying mysteriously, "It said a university student encountered a knife-wielding thug on the road. He bravely fought back with the 16 forms of Military Boxing he had practiced! Guess what happened? He was stabbed 32 times by the thug! That's an average of two stabs per form! Can this thing even be useful?"

Zhou Da's tone was full of deep doubt about the practical combat effectiveness of Military Boxing.

"Pfft..." Ling Yun almost burst out laughing. He suppressed his laughter and said seriously, "Da Zi, look at it from another angle! This just shows Military Boxing is good! Think about it, an ordinary person would probably collapse after two stabs, right? This guy took 32 stabs and still managed to finish a set of punches! What does this mean? It means Military Boxing trains willpower! It can turn fatal wounds into superficial ones! This is practically a 'skill for enduring beatings'! It's like maxing out the dodge stat!"

Zhou Da's eyes lit up with a "whoosh," as if a new world had opened up!

He slapped his thigh, suddenly enlightened, "Holy crap! Brother Yun! You're a genius! You even noticed these details! So the core secret of Military Boxing is 'high HP and toughness'! It drags out a fight that should have ended in two stabs to 32 stabs! Buying precious rescue time for the police! Brilliant! Truly brilliant!"

He looked at Ling Yun with a gaze of awe, as if gazing up at a high mountain.

Seeing Zhou Da's devout expression of "I've understood," Ling Yun couldn't hold back any longer, his shoulders shaking violently.

"Ling Yun! Zhou Da! What are you two laughing at?" Cheng Yuanzhou's sharp gaze swept over them, his voice filled with authority.

Before Ling Yun could speak, Zhou Da, already trapped in his own logical loop, eagerly exclaimed with a trembling voice, "Reporting, Drill Instructor! We're happy! We're about to learn Military Boxing, this 'enduring beatings'... ah no, 'delaying the enemy' divine skill! In the future, if we encounter bad guys with knives, we can also take a few more stabs... ah no, we can fight back bravely!"

Cheng Yuanzhou: "???"

The entire class: "????"

Drill Instructor Cheng's expression froze instantly, his brain's CPU seemingly overloaded and smoking—he understood every word, but how did they form such a magical sentence?

"You... what nonsense are you spouting, kid?!"

Cheng Yuanzhou, torn between laughter and tears, pointed at Zhou Da. "Listen up, everyone! Military Boxing is mainly about cultivating discipline, coordination, and spirit! Its practical combat value is very limited! If you truly encounter an armed attacker, remember! Your first priority is to run! If you can't run, hide! If you can't hide, find cover! Then, call the police immediately! Wait for the police to handle it! Don't be like this foolish kid Zhou Da, thinking you can fight someone after learning a few fancy moves for two days! That's playing with your own life! Understand?!"

He unhesitatingly used Zhou Da as a negative example.

"Hahahaha!" The entire class erupted in laughter.

Only then did Zhou Da realize he'd been "fooled" by Ling Yun again. He looked at Ling Yun resentfully, his eyes seeming to say, "Brother Yun, you've set me up again!"

Ling Yun suppressed a smile and quickly shifted his gaze to Drill Instructor Cheng, who was demonstrating, pretending to study intently.

Cheng Yuanzhou took a deep breath, his energy sinking to his dantian, and his body suddenly moved!

Each move was powerful and swift, his punches whistling, his kicks like whips!

He performed the sixteen forms of Military Boxing with impressive vigor and momentum!

His punches were like cannonballs, his kicks like steel whips sweeping across, combining motion and stillness, offense and defense. His classmates beside him were filled with excitement, unable to resist cheering loudly!

"Good! This set of forms looks simple, but to perform it accurately and with spirit requires effort!"

Cheng Yuanzhou finished, his breathing steady. "Next, I will teach you each form one by one. Whoever learns it first can rest early! And--"

He paused, dangling a lure. "Whoever performs it the best, with the most standard movements and the strongest spirit, I will recommend them to become our class's 'Outstanding Military Training Cadre'!"

"'Outstanding Military Training Cadre'!" This phrase instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

Although it didn't directly add points, this honor was a significant "hidden bonus" for subsequent class evaluations (like "Three-Good Students," "Outstanding Cadres"), campus activity selections (student union, club leadership), and even for future university independent admissions and study abroad applications, as it demonstrated personal comprehensive qualities and discipline.

The classmates clenched their fists, eager to try.

However, looking at the drill instructor's complex and fluid movements, they all understood in their hearts: learn it immediately? Impossible! Let alone perform it well.

Just then, the familiar and majestic electronic voice in Ling Yun's mind sounded again:

[Ding! Sect Trial Mission Released!]

[With Top-tier Comprehension, the host is capable of easily joining the ranks of Outer Sect Elite Disciples! The host is required to display an astonishing display of mortal martial arts to shock the Outer Sect Deacons, thereby seizing this opportunity to enter the sect's upper echelons' vision early, laying the foundation for a future path as a Core Disciple!]

Ling Yun watched as the system repackaged "Outstanding Military Training Cadre" as "Outer Sect Elite Disciple" and upgraded the drill instructor to "Outer Sect Deacon." The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up wildly.

This system was becoming more and more "unhinged."

"Accept mission," Ling Yun thought silently.

Immediately, he stepped forward without hesitation, his voice resounding, "Reporting!"

Cheng Yuanzhou, who was about to break down the movements, was startled. "What is it?"

"Reporting, Drill Instructor," Ling Yun said with a "sincere" expression. "I just watched you perform Military Boxing once, and I feel... I think I've almost learned it."

"Ah???"

"Pfft--!"

"What was that?!"

The entire class instantly fell into an eerie silence. Cheng Yuanzhou's mouth hung slightly open, his expression like he'd heard an alien language. The classmates beside him were also dumbfounded and disbelieving—learned it after watching just once?

And it was such complex Military Boxing? Brother Yun is amazing, but this... this is too outrageous, right?

Cheng Yuanzhou naturally didn't believe it one bit, but his good breeding prevented him from questioning it immediately. He simply nodded. "Oh? Is that so? Then... you try?"

He wanted to see if this kid truly had the ability or was just bragging.

Surprisingly, not a single person in the class heckled or mocked him.

The girls were blindly adoring, believing that if Ling Yun said he learned it, then he definitely did! The boys, on the other hand, were doubly intimidated by Ling Yun's previous "heroic feat of carrying someone" and Zhou Da's "precedent."

They silently thought: Question Brother Yun? Refer to Zhang Yang and Zhou Da's outcomes! Better to keep quiet and stay safe!

This strange silence made Ling Yun a little unaccustomed.

Huh? According to the script, shouldn't there be a troublemaker who jumps out and speaks sarcastically, and then I'd show off my skills to shut them down?

Why is it so harmonious? He had completely underestimated his near-"ruling class" prestige within the class.

Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, filled with anticipation, curiosity, or awe, Ling Yun calmly walked to the spot where Cheng Yuanzhou had just demonstrated.