Finally Can Copy Prajna Palm!

Chapter 48: Finally, I can copy Prajna Palm!

In a corner of the training ground, five sophomores and Zhao Rui, a freshman, lined up. With their hands behind their backs, they listened intently to the instructions of assistant coach Zeng Hongyi.

The Martial Arts Team had three assistant coaches, who had previously gone with the official members to participate in a competition in another city.

Now that they had returned, they naturally took over the training of the younger members.

Wang Zhanshan was the second head coach, and in effect, the actual head coach. He was more involved in the main work of the Martial Arts Team.

During the last martial arts competition, because Elder Ge went to visit a friend, Wang Zhanshan stayed behind and led the team to participate.

"As the saying goes, 'Without cultivation, fists are not refined; without fists, cultivation is not agile.' Armchair strategizing will ultimately be in vain... Practical combat is the only standard for testing cultivation..."

Zeng Hongyi, true to his name, was upright and taught with patient guidance, moving people with his words.

However, for this group of sophomores, he was a bit too long-winded. Who didn't understand these grand principles!

After speaking until his throat was dry for about ten minutes, Coach Zeng let everyone begin their practical combat drills.

Zhao Rui and Zhang Kui were required to engage in practical combat with each of the four sophomore members present, with each session lasting no more than ten minutes.

During each combat session, the other members were to observe, identify the strengths and weaknesses of both combatants, and then reflect and summarize based on their own understanding.

"Zhang Kui, you'd better go easy on me later!"

One of the sophomores raised an eyebrow and said to Zhang Kui with a mocking tone.

They were both sophomores and had joined the Martial Arts Team together. However, now that Zhang Kui had become a sparring partner, the speaker naturally felt a sense of superiority.

Zhang Kui remained silent upon hearing this, but his gradually reddening complexion indicated that his mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

"Brother Zhang, I'll go next. You can rest for a while!"

Zhao Rui naturally overheard their conversation and quickly interjected.

Zhang Kui was about to refuse when he caught sight of Zhao Rui's sincere and determined gaze. He couldn't help but change his tune: "Alright!"

"Oh, sparring, not a competition. Are you shy? Oh, I forgot this is your first time being a sparring partner."

The young man's lips curled into a sneer. He clearly wanted to provoke Zhang Kui and spar with him.

Zhang Kui remained silent.

"Alright, let's begin. First match, Cao Guannan, who from your sparring group will go?"

A moment later, Coach Zeng, who had finished organizing the combat testing equipment, glanced at the time and asked.

"Teacher, I'll go!"

Zhao Rui quickly responded, afraid that Zhang Kui would change his mind.

Seeing that Zhang Kui was not the one fighting, Cao Guannan, who had been provoking him earlier, couldn't help but glance sideways at Zhang Kui and then shake his head dismissively.

"Junior, please guide me!"

On the arena stage, after the standard mutual bow, Cao Guannan crossed his palms and stepped, crouching slightly. He adopted the starting stance of Prajna Palm and looked at Zhao Rui.

"Senior, please!"

As soon as the words fell, with a swift movement, Cao Guannan suddenly struck out with his palm towards Zhao Rui's vital acupoint on his chest.

Zhao Rui had been keeping his shoulder lowered and his body hunched, guarding against his attack. Seeing the opponent coming, he quickly retreated and struck with his palm, also using Prajna Palm.

As their palms met, both their bodies trembled, and they knew that the other's palm force was not weak.

However, Cao Guannan was not alarmed. Instead, joy spread across his face.

He had heard that there were a few prodigies among this year's freshmen, who were already at level seven or eight at such a young age, with strength comparable to sophomores and juniors.

He thought Zhao Rui, this suddenly appearing freshman, was also of that caliber.

After their initial exchange, he found that although the opponent's cultivation was not bad, it was still slightly inferior to his own. Naturally, he couldn't be a martial arts prodigy.

His heart immediately relaxed. He unleashed a fluid Prajna Palm, each move directly targeting Zhao Rui's vital points.

Seeing the fierce attack, Zhao Rui, using the combination of feints and reality of Prajna Palm, managed to fend off a few moves before quickly switching to Cloud Hand Plucks Stars to block the opponent's endless killing blows.

After all, he had only recently learned Prajna Palm, and it was far from being used fluently.

"Junior, you're a bit slow. Faster!"

Cao Guannan shouted as he attacked, his arrogance gradually growing.

There are all sorts of characters among martial artists. Just as there are those who are reserved, there are also those who are flamboyant.

