Battle Luo Hai Again

The Smart Fighter Jet soon returned Chen Yuan to the Training Camp.

Chen Yuan stepped out of the cabin, turned to watch the deep blue jet ascend, and saw it off as it flew into the distance.

Afterward, Chen Yuan called Jiang Fang to cancel his leave.

Once that was settled, Chen Yuan walked toward Jiangnan Pavilion.

Just as he reached the entrance, a figure suddenly bolted out from within and, without a word, gave Chen Yuan a bone-crushing bear hug.

"Chen Yuan! You've made me wait so bitterly!" Luo Hai's tone was filled with exaggerated grievance.

Chen Yuan was bewildered. "What's the situation? I've only been gone for eight days; no need to miss me this much."

"Also, let go first. Do you have any idea how strong you are?" Chen Yuan rolled his eyes and said irritably.

"Hey, it's just because the guys in the Training Camp are all too weak," Luo Hai released his grip, his face full of gloom. "One by one, they claim to be global elites, yet they can't even take a single move from me."

"Is the gap really that big?" Chen Yuan was slightly surprised. Since entering the camp, he had rarely interacted with trainees outside of Jiangnan Pavilion. "What about Lu Yuan, the one ranked first? Is he no good either?"

"Lu Yuan is passable; he can last about ten moves against me, but he's far inferior compared to you." Luo Hai shook his head, then suddenly lowered his voice mysteriously. "However, the one who lasted the longest isn't Lu Yuan, but someone else. Guess who?"

"I don't know anyone else in the Training Camp, how am I supposed to guess?" Chen Yuan looked at Luo Hai's winking face, and a thought stirred in his heart. "Judging by your expression, I should know this person. Could it be our Senior Sister Yu Qinglan from Jiangnan Pavilion?"

"Exactly, it's her." Luo Hai slapped his thigh. "Lu Yuan couldn't even last ten moves, but Senior Sister Yu managed to trade thirty moves with me. And the wildest part is..." he deliberately drew out the tone, "Senior Sister Yu's combat style is practically a carbon copy of yours!"

"What do you mean, a carbon copy?" Chen Yuan laughed, thinking Luo Hai was being overly dramatic. "You mean Senior Sister Yu has also comprehended the Wind Artistic Conception?"

"It is indeed the Wind Artistic Conception, but the way she uses it is uncannily similar to yours." Luo Hai paused after saying this. "How should I put it? Senior Sister Yu's ability is very strange. Her move patterns are at least seventy percent similar to yours, but the core power feels different."

"Oh?" With Luo Hai putting it that way, Chen Yuan became curious. Could someone really be that similar to him? He knew his swordsmanship was optimized by the system; theoretically, it was one of a kind in the world.

Just then, Chen Yuan had an idea, and he smiled at Luo Hai. "Speaking of which, since we haven't seen each other in so long, do you want to spar with me?"

Luo Hai's eyes lit up. He had been pestering Chen Yuan precisely for a spar, so he nodded repeatedly. "Sure! Let's head into the Virtual Space."

"No, I mean, do you want to spar in reality?" Chen Yuan stopped Luo Hai from pulling out his Consciousness Helmet. "How about we go to the Training Ground?"

"You mean in reality?" Luo Hai's eyes widened slightly. "The gap in our strength is a bit large, isn't it? I'm already at the peak of the Advanced War God level."

"I've already used Dragon Blood, and my base strength has reached the Elementary War God level. Counting my current 4.6 times force amplification, I'm effectively an Advanced War God." Chen Yuan smiled. "If you don't use your force amplification techniques, the gap won't be too large."

"4.6 times force amplification? Looks like you've improved quite a bit lately." Luo Hai hadn't sparred with Chen Yuan in a while, and he immediately began rubbing his hands together. "Alright then, let's go to the Training Ground; the space is larger there."

The two of them left Jiangnan Pavilion directly. Before leaving, Chen Yuan glanced back as if by chance.

A moment later, a figure emerged from Jiangnan Pavilion—it was Yu Qinglan.

Inside the Training Ground, Luo Hai booked the largest arena and hired a Planetary Level instructor to act as the referee, after which both of them selected their weapons.

Unlike combat in the Virtual Space, the weapons in the Training Ground were unsharpened, and strikes to vital areas were strictly prohibited to ensure the safety of the trainees as much as possible.

But even so, there were still casualties in the Training Ground every year.

After all, once a fight gets heated, who cares about those regulations? As a Martial Artist's instinct, one subconsciously strikes at the opponent's vitals.

In real combat for a Martial Artist, life and death sometimes hang in the balance in a split second—too fast for a referee to intervene.

