How Could They All Be Locked Up?

Once they reached the school gates, they got on their bicycles and hurried toward the riverside beach on the outskirts.

There was a stretch of beach along the river there, with soft, clean sand—perfect for running, jumping, and roughhousing.

"When I have money, I'll build my own exclusive martial arts gym, with all the best equipment!"

As he rode, Cui Jian dreamed about his future.

"Then I'll hire seven or eight sparring partners to fight me every day and loosen up my muscles!"

Hearing Cui Jian, Zhao Rui's heart stirred. Since he was already planning to become a sparring partner, why not simply charge for it?

A suitable private sparring job would be pretty good too!

Just like private tutoring in his previous life.

But he would have to find someone reliable. This world was far more chaotic than his previous one.

Since they were outdoors, the three of them did not need to wear protective gear. Having all reached Level 3 Martial Artist, they possessed basic control over their strength.

After a brief warm-up, they began sparring. Without their teacher's rules restraining them, none of them bothered with formalities and simply plunged into a free-for-all.

For a time, strange moves emerged one after another, their movements dazzling. Techniques they normally did not dare use in front of their teacher were all unleashed now.

One moment, Zhao Rui and Cui Jian attacked Bai Xuening together; the next, Bai Xuening joined forces with Cui Jian to press Zhao Rui from high and low.

Cui Jian's martial arts were broad and unrestrained, every move powerful and heavy. When he struck, he was like a rolling boulder, sweeping through an army of a thousand.

Zhao Rui's Azure Cloud Palm cultivated both inner and outer strength. At times he was fierce and unyielding, at times nimble and ingenious, like a tiger lurking in the grass, waiting for its chance to pounce.

Whether fierce or agile, neither of them could shake Bai Xuening's power rising from the ground, her body as steady as a mountain.

As they fought, Bai Xuening pressed down with both fair arms in Plowing Hand, bent her knees slightly into the Two-Character Goat-Clamping Stance, then in a flash stepped into the Triangle Horse Stance, her fists transforming into a sky full of silver stars.

Her left fist, Chain Sun Character Punch, shot straight for Zhao Rui's face, while her right palm, Pillow Hand Ambush, secretly hooked toward Cui Jian's waist. Her knee strike followed like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair—the three peerless techniques of Lesser Idea - Three Bows to Buddha in a single move.

One move forced back two enemies. The more Bai Xuening fought, the steadier she became; the longer the battle went on, the smoother her movements flowed.

After fighting for quite a while, it somehow turned into Zhao Rui and Cui Jian joining forces to attack Bai Xuening alone.

The girl made light of heavy things and did not panic in the slightest. On the contrary, she faintly showed signs of launching a counterattack!

"Enough, enough!"

Bai Xuening swept out with a lotus-shaped palm, forcing the two back with one move. She leaped away, fragrant sweat faintly beading on her forehead as she said crisply, "You two are both attacking me. I'm almost unable to hold on."

Cui Jian's cheek twitched. With a hint of envy, he said, "Why do I feel like the two of us are the ones who can't hold on much longer? Your Wing Chun is seriously incredible!"

Zhao Rui smiled. "Let's all take a break. I'll go buy some drinks!"

With that, he headed toward the little shop beside the beach.

"I'm coming too!"

At that, Bai Xuening skipped after him.

Stars glittered beneath the night sky. The girl wore a white dress, fluttering and skipping like a fragrant plum blossom just beginning to bloom, adorning the ink-dark heavens.

Zhao Rui glanced at the girl, and like Cui Jian, he could not help feeling a trace of envy.

That was the advantage of learning from a famous master. With first-rate techniques, once one's experience improved, combat power could immediately take shape.

It was far beyond what those mediocre, three-legged-cat common techniques could compare to.

The Wing Chun Inquiry technique Bai Xuening practiced was an inner disciple technique of the Emei Sect. It was extremely suitable for women, and when paired with Emei's internal cultivation method, it possessed a uniquely sharp yet graceful aura.

Taihang Thirteen Palms, progress: 73%.

Wing Chun Inquiry, progress: 15%!

