Attack (Seeking Collection, Recommendation!)

The woods.

Sulu looked up at the sky, where tiny stars flickered, clustering around a full moon.

Unlike the moon of his homeland, this moon in the sky was unusually large, nearly two to three times the size of the one from his past life.

From this alone, he knew he was in a completely different world than the one he had left behind.

"But... this moonlight is just as beautiful!"

Sulu sighed in admiration, then suddenly turned his head to see Donald, who looked like a sunny, athletic boy, walking toward him: "You were looking for me?"

"Yes, I was," Sulu nodded. "I think... there's a misunderstanding between us. There's no need to take this to a duel tomorrow. Why don't we settle it right now?"

"You want to settle this privately?" Donald smiled. "Sure... as long as you join the Combat Club and become an instructor!"

If that happened, his reputation among the students could be salvaged.

"An instructor? What's the weekly pay?"

Sulu asked immediately.

"..." Donald looked a bit awkward, perhaps not expecting Sulu to seriously consider the suggestion, or perhaps surprised that he had backed down so quickly. "We're a university interest club. We might have some donations and school subsidies, but instructors generally don't receive a salary, though you can charge for private lessons..."

"I see. In that case, I refuse!"

Sulu was very busy right now and had no time to concern himself with other things.

If the Combat Club offered generous compensation, it might have been worth considering, but this was not the case.

"Then there's nothing more to be said..." Donald spread his hands. "I look forward to tomorrow's fight!"

He was full of confidence. After their last sparring session, he was certain that while this Sulu was quite capable, he was still no match for him.

"Donald, I think you've misunderstood something!"

Sulu took a deep breath. "I wanted to settle this privately because I didn't want the Combat Club to be embarrassed tomorrow!"

"Embarrassed? You think I'll lose to you?" Donald raised an eyebrow.

"Win or lose, why don't we find out?" Sulu took a deep breath.

"Fine!"

Donald was wearing a loose white combat uniform; he immediately assumed a stance, ready for battle.

"Why did you agree so readily?"

Seeing this, Sulu felt a bit strange.

"Because... the fact that you dared to come means you truly have some sort of reliance... and in the world of combat, a gap in strength doesn't dictate everything!"

Donald replied with a serious expression.

"Very well... here I come!"

Sulu chuckled, stomped his foot, and suddenly appeared in front of Donald, bringing his hand down in a chop: "Tiger Style!"

Whoosh!

The wind howled as he pushed it aside with his hand, his momentum fierce and overwhelming, as if he had truly transformed into a tiger.

Bang!

Donald blocked with his arms, feeling a massive force strike him, forcing him to retreat several steps. His expression was one of astonishment: "You... have changed!"

He had fought Sulu before, and the opponent's strength had definitely not been this great!

It had only been a few days!

Could it be... that what Angelia said is true? That there really are such geniuses in the world? If it's him... perhaps he could make contact with 'that world' after all?

Various thoughts flashed through Donald's mind.

The Combat Club's instructor had naturally told him about Sulu long ago.

Donald had been skeptical about the claim that Sulu had only been learning combat for two days.

But now, he believed it! Some geniuses progressed at a speed that simply could not be measured by conventional logic!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As Donald retreated, Sulu's hands moved rapidly, as if he were gaining momentum, moving with incredible speed to launch a fierce assault around Donald: "Crane Style!"

Bang! Bang!

Donald protected his face and other vital points with his hands, his muscles bulging as he utilized the hard qigong technique from their last encounter.

A flurry of attacks landed on him, like a raging flood crashing against a wall of copper and iron.

Swish... Crack!

The two figures touched and separated, and immediately, Sulu launched a flying kick in mid-air.

Such a move was extremely dangerous in combat because it was difficult to maintain one's center of gravity while airborne, making it easy for an opponent to seize the opportunity to strike back.

But Sulu was different!

His Spirit value of 1.6 allowed him to calculate everything clearly and with ease.

A blur of legs kicked directly into Donald, the immense force sending him stumbling back repeatedly.

"I lost..."

After a few minutes, Donald, panting heavily while staring at the black footprint on his chest, wore a very strange expression: "You... could it be that you are already a Transcendent? A [Soldier]?"

"Transcendent Soldier? What does that mean?"

Sulu stopped and immediately asked.

"The power of that kick just now exceeded the limits of an ordinary person, though thinking back on it now, it was still a bit small..." Donald brushed off his clothes, showing no signs of dejection from his defeat, and stared at Sulu with glowing eyes: "I believe it now, there really are geniuses in this world!"

Whether intentional or not, he steered the conversation away from the topic of Transcendents.

"A genius? Heh..."

If not for his attribute panel, Sulu felt he would have been beaten to death by Donald: "So... are we still sparring tomorrow?"

"No more! No more!"

Donald waved his hands hurriedly.

Knowing he was no match, was it really fun to go up there and lose face?

"Don't be so quick to refuse..."

Sulu maintained his deadpan expression: "If you are willing to pay some extra fees... it's not impossible for me to lose to you tomorrow!"

Donald choked, the sunny smile on his face vanishing without a trace: "Do you think... it's really appropriate for two fighters to be discussing match-fixing here at night?"

"I think it's perfectly normal..."

Sulu mourned the Gold Dragon that had flown away and squeezed out a faint smile: "Since you aren't willing, I won't come to tomorrow's match!"

Coming here tonight, aside from resolving their grudge, was purely for the experience.

At this moment, looking at the [XP+20] on his attribute panel, he was already pleasantly surprised.

As expected of the Combat Club president, the experience was much higher than Baron's.

However, now that they had turned from enemies into friends, a second round of harvesting experience had become a pipe dream.

Sigh...

Sulu sighed inwardly and prepared to leave.

Whoosh!

The sound of wind suddenly rose.

All at once, a hair-raising sensation spread throughout his entire body!

"This feeling... this feeling! It can't be wrong, it's that Murderous Shadow!"

Sulu's expression turned grave as he scanned his surroundings.

Rustle!

A mass of black shadow, appearing like liquid, flowed out from the woods and rapidly coiled around his and Donald's shadows.

The two fighters locked eyes and were suddenly frozen, turning into motionless statues.

It's that mastermind... He has finally appeared!

Although Sulu could not move, his mind raced: "Is it because of the exposure at Molly's place today, or because of the duel with Donald?"

Even though he had the experience of dealing with this once before, Sulu was still helpless.

Deep in his heart, a craving surged suddenly, burning wildly like a raging fire.

Not enough! Still not enough!

What does defeating a mere Combat Club amount to? Can one be complacent and proud of this?

In the face of Transcendent power, it is still nothing!

Power! I need even greater power!!!