Fighting

Genius! Could there really be a combat genius in this world? He learned it after being taught just once?

Angelia fell into a daze.

"Coach, how was that?"

Sulu asked excitedly after finishing the set.

The feeling of mastering power was truly wonderful; at this moment, he felt confident he could take on two of his former self.

Of course—if he encountered that mysterious shadow from before, the outcome would still be far from optimistic.

"Not bad, very not bad!"

Angelia recovered from her stupor, steadied herself, and said, "I think you are ready to begin live combat training."

"Oh? Real fighting?"

Sulu was somewhat excited. "Who is the opponent?"

"Beginners find it easiest to lose control of their strength, so it can only be me!" Angelia walked onto a ring and performed a few warm-up movements, her beautiful figure stretching out to its full extent, immediately attracting quite a few gazes.

"It's Angelia! She's going to spar with someone!"

Nearby, several students saw this and immediately dropped their training to gather around the ring.

The crowd grew larger and larger, and in the end, even the other two coaches were drawn over.

"Hoo..."

Sulu stepped onto the stage and let out a long breath.

Although there were only a few dozen onlookers, it still made him somewhat nervous.

As expected, practicing alone is a completely different matter from a formal match, let alone live combat... But this is also an opportunity to train, and I still want to explore the source of experience points.

Up until now, apart from the fifty experience points gained from that magic book, Sulu had gained nothing. Subsequent attempts to read it yielded no further discoveries, which left him somewhat frustrated.

It seems that only books containing special power provide experience upon the first reading. What about fighting monsters? Is it defeat? Or must it be... a kill?

Sulu's heart felt somewhat heavy.

"Do you need protective gear?"

Opposite him, Angelia offered a kind smile.

"Thank you, but I don't need it! We can begin."

Sulu assumed a stance, and his entire aura shifted abruptly.

Angelia's expression turned serious as she began to move slowly, circling him.

Suddenly, she stomped her foot, lunged forward like a leopard, and circled behind Sulu, her right hand forming a knife-hand strike aimed directly at the back of his head.

This was a vital point mentioned in combat arts, one that easily caused unconsciousness; if the force wasn't controlled well, it could even be fatal. In formal matches, this area was strictly off-limits.

Of course, Angelia knew her own strength and was confident she could pull back at the critical moment.

The next instant, it was as if Sulu had eyes in the back of his head. He spun around violently, whipping his right arm out like a lash. It tore through the air with a cracking sound: "Fifth Form—Return Strike!"

Once the Krav Maga Combat Arts became a skill, every movement truly became instinct. Once his body was stimulated, it reacted without a second thought.

Before, Sulu would have needed to feel the gust of wind, let the thought form in his mind, decide on a defense, and then wait for his body to catch up—losing a massive amount of time in the process.

But now, he didn't think at all. The moment he felt the wind at the back of his head, his body immediately executed the defensive maneuver.

"Eh?"

The two male coaches watching from the sidelines were both stunned and suspicious.

Reaching the stage of instinctive reaction meant one had truly entered the threshold of combat arts; dealing with a few ordinary people would be no problem at all.

Slap!

Their palms crossed in mid-air. Angelia quickly retreated, shaking her right hand. "Your strength..."

She had originally only intended to test him, never expecting that this Sulu had truly mastered the basics of combat arts, and that his strength exceeded her expectations.

"Coach, shall we continue?"

Sulu also shook his palm to soothe the tingling sensation.

"Again!"

Angelia was somewhat unconvinced. She lunged forward again, this time with a frontal assault, her fingers darting toward Sulu's eyes with fierce and aggressive momentum.

The style of Krav Maga Combat Arts was inherently brutal; ordinary opponents would see this and have their morale crushed before the fight even began.

But Sulu's heart remained perfectly calm. He executed the Eight Forms with precise, textbook movements, holding his own against Angelia.

This scene left many of the students staring in disbelief.

A combat rookie who had only been training for two days was actually trading blows with the coach—this was impossible!

"Hoo... hoo..."

Sulu panted, feeling both exhilarated and clearly aware that he was nearing his limit.

Although his strength and agility were on par with Angelia, his constitution was still lacking; once a stalemate ensued, he would immediately fall at a disadvantage.

But he wanted to win!

Regardless of the outcome, this was a great opportunity to gain experience points!

Angelia is a girl after all, her constitution should be between 0.8 and 0.9, her agility is about the same as mine, and her strength is slightly worse than mine... but she is an instructor, and after fighting a rookie for so long, she must be getting impatient...

After defending against a few more attacks, a sense of realization suddenly dawned on Sulu: "Now is the time!"

Taking advantage of Angelia's retreat, he lunged forward, grabbed her waist, and threw her with all his might.

Bang!

The two of them fell to the ground simultaneously, and he seized the chance to wrap his thighs around her like a python, locking her body in place.

"Eighth Form—Body Lock Technique!"

This was the only method in the Krav Maga Combat Arts that subdued an opponent relatively gently; other moves like eye-gouging or throat strikes were highly inappropriate for an occasion like this.

"Hmm???"

Locked in place and unable to move, Angelia was left completely bewildered.

In the previous exchanges, she had been the one attacking while Sulu was on the defensive; she never expected her opponent to suddenly counterattack, catching her off guard and subduing her in one move.

More importantly, this type of Grappling Technique made physical contact unavoidable, and as they tangled on the ground, Sulu's hands and feet brushed against sensitive areas, causing her face to flush even deeper.

"Let go already!"

With a crimson face, she snapped quickly.

"Sorry!"

Sulu stood up, only then feeling that using the Body Lock Technique might not have been appropriate, especially under the gaze of so many onlookers.

"Well done, brother!"

"Is this the Grappling Technique? I want to learn it too!"

The surrounding students had already erupted, with many whistling and eyes turning red with jealousy.

Under the gaze of so many people, this kid actually dared to blatantly take advantage of the situation; it was simply... enviable, jealous, and hateful! Ahhh... why couldn't that person be me!

"You are very impressive, your mastery of various techniques is very proficient... I lost!"

Angelia stood up, smoothed her hair, and said calmly.

Deep down, she still found it hard to believe; just yesterday she had mocked Sulu for being a weakling, yet she never expected to be beaten and humiliated by him the very next day.

"Thank you, Instructor!"

Sulu shook hands with Angelia, though he sighed inwardly.

The victory just now had not brought him a single experience point.