You Can Call Me Brother Feng

Chapter 40: You Can Call Me Brother Feng

"Classmates, we've already won the match. What do you say, should we continue?"

Zhao Rui listened to the camp officer's words but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned his head to look at all the students present, channeled his Internal Energy, and shouted loudly.

With fifteen years of Internal Energy amplification, his voice was no less powerful than the loudspeakers on the training ground, instantly resonating in everyone's ears.

At this moment, the setting sun cast its rays, and the rosy clouds poured down through the gaps in the clouds, draping the earth in a golden veil.

Zhao Rui stood in the center of the field, bathed in the sunset glow. His protective gear faintly reflected a brilliant radiance, making him look like a majestic, golden-armored war god.

Hearing his voice was like thunder in the ears; seeing his form was like a divine general descending to the mortal realm.

For a moment, it even evoked a sense of dazzling admiration.

"Our Second Bro is really good at showing off!"

On the side of the training ground, Jian Congsheng quietly leaned over to Third Bro, Le Bin, and whispered.

Le Bin glanced at the dreamy expressions on the faces of the female classmates around them and couldn't help but nod.

Envy, this is the innate advantage of a Martial Arts Student!

"Yes!"

"Beat him!"

In this situation, how could the already passionate university students disagree? Instantly, deafening cheers erupted from the sidelines.

Zhao Rui smiled, turned around, and said to the camp officer on the stage, "I agree!"

"Heh, this kid!"

The camp officer couldn't help but laugh and curse. He hadn't expected this kid to turn the tables, acting as if he were the one leading the competition.

"Company Commander Hao, we can't let the students say we're bullying them. So, let's stick to the previous rule: if he can last three minutes without falling, we lose!"

Although the camp officer could see that Zhao Rui's Internal Energy was not bad, he couldn't imagine him comparing to the Company Commander, who had been training for nearly twenty years.

"Don't worry, he won't last a minute!"

Company Commander Hao said the words lightly, but his expression was solemn, showing no sign of underestimation.

"This classmate, where are you?"

"Um, can we not have a time limit!"

Zhao Rui scratched his head, rejecting the proposal. If there was a time limit, how could he copy it?

The two soldiers before had used the same technique, which gave him an unexpected discovery: different people using the same Martial Arts technique did not affect the copying process.

The System only copied the Martial Arts, not the differences between the users.

Actually, upon closer thought, it made sense. For the same Martial Arts technique, each person's understanding would differ, and the resulting effect and power would naturally vary.

The System most likely just identified the basic information of the Martial Arts technique and then, through accumulated time, restored its original method.

This way, for common Martial Arts or in places like military camps, one could completely use numbers to pile up time.

As soon as Zhao Rui spoke, the surrounding students were instantly stunned, and a cacophony of whispers arose.

"Is he being too arrogant?"

"He's desperately trying to show off, thinking he's someone important. Hmph!"

Human jealousy was innate. Whenever someone else was in the spotlight, there would always be those who, upon the other person's mistake, would unleash the long-suppressed envy in their hearts.

Even though Zhao Rui was nominally fighting on their behalf at this moment.

"You're not allowed to talk about him! If you have the guts, go down and fight!"

"Exactly! You guys just talk a big game. You don't even have the qualifications to go down there, hmph!"

Where there were voices of doubt, there were also staunch supporters, especially the girls in Zhao Rui's class. How could they allow their "hero" to be slandered?

They immediately counterattacked, displaying the spirit of heroines, effectively silencing the boys who were whispering their criticisms and forcing them to swallow their sarcastic words.

"No problem. Since this classmate has such a request, the condition will be changed to: whoever falls to the ground first loses! Principal Peng, what do you think?"

The camp officer smiled and looked at the accompanying school leader, Vice Principal Peng.

"I have no objections. Our school has always respected the students' autonomy!"

Vice Principal Peng chuckled. He knew little about martial arts. Since the student had this request, he, as a representative of the students, naturally supported it.

Since neither side had any objections, the martial arts competition quickly commenced in the center of the training ground.

Cheers and shouts of encouragement rose and fell from all around the training ground, from both students and soldiers.

Only the two figures on the field stood still, neither making a move.

Time ticked by, second by second. Company Commander Hao saw that Zhao Rui's breathing was steady and his Internal Energy was long-lasting. He knew that if this stalemate continued, he would definitely not wait for Zhao Rui to make a move.

He let out a roar, his body like a dragon emerging from the deep sea, his fist like a fierce tiger descending from the Heavenly Mountain. His entire body erupted with power as he suddenly charged towards Zhao Rui.

His fist seemed to tear through the air, piercing the spatial distance and instantly arriving before Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui's sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly. He palm-struck diagonally, deflecting the powerful straight punch that came head-on, and adopted a "two-character" stance with his legs, stabilizing his body.