You can't say they are foolish for not knowing how to conceal their strength. The Martial Way emphasizes self-cultivation even more. Only when martial arts and the inner heart are in harmony can their greatest power be unleashed.

This was the true reflection of his inner state during combat.

Strength arises from the heart, and energy from the spirit and mind!

He had just grasped the meaning of the unity of intent and action!

Zhao Rui ignored his provocation and continued to struggle to resist the opponent's stormy palm force.

He retreated, circling the arena and leaping, dodging the opponent's killing moves.

"Prajna Palm replication progress: 5%... 6%..."

Watching Cao Guannan attack so fiercely, Zhao Rui really wanted to say, "Senior brother, keep it up!"

The two exchanged nearly fifty moves in an instant. Although Zhao Rui was hit by a few palms, he dodged the vital points, causing no serious harm.

Seeing that his prolonged attack was unsuccessful, Cao Guannan's expression couldn't help but darken, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

His body, which had been swinging his palms, suddenly stomped on the ground, leaping into the air. His figure twisted in mid-air, and then he landed on one hand, his legs executing a powerful side kick in the air.

This change in technique was completely outside the scope of Prajna Palm.

A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Rui's eyes. He used a "plowing hand" to press down, blocking the opponent's side kick. He then assumed a "two-character clamping sheep stance," using the opponent's force to neutralize the sudden attack.

"Beep!"

"Cao Guannan, foul!"

Zeng Hongyi, who was watching from the side, immediately blew his whistle, stopping the match.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Cao, I lost control for a moment."

Cao Guannan quickly put on an act of accidentally making a mistake and apologized to Zeng Hongyi with his head bowed.

"Lost control? Go practice Prajna Palm ten more times!"

Zeng Hongyi wasn't stupid and immediately reprimanded Cao Guannan, ordering him off the arena.

On the stage, Zhao Rui secretly suppressed the slight trembling in his arms and jumped off the arena as well.

This guy's leg technique was incredibly powerful. Even with his fifteen years of cultivation, he found it difficult to handle.

"Great Vajra Leg, I want it!"

After getting off the arena, Zhao Rui checked his System panel while regulating his breathing.

Prajna Palm progress: 8%. Great Vajra Leg: 0% after just clicking it.

The gains were decent, but learning Great Vajra Leg completely might require some effort and opportunity.

"Zhao Rui, good performance. Your adaptability is outstanding, your transition between moves is smooth..."

"Cao Guannan, have you practiced your Prajna Palm well? What? Can't the teacher teach you anymore?"

Zeng Hongyi's face darkened as he reprimanded Cao Guannan, who was practicing Prajna Palm by the sidelines.

"Teacher, I was wrong!"

Cao Guannan stopped his movements, stood at attention, and admitted his mistake with his head bowed.

"It's not wrong to be competitive, but if you had this mindset during the match, I would have been happy."

After a few more reprimands, Zeng Hongyi signaled for the next pair to continue.

This time, a girl named Qin Rui stepped onto the stage. She was petite and wore a purple martial arts uniform, with a braided pigtail resting on her slender right shoulder.

"Coach, I want to spar with him! He knows Wing Chun!"

Before even stepping onto the stage, Qin Rui suddenly pointed at Zhao Rui and spoke.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Hongyi also reacted and quickly nodded, "Zhao Rui, please bear with it a little longer."

Zhao Rui was confused. What was so special about Wing Chun?

What was the trick to it?

However, since the teacher had given the instruction, he had no reason to refuse. Moreover, being a sparring partner was his original purpose.

He pulled open the elastic guardrail, bowed, and entered the ring. He stood facing the girl and slightly cupped his fists, saying, "Greetings, Senior Sister!"

"Hehe, just use Wing Chun, okay? Don't use anything else."

A faint smile appeared on the senior sister's fair face, revealing two small dimples. She looked playful and cute.

"Uh! Okay, Senior Sister!"

Zhao Rui slightly bent his knees inward, forming a "clamp" shape, lowered his center of gravity, clenched his fists at the midline of his chest, and drew his elbows inward to protect his ribs.

This was the formal Wing Chun starting stance, the "two-character clamping sheep stance"!

Qin Rui was delighted. She lunged forward and began to use the Prajna Palm technique.

Zhao Rui observed and countered, and the two immediately engaged in combat.

"Prajna Palm progress: 10%, 15%..."

Zhao Rui calmly fed moves to his senior sister. At this point, he understood.

Wing Chun Inquiry was originally a secret technique of the Emei Sect. Although both men and women could use it, female practitioners were significantly more common.

