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"The Combat Club... I can't go there anymore."

Sulu walked out of the Combat Club, looking back at the towering building with a hint of regret.

Although each person could only be harvested twice, even a mosquito's leg is still meat; besides the three coaches, there were so many other students.

As long as they held hostility toward him and became 'red-named mobs,' they could provide at least two rounds of experience.

The biggest pity was Baron; after losing once, he refused to come a second time, which left Sulu feeling very disappointed.

The entire Combat Club must hate me to the core by now. If I go back, it would truly be considered crashing the place.

Sulu sighed and looked at his attribute panel, specifically at the '+' sign that had appeared next to [Krav Maga Combat Arts LV2].

[Consume 20 XP... Krav Maga Combat Arts leveled up to LV3! Constitution +0.3, Strength +0.3!]

"Upgrading combat arts from LV2 to LV3 cost 20 XP. I just spent everything I earned, but it was absolutely worth it!"

Sulu looked at the attribute panel:

Name: [Sulu Portley]

Profession: [None]

Rank: [0]

Title: [None]

Strength: [1.4], Agility: [1.2], Constitution: [0.9], Spirit: [1.6]

Skills: [Corpse Maiden Creation LV1], [Krav Maga Combat Arts LV3]

Passive: [General Hebraic LV3], [Basic Physics LV4], [Demon Hunting Lore LV1], [Ancient Hebraic LV2]

XP: [0]

"Finally... my constitution has returned to its previous state!"

The vitality drained by the Black Sorcery he had cast last time had finally fully recovered.

Moreover, his strength had received a significant boost, nearly exceeding that of an ordinary person by half!

"It can be said that the purpose of going to the Combat Club was achieved in two days. All of this is thanks to the experience points!"

Sulu knew very well that he was not a true genius. His monstrous achievements were entirely supported by the attribute panel and experience points.

But the attribute panel was magical; even with this kind of rigid 'enlightenment,' he had mastered the skills with incredible proficiency.

"LV3 Krav Maga Combat Arts, the level of mastery has improved further... I even feel that the 'Eight Forms' taught by the Combat Club are too complex; they could be completely simplified into 'Four Forms'!"

Sulu closed his eyes, realizing the power of this level of combat arts.

What the Combat Club taught was only a simplified version, one that added many unnecessary movements while cutting out some key elements.

"After all, it's a civilian version. If you killed someone the moment you struck, that would be a bit too much!"

Sulu understood this perfectly.

At this moment, based on his experience, he immediately transformed the Eight Forms into a more refined 'Four Forms'!

The high-level combat arts made him feel a surge of inspiration, as if he were an improvisational poet, eager to begin his recitation and performance.

He looked around, found a small, secluded grove, and began to practice silently.

"There are only two types of attacks: strong attacks and weak-point attacks. These are two forms, which can be named 'Tiger Style' and 'Crane Style'!"

"The maneuvering techniques and grappling techniques can be merged and named 'Python Style'!"

"And finally, the defensive 'Turtle Style'!"

"Once combat arts reach LV3, you can innovate and explore your own path. Tiger, Crane, Python, Turtle—these are my own 'Four Forms'!"

Sulu let out a long breath.

With his current understanding of Krav Maga, he could completely establish a small school and pass it down under a name, perhaps something like 'Su-Style Krav Maga'... no, it should be 'Portley-Style Krav Maga.'

Though I still prefer the name Su-Style Krav Maga; it sounds a bit like 'Su-Style Tai Chi'...

Sulu slowly withdrew his stance, feeling a bit melancholy.

"Good!"

Just then, a round of applause came from nearby: "To be able to practice Krav Maga to this level, it's already quite rare!"

"Who?"

Sulu narrowed his eyes and looked toward the source of the sound.

A young man walked slowly out from under the shade of the trees. He had regular features, blue eyes, fair skin, a linen shirt, and casual trousers. A smile always hung on the corners of his mouth, making him look like a sunny boy from next door.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm!"

The young man walked up to Sulu: "My name is Donald, and I am the president of the university's Combat Club. It's rare to see a student as good as you... How about it? Are you interested in joining my Combat Club?"

"You... just got back from outside?"

Sulu fell silent for a moment before suddenly asking.

"Uh... yeah? Why?" Donald scratched the back of his head, looking a bit confused.

If you had gone back, you would have found that I'd nearly completed the achievement of clearing out the club, single-handedly overturning the Combat Club... You wouldn't be talking to me so nicely right now; you should be challenging me to a duel immediately!

Sulu rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking silently.

However, regardless of whether Donald knew or not, his eyes began to light up: "Since you're the president of the Combat Club, let's have a match!"

Without a doubt, this was another human-shaped experience monster, and he was definitely higher-level than Baron!

"Fine!"

Donald rolled his eyes, agreeing: "I'm starting!"

The moment the words left his mouth, he rushed in front of Sulu, his large hand splayed wide, swung high, and brought it crashing down.

Whoosh!

The gust of wind hitting his face was actually quite painful.

"Turtle Style!"

Sulu defended with all his might, and with a bang, the two separated.

He rubbed his numb arm, his expression grave: So powerful, he truly lives up to being the president of the Combat Club!

His own strength already exceeded that of an ordinary person, but his opponent was stronger and faster!

I must seize the initiative. Crane Style!

Sulu swept his hands, his arms swinging rapidly like an athlete's running start, his speed suddenly increasing as he circled Donald to launch an assault.

"Good!"

Donald's eyes brightened, the muscles on his back bulging until he seemed to turn into a solid brick, taking Sulu's whip-hand strike head-on.

With a muffled grunt, Sulu retreated rapidly, feeling as though he had struck an iron wall; this was an effect similar to hard qigong.

Although the Crane Style is fast and has a high attack frequency, its offensive power is somewhat lacking!

With that thought, he moved swiftly, and suddenly, his whip-hand transformed into a claw, striking down fiercely.

Crane Style shifts to Tiger Style!

Facing this move, Donald dared not take it with his body again. Instead, he let out a low growl, the bones in his arms seemingly softening instantly into a real steel whip, lashing out with the momentum!

Crack!

Sulu retreated repeatedly, hiding his right hand behind his back.

Donald did not seize the opportunity to attack, instead stopping where he was and laughing: "You're very strong, better than the coaches in my Combat Club. No need to continue..."

If we keep going, I'd have to use the Python Style. Once we get into close-quarters grappling, if our strength is similar and we're fighting for our lives, it's hard to control the force. It's too dangerous...

Sulu also stopped. They were both students, and they had agreed from the start that it was just for fun; there was no need to risk their lives.

"I see that although you also practice Krav Maga, yours is much more streamlined than what's in my Combat Club. It seems to come from the military, full of a sharp, fierce style, yet it doesn't seem to be from the Federal Army... By the way, what is your name?"

Donald looked puzzled, his gaze making Sulu's heart skip a beat.

"My name is Sulu! Sulu Portley!"

"Sulu, is it? I'll remember that! You can come find me at the Combat Club anytime!"

Donald smiled, turned, and walked away.