However, neither Chen Yuan nor Luo Hai had this concern, as both were wearing the Black God Set. With Apprentice Level strength, it was basically impossible to break through the defense of the Black God Set, providing a massive guarantee of safety.

Seeing the black suit flowing over Chen Yuan's body, Luo Hai suddenly realized and laughed loudly. "So that's it! With the protection of the Black God Set, we can indeed go all out."

Chen Yuan, wrapped in the black suit, nodded upon hearing this. "Aside from force amplification techniques, feel free to use your full strength, including the Hundred Fierce Blades."

Luo Hai nodded heavily. "Good, you said it yourself."

Because of Luo Hai, the crowd gathered outside the arena grew larger and larger.

As a renowned powerhouse in the Training Camp, Luo Hai was considered invincible, having defeated everyone present; naturally, they all had a deep impression of him.

Seeing someone actually daring to fight Luo Hai in reality, they were all shocked and gathered around, wanting to see who the death-wish seeker was.

"Who is that fighting Luo Hai? I don't think I've seen him in the Training Camp before?"

"His name is Chen Yuan, the guy ranked second. He entered the Training Camp at the same time as Luo Hai."

Some were confused, while others provided answers. Soon, everyone knew the identities of both parties in this battle.

As the referee waved his hand, the battle officially began.

Luo Hai acted as he always did, charging straight forward. A sonic boom erupted in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Chen Yuan.

As his long blade traced a sharp arc, Luo Hai had already rehearsed the following moves in his mind. He was too familiar with Chen Yuan—so familiar that both of them knew each other's move sets like the back of their hands.

Based on Luo Hai's past experience, facing this strike, his opponent should retreat to create distance and then look for an opportunity to strike with his sword. Therefore, while swinging his blade, Luo Hai had already prepared his footing, intending to stick to Chen Yuan the moment he retreated, not giving him a chance to maneuver freely.

However, this time, Chen Yuan only tilted his body slightly, and the blade edge grazed past his collar.

"How is this possible!" Luo Hai's heart jolted. He couldn't tell if Chen Yuan was being arrogant or if he was truly confident. But he didn't change his movements; as Chen Yuan dodged, he shifted the momentum of his blade and slashed toward Chen Yuan's waist at point-blank range.

To his surprise, Chen Yuan moved as if he had foreseen the future, spinning lightly to dodge once again.

Luo Hai was astonished and, refusing to believe it, continued his pursuit. Yet, facing his storm-like offensive, Chen Yuan dodged every strike by a hair's breadth, as if dancing on the tip of a blade.

Micro Level!

At their level, the Micro Level was already a basic technique that was barely worth mentioning, used only when bullying the weak.

Because their actual combat levels were identical, everyone had plenty of ways to counter Micro Level techniques; whoever dared to play that game in front of them had to be prepared to be chased and slashed incessantly.

But Chen Yuan had done it. Not only did he use Micro Level techniques to dodge Luo Hai's attacks, but he also evaded the subsequent pursuits with ease. Luo Hai had swung his blade over a hundred times, yet not once had he landed a hit.

Chen Yuan smiled, his mental power permeating the entire arena; every move Luo Hai made was under his control.

The moment his opponent even began the motion of swinging his blade, Chen Yuan had already predicted the subsequent trajectory, allowing him to dodge calmly and even toy with the Micro Level techniques.

Luo Hai was overheating!

Having his continuous attacks dodged made his heart grow restless, and the more he fought, the more alarmed he became—he had to keep in mind that he was already using the Hundred Fierce Blades!

But even with the Thousand Calamities, Chen Yuan was still able to dodge with composure under that unparalleled blade speed. Luo Hai could rack his brains all he wanted, but he still couldn't understand how his opponent was doing it.

Consequently, Luo Hai grew desperate and instinctively unleashed his force-exertion technique. His Planetary Level power erupted with a roar, and the blade light slashed toward Chen Yuan like a bolt of silk.

The crowd gasped in shock, and even the referee's expression changed, ready to step in immediately.

Yet, facing this strike, Chen Yuan remained calm. The moment Luo Hai exerted his force, Chen Yuan tapped his feet and instantly retreated a step. The blade edge grazed the tip of his nose, failing to even touch the hem of his clothes.

However, Luo Hai did not pursue any further. He stood frozen on the spot, staring blankly at his own blade with a look of utter bewilderment.

Because Luo Hai knew that the moment he used power exceeding their agreement, the outcome had already been decided.

"Luo Hai violated the rules by using excessive power. Chen Yuan wins this match," the referee announced, following the rules the two had agreed upon.

Facing this result, the crowd gasped once more.

Luo Hai had actually lost!