It was likely that Qin Rui had encountered a fighter who used Wing Chun in her previous match.

Therefore, in the eyes of this senior sister, wasn't he the best sparring partner!

Their exchange this time was different from the one with Cao Guannan. The previous one had a sense of combat, but this one clearly had more of a sparring element.

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Rui still said, looking unsatisfied, "There are still two variations I haven't used. Let's do it again later!"

To this request, Zhao Rui could only express his agreement.

"Qin Rui, your Prajna Palm has improved somewhat, but it's still not enough. You need to ponder it more diligently, so that intent and power are connected, and power follows intent..."

"Zhao Rui, you performed well. I only have a superficial understanding of Wing Chun, but seeing your excellent response and counter-moves, it seems you've received true transmission. Don't slack off in the future; practice diligently!"

Zeng Hongyi continued to comment on the two sparring partners, while also instructing the observing team members to ponder the process and consider how they would break through the opponent's moves if they were in that situation.

The Martial Way was flourishing, not with an abundance of secret manuals, but with martial arts exchanges.

Zhang Kui, standing nearby, saw Zhao Rui listening to his teacher's encouragement with a calm expression, undisturbed by any ripples, and couldn't help but reflect inwardly.

Teacher Wang had told him to settle down; settle down from what?

Was it to be as composed as Zhao Rui when facing matters?

Or was it to correct his own habit of getting carried away by success and seeking the spotlight?

Various thoughts surged into his mind instantly.

Half an hour later, after analyzing the two matches, the team members resumed a new round of sparring.

Zhao Rui had already participated in two consecutive matches, so he naturally needed a rest. Although he wasn't tired, others thought he was.

Zhang Kui stopped him from continuing to enter the ring and said, "I've adjusted. I'll go!"

Seeing this, Zhao Rui couldn't say much more and could only watch helplessly as Zhang Kui took the stage.

The sophomore class actually didn't have any particularly outstanding top students. When they enrolled, the strongest was Cao Guannan's level seven.

Now, after half a year of refinement, they had barely touched the threshold of level eight.

Zhang Kui and the remaining few sophomores were roughly at the same level, perhaps even slightly superior.

This was also why Coach Wang had him act as a sparring partner for a period to temper his state of mind.

As Zhao Rui became free, he sat upright to the side, quietly watching Zhang Kui spar with a senior student in the arena.

Just then, a figure slipped over from behind and patted his shoulder.

"Hey, junior, you'll spar with me later!"

The speaker was a short-haired senior sister, with hair cut to her ears and a neutral style of dress, her demeanor quite boyish.

"This..."

"I'll introduce you to a girlfriend later, a real beauty!"

"Uh..."

"It's settled then!"

After speaking, the girl slipped back to her original seat.

A while later, after Zhang Kui's group finished, the short-haired girl from before leaped onto the arena and shouted at Zhao Rui, "Come up!"

Zhao Rui glanced at Zhang Kui, and under his surprised gaze, he returned to the arena.

"Senior sister, please guide me!"

"Don't worry, junior, it'll be beautiful, I guarantee it!"

"..."

Do you have a quota to meet?

Without further ado, they settled the score with fists and feet.

Naturally, it was another exchange of Wing Chun and Prajna Palm on the stage.

Although Zhao Rui's level was lower than theirs, he had the advantage of diverse cultivation techniques and profound Internal Energy. While not equal, the gap was not large.

It wasn't a fight to the death, so the match was back and forth.

"Prajna Palm progress at twenty-five percent!"

As the whistle blew, Zhao Rui's replication progress for Prajna Palm stopped at twenty-five percent.

"Li Xinran, you've improved..."

The short-haired girl's name was Li Xinran. Her name was well-chosen, but her attire and demeanor were truly at odds with it.

A sparring session typically involved two rounds of practice in an afternoon. After the first round, the coach and team members would analyze, and then the coach would provide one-on-one guidance to the team members.

The second round was mainly to test the effectiveness of the analysis and adjustments.

It was to see what improvements or issues arose after the guidance, to be refined and practiced later.

After a brief rest, the second round of sparring proceeded as usual.

Given Cao Guannan's "misconduct," his sparring partner was changed to Zhang Kui.

The two already had a strained relationship, and during their fight, it almost escalated into real anger. In the end, both were punished by Zeng Hongyi and sent out of the venue to reflect.

This left only Zhao Rui as the sparring partner, and he "as he wished" fought for another half hour.

This directly raised his Prajna Palm progress to fifty percent!