He quickly charged forward, throwing a straight punch that both deflected and attacked, pressing the offense.

The opponent, who had been observing from the sidelines, saw Zhao Rui fighting his comrade. Zhao Rui had been purely dodging, relying on agile footwork.

He decided that upon the start of their bout, he would launch a sudden, fierce assault to seize the initiative and gain an advantage in momentum.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Rui showed no intention of dodging and met his attack head-on.

This instantly blunted the sharpness of his fierce assault by more than half. Fortunately, his combat experience was vast, and he quickly adjusted his moves, stabilizing his stance.

Their brief exchange was like lightning, and in an instant, their figures had already crossed paths several times.

"Good kid, I underestimated you!"

As a Level Six expert, Company Commander Hao had experienced numerous battles, his combat experience far surpassing Zhao Rui's by more than a little.

But Zhao Rui's martial arts were varied, his punches and palms versatile, and his demeanor seasoned. He was never impulsive, leaving Company Commander Hao unable to find any openings for a while.

He didn't seem like a student in his teens at all.

Especially his Internal Energy, which was surprisingly not much inferior to his own, filling him with astonishment.

Such a martial prodigy shouldn't be in the regular class?

It must be a student from Dongqi University's Martial Arts Academy who secretly snuck in.

Those insidious and cunning intellectuals!

Company Commander Hao grew more indignant the more he thought about it. He let out a sudden roar, placing his palms on either side of his waist, then brought them together in front of him, gathering energy and swirling it before pushing his palms forward in a forceful strike.

The power of this palm strike was like a torrent rushing down a mountain, unstoppable. The air itself seemed to wail as it passed.

Ever since Zhao Rui witnessed a Grandmaster-level expert's move at Carefree Pavilion last time, this was only the second time he had seen such a formidable technique.

It was a Martial Art that should not belong to their level at all.

The System panel in his mind instantly provided information on this move.

"Iron Clothes Suppressing Mountain Art (incomplete), can be copied!"

An incomplete Martial Art?

It had reached a stage where it could be copied; what level of martial art was this?

Zhao Rui didn't dare to confront its edge directly. He quickly retreated, simultaneously unleashing his learned Cloud Hand Plucks Stars to its utmost.

Internal Energy surged from his Dantian and sea of qi, entering the Taiyin Lung Meridian and converging at the Zhongfu acupoint. Instantly, a surge of inner qi, born from the same source as heaven and earth, erupted within the acupoint.

"Flowing Clouds Obscure the Moon"

"Cloud Dragon Appears Thrice"

"Stars Sprinkle the Plains..."

Zhao Rui unleashed the moves of Cloud Hand Plucks Stars in quick succession, each strike meeting the opponent's advancing palm force.

Company Commander Hao, who had been advancing relentlessly, felt his palm force sink into a sticky cloud of mist, with his Internal Energy constantly dissipating within it.

This forced him to increase his Internal Energy output to resist this uphill battle.

"How is this possible?"

Company Commander Hao was greatly shocked. This technique was a unique skill he had acquired by chance. Usually, even when facing the battalion commander, he could force the opponent to retreat with his relentless momentum.

Yet now, he felt pressure from a freshman.

This pressure prevented him from fully unleashing his palm techniques. Once his sharpness was depleted, it would be difficult to inflict damage on the enemy.

If his Martial Art had a second form, it would be fine, but the problem was that it didn't.

To the students and soldiers watching, it appeared as if Company Commander Hao was charging and crashing like a wild bull.

While Zhao Rui was like a child leading the bull, constantly changing his position in front of him, guiding his direction.

"Doesn't this soldier know any other moves?"

"Yeah!"

"Why do I feel like they're just okay? Look, this soldier isn't even as good as the previous ones!"

"Maybe they're in on it together. I bet our school's guy has connections in the army and is just showing off."

Most students didn't practice martial arts. In their eyes, they only saw Company Commander Hao charging recklessly, with Zhao Rui dodging and weaving in front of him, not changing his tactics.

But to the high-ranking officers and other experts watching from the stage, the scene was different.

"There's something strange about this kid's Internal Energy. Company Commander Hao shouldn't have used that move."

"If he doesn't withdraw now, he might lose!"

"How insidious. With this skill level, how could he be a student from the regular class? We'll have to give them extra training later!"

Zhao Rui and Company Commander Hao were unaware of the thoughts of those outside the arena, but at this moment, they were both in a difficult situation.

If either of them withdrew their move, they would be counterattacked by the opponent's technique. If they didn't withdraw, they could only remain in this stalemate. Either Zhao Rui's Internal Energy would be depleted, his movements would slow, and Company Commander Hao would seize the opportunity for a heavy blow.