Seeing the numbers on the system panel, the envy in Zhao Rui's heart vanished without a trace. Soon—another twenty-seven percent, and one technique would reach completion.

Then he would find out what functions the system panel had.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Walking beside Zhao Rui, Bai Xuening looked at his slightly silent expression and asked.

The girl's lotus steps shifted lightly as she happily skipped in front of Zhao Rui, walking backward while facing him and asking softly.

"I was thinking about something just now."

Zhao Rui smiled.

"Don't tell me you were thinking about Luo Min?"

The smile in the girl's dimples was three parts more intoxicating than daughter's red wine.

"Why would I think about her? What do you want to drink?"

Zhao Rui smiled and did not follow her topic.

"Don't all you boys like her? We girls think she's very pretty too. I just wonder how she did on this early admissions exam."

"Pretty? I think you're prettier than her!"

Zhao Rui gave her a half-serious, half-teasing compliment. To men, every woman who met the standard of beauty had her own strengths.

It was impossible to decide who was the prettiest. Radishes and greens each had their admirers.

"You really know how to talk nonsense. I'm far worse than her."

Hearing Zhao Rui's words, Bai Xuening refuted him with slight shyness, though the smile on her face bloomed softly like peach blossoms.

"I'm not familiar with her, so I can't see her beauty. What do you want to drink?"

Chatting idly, the two arrived at the little shop. After casually buying a few bottles of drinks, they were about to leave when several tattoo-sleeved men strode inside.

One of them immediately fixed his eyes on the youthful Bai Xuening as she was walking out. His gaze was nakedly filled with ill intent.

"Yo, little sister, how about Big Brother buys you a soda?"

The tattooed man raised an eyebrow and reached out to block Bai Xuening.

Bai Xuening's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Her frost-cold eyes swept over the tattooed man.

"Yo, I like little hot peppers like you—"

"Ah, easy, easy..."

Before the tattooed man could say more, Bai Xuening used a Wing Arm to knock aside his arm, then clamped three fingers onto the Daling acupoint on his wrist and pressed down fiercely.

As the man bent over in pain, her right foot had already hooked his ankle. Her waist and stance twisted like a millstone, and with a Body-Binding Lock, she heavily threw him onto the little shop's metal floor.

Her knee followed the motion and pinned the Lingtai acupoint on his back. The entire sequence flowed like drifting clouds and running water, elegant and swift.

"You stinking—ah..."

Seeing this, how could the other tattooed men dare step forward? One after another, they shouted, "It has nothing to do with us! Nothing to do with us!"

After saying that, they backed away and retreated from the little shop.

"Heroine, I was wrong! I failed to recognize Mount Tai before my eyes! I deserve to die—I really deserve to die!"

The tattooed man was in unbearable pain and inwardly on the verge of tears. This girl, who looked so gentle and weak, was actually a martial artist.

"My brother is Qian Gaoyuan from Huachen Middle School. This time, I was the one in the wrong..."

The man grimaced in pain as he begged for mercy.

"Who cares whether it's Qian Gaoyuan or Deep Gaoyuan? I don't know him. If you dare flap that filthy mouth again, I'll snap your arm!"

Bai Xuening said coldly.

"Get lost!"

"Yes, yes!"

The tattooed man nodded like a pounding garlic clove as he hurriedly agreed, terrified that Bai Xuening might change her mind.

"Heroine, you're magnanimous!"

The tattooed man retreated while clutching his arm. When he saw his companions standing far outside the little shop, rage immediately surged in his chest, and he went over and gave each of them a flying kick!

"Damn dogs! Every last one of you is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

The men immediately scattered like chickens and dogs, fleeing into the distance.

"What a buzzkill!"

Bai Xuening frowned as she looked in the direction they had gone, sounding somewhat annoyed.

"Though punks are infuriating, they also prove how good-looking you are."

Zhao Rui smiled and handed her a bottle of drink before taking the lead out of the little shop.

"Pah, who cares? The authorities are far too indulgent. If you ask me, they should lock all these little punks up."

"How could they possibly lock them all up?"

"Let's go!"