With these two rounds, it was basically time for the team practice to end.

Zeng Hongyi was very satisfied with Zhao Rui's performance today and specially took his phone number after training.

Let Zhao Rui discuss martial arts issues with him anytime in the future.

After bidding farewell to Teacher Zeng, Zhao Rui packed his backpack and turned to leave the training hall. Just as he stepped over the threshold, he heard Li Xinran's voice from beside him.

"Junior Disciple Zhao!"

"Senior Disciple Li? Do you need something from me?"

Zhao Rui was slightly taken aback, not expecting Li Xinran to be waiting for him at the door.

"Yes, didn't I say I was going to introduce you to a girlfriend?"

Li Xinran tilted her head back handsomely, giving off a vibe like the cool members of the "Little Tigers" from a past life.

Seriously...

Le Bin, Li Xinran, can you two switch bodies already!

Zhao Rui grumbled inwardly, then smiled and said, "Senior Disciple, that was just a joke. If there's nothing else, I'll be going!"

With that, Zhao Rui started to walk away.

He hadn't taken two steps before Li Xinran grabbed his arm and said, "What I say can't be taken as a joke, what do you mean? I've already made arrangements."

"..."

"I... I didn't bring money!"

"My treat!"

"I'm picky!"

"It's okay if you don't like her."

"Then it's settled!"

Zhao Rui readily agreed. This was a good opportunity, no reason not to go. At worst, he could get a free meal.

Hearing Zhao Rui agree, Li Xinran laughed heartily. She boldly slung her arm around his neck and gave him a firm hug like a man, saying, "Now that's more like it, why so hesitant!"

Zhao Rui got goosebumps all over, truly afraid this Senior Disciple might be the overly enthusiastic type!

"Senior Disciple, please let go. I want to ask you something! Something important."

Hearing Zhao Rui mention something important, Li Xinran finally released her arm and looked at him straightforwardly, saying, "Go ahead, what is it?"

"For our Martial Arts Team's martial arts, can we only learn Prajna Palm in the early stages?"

Zhao Rui asked.

"That's not entirely true, but you can't bite off more than you can chew. Teacher Wang doesn't let everyone learn too much. Basically, after your third year, they stop managing it. You can freely check the books and audio-visual materials in the library."

"Oh! So do we only spar with Prajna Palm normally?"

"That's not true either. Our batch, uh, my batch is relatively weaker, with shallower foundations, so we've mainly focused on Prajna Palm..."

After Li Xinran's explanation, Zhao Rui finally understood.

They walked and talked, and about ten minutes later, they arrived beside a tower-like building about five stories high.

"I made the appointment at the cafeteria!"

Li Xinran said, then stepped onto the stairs and walked into the tower-like building.

Zhao Rui looked up and said, "First Restaurant!"

It was actually the renowned independent cafeteria of the Martial Arts Academy.

Looks like I'm in for a treat.

Zhao Rui quickly hurried to catch up, following her footsteps into the cafeteria.

From the outside, this cafeteria looked like a wide, slightly flattened tall tower, but the interior was extremely modern.

It had the feel of a five-star hotel.

The two followed a corridor, turned a corner, and entered a spacious restaurant entrance.

"Sichuan-Chongqing Flavor!"

Above the entrance hung a plaque with gold characters on a black background, inscribed with the four ancient characters of Sichuan-Chongqing Flavor!

"Can you handle spicy food?"

"I guess so!"

"A man can't say no."

Li Xinran walked in first, scanned the hall, found a window seat, and sat down.

"Wait a moment, she's not here yet."

Li Xinran gestured for Zhao Rui not to rush.

"I'm not in a hurry!"

Zhao Rui smiled and turned to observe the restaurant's environment.

The sky was still bright. Since there were few Martial Arts Students to begin with, even fewer students were dining at this time.

There were about three or four tables of scattered guests.

The two sat facing each other at a table, making small talk, and after a while, Li Xinran's phone rang.

Li Xinran hung up the phone, stood up, looked around, and waved towards the door.

Zhao Rui followed her gaze and was instantly stunned.

Standing at the door was a petite girl with bright eyes and pearly teeth, a familiar braided pigtail still slung over her shoulder.

Isn't this Senior Sister Qin Rui?

Except Qin Rui had changed into a light, silk-like long dress, and had put on a little makeup.

"Hehe, no point in letting the water flow to outsiders!"

Seeing that Zhao Rui had noticed Qin Rui, Li Xinran's face lit up with a look of a successful scheme, smiling rather smugly.

Just then, Qin Rui had already walked over.