Or, Company Commander Hao's Internal Energy would be depleted, or he would suffer a backlash from withdrawing his move, and Zhao Rui would win.

But this was not what Zhao Rui had in mind.

He wanted to stall for time and replicate military skills as quickly as possible.

Although this Martial Arts was strange, it was only an incomplete technique, and the replication time would definitely not be enough. It was better to replicate conventional military Martial Arts as quickly as possible to maximize benefits.

"Comrade Company Commander, this kind of fighting is meaningless. How about I count to three, and we both withdraw our moves simultaneously?"

Zhao Rui's voice, concentrated like a thread, entered Company Commander Hao's ears.

"Okay!"

Company Commander Hao, with nowhere to vent his surging power, had long been tired of this stalemate. Seeing that Zhao Rui was willing to withdraw his move simultaneously, he naturally had no reason to refuse.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

As Zhao Rui uttered the third word, his figure suddenly retreated, and at the same time, he gathered both palms in front of his chest, guarding against a surprise attack from the opponent.

Concurrently, Company Commander Hao stomped his feet, retracted his fist, and forcefully channeled all the power in his body into his legs.

Then, using the force to deflect the force, he retreated, leaving several clear footprints on the solid bluestone ground.

This exchange of blows was completely unexpected by both sides. After they both stood firm, the scene fell into an unusual silence.

"What kind of fight was that? It wasn't even as good as the previous one! So pretentious!"

Among the watching students, a male student from another courtyard, who had been resentful of Zhao Rui stealing the spotlight, provocatively spoke up again.

He had originally thought someone would agree with him and mock Zhao Rui further, but after he spoke, no one responded.

He hurriedly tugged at the classmate beside him, thinking they hadn't heard him.

However, this classmate directly dodged him and said, "If you want to die, don't drag us down with you!"

The male student was stunned. He heard this classmate point to the ground and say, "Guess if your bones are harder than those bluestones!"

The male student peered over and immediately felt a chill run from his feet to the top of his head.

He saw that the bluestones Company Commander Hao had stepped on in the arena had already shattered into dust. When the wind blew, they rose into the sky like yellow sand.

Damn it!

He was just indulging in wishful thinking!

This was a Martial Arts Student! If he knew I was badmouthing him behind his back...

Thinking this, the male student no longer dared to show his head and instantly shrank back, afraid that someone would remember him and report him to Zhao Rui.

"Company Commander Hao, shall we continue?"

In the martial arts arena, Zhao Rui glanced at the progress bar for Hundred Battles Rending Cloud Fist on the System panel in his mind. It was only at forty percent, still a long way to go!

Company Commander Hao's expression was solemn. Looking at Zhao Rui's young face again, the slightest bit of contempt he had felt earlier vanished completely.

Just as he was about to agree, the camp commander watching from the spectator stand coughed lightly.

"The match ends here. You two are evenly matched, and if you continue, it will be dark. This time, the university student team wins!"

With the last sentence, the camp commander deliberately raised his voice, and it instantly spread throughout the entire martial arts arena.

"Yeah!"

"Awesome!"

"Zhao Rui, I love you!"

"Zhao Rui, I want to have your babies!"

The surrounding university students instantly jumped up excitedly.

If it weren't for the counselors and instructors maintaining order, these people would have probably rushed onto the martial arts field to vent their emotions.

"I'm very happy to have sparred with you!"

Zhao Rui didn't care about the audience's reaction. His mood had just recovered from disappointment.

He had fought for nothing and hadn't earned a single advancement point. What was there to be happy about?

Looking at the young man with a fair face that still held a hint of immaturity, Company Commander Hao let out a long sigh, nodded, and extended his hand to shake Zhao Rui's.

"Young man, you're very good. Let's spar again sometime!"

"Really? When?"

"..."

Company Commander Hao looked bewildered. He was just being polite.

"Can I add your contact information? Let's schedule another time? My admiration for you is like a surging river..."

"Damn it, no wonder you, a young man, could fight me for so long. It turns out you're a Martial Arts fanatic."

Company Commander Hao spat and generously gave out his phone number.

They had become acquainted through fighting. He also really wanted to try Zhao Rui's Martial Arts again and see how it countered his Zhenyue Art.

"My surname is Hao, Hao Feng. You can call me Brother Feng!"

"Okay, Brother Feng! Let's take a picture together?"

"..."

Although the competition had a minor hiccup, it ultimately "perfectly" embodied the training theme of unity between the military and civilians.

After Zhao Rui rejoined his group under the eager gazes of the school's girls, the entire military camp experience segment welcomed the final activity of this event.

Bonfire party!