Chương 18: Training Partner

The boy stepped onto the stage, his gaze instantly sharp as lightning, and that focus made Zhao Rui take him seriously immediately.

This kid is definitely a martial arts genius.

Just based on that kind of aura, it's far beyond what ordinary, carefree people can compare to.

As expected, once they clashed, Zhao Rui knew he had made the right judgment. The young man's martial arts intuition was very sharp, and he could use some moves with ease. His swordsmanship was like a shooting star chasing the moon, extremely swift, yet exceptionally agile.

It was clear that Zhao Rui, who was one level above him, was at a disadvantage when fighting empty-handed.

"grass!"

Zhao Rui couldn't help but spit inwardly; talent is such a rip-off.

He had to focus 100% of his attention, controlling his internal energy while dealing with the opponent's relentless attacks.

After playing for less than half an hour, he was already drenched in sweat and felt immense pressure.

"Coach, let him be my sparring partner from now on. He's very adaptable!"

The boy sheathed his sword, stood upright, looked at the coach, and spoke.

"Okay, no problem."

The coach beside him responded.

After the boy finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Rui and said, "If you can't suppress your power, you can gradually release it."

After the boy finished speaking, he turned around and left the arena.

Zhao Rui felt his face flush red; he had actually been looked down upon by a young man.

Fine, for the sake of the advanced points, I won't blame you for your youthful arrogance.

Martial Arts: Taiyi Splitting Light Sword (5/100) Seeing that the progress on the panel was already at five percent, Zhao Rui felt somewhat better.

If you steal, you should feel ashamed of stealing!

You can't steal other people's things and then complain about them saying you're bad at it!

That's incredibly unprofessional.

After testing for a period of time, Zhao Rui roughly understood the system's percentage progress setting standard. Basically, an hour of full-move practice could improve his progress by about 10% to 15%.

It's fairly efficient.

However, there are some exceptions, namely high-level martial arts, where the progress will be significantly slower.

This Taiyi Splitting Light Sword Technique is clearly a high-level sword technique.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

After Zhao Rui stepped off the ring, his coach handed him a bottle of Jialebao (a popular Chinese energy drink) and said with a smile, "I heard you just finished your college entrance exams. How did it go?"

"It's alright. Just so-so!"

"Hmm, I saw you use a proper technique just now, your basic skills are quite solid."

"He's just been diligently studying and practicing; he's nothing compared to that young boy from before, who was truly gifted!"

Zhao Rui said.

"Haha, you're one of our martial arts school's star students, a potential top ten contender in the region. He thinks you're a good fit for him. Spend more time sparring with him, and he'll pay you six hundred per session!"

"Six hundred?"

Zhao Rui's eyes lit up. This was a solid 600 yuan per game! If he played five or six games a day, cough cough!

Get rich!

"No problem, Coach! I'm available anytime!"

Zhao Rui's dedication is admirable!

After resting for a while, the boy stood up again and clapped his hands at Zhao Rui: "Come on!"

Seeing the situation, the coach gave Zhao Rui a push and said apologetically, "That's just his personality! Go on!"

"fine!"

Zhao Rui gave a "simple" smile, got up, and walked into the arena through the entrance.

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, the tip of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground, his left hand forming a sword gesture and pressing it against his right wrist, his posture relaxed and his aura restrained.

The sword trembled slightly with each breath, with a subtle, inexplicable rhythm hidden within.

"Taiyi Asks the Heavens, a fleeting glimpse of light!"

With a shout, the young man's figure floated in the air like a shadow, and in an instant, he rushed towards Zhao Rui with his sword.

Zhao Rui's palm struck out like a mountain, a move reminiscent of Pangu chiseling stone, meeting Zhao Rui's attack head-on. He secretly channeled his inner energy into his palm, making a buzzing sound as if a giant boulder had fallen to the ground, or a thunderous axe descending from the sky.

In this exchange, the two exchanged blows in the blink of an eye, their bodies moving seven or eight times, their footsteps overlapping, and Zhao Rui was already half a foot away from the boy.

The young man remained fearless in the face of danger, holding the sword hilt upside down, using his elbow and hips to thrust forward, and then slashing horizontally with his sword, forcing Zhao Rui back.

"Again!"

The two got so into the fight that they didn't separate for long before leaping back into action.

"Ten percent, twelve percent, fifteen percent..."

By the time the boy's breathing became disordered and he withdrew his sword, Zhao Rui's experience points had already reached 15%!

The young man was somewhat exhausted, but Zhao Rui was no less so.

At this moment, he deeply realized how difficult the job was, as he not only had to serve customers well, but also avoid getting injured.

It's not easy being a working person!

"That's all for today, Cheng Bin. Go to the meditation room and reflect on the exchange we just had!"

Coach Chong Shaonian, also known as Cheng Bin, spoke up.

The boy nodded, turned around, and stepped off the stage.

"Well played! You put pressure on him and perfectly unleashed the natural power of his moves!"

The coach praised Zhao Rui.

"It's exhausting. No wonder so few people want to be sparring partners! How are the coaches paid for this half hour?"

"Don't worry, it'll be 300 for half an hour!"

"Okay, coach, I'll rest for half an hour. Call me when you have a client!"

Zhao Rui happily stepped off the stage, picked up the bottled water placed under the stage, and gulped it down.

Upon hearing Zhao Rui's words, the coach paused for a moment, then smiled.

Although there are many students in the martial arts school, not many of them hire sparring partners, since they spend most of their time honing their own moves and skills.

Zhao Rui waited outside the arena for most of the day, and finally decided to meditate and cultivate on his own.

With the addition of skill points, his ethereal divine skill has reached the level of eight years of cultivation.

This includes the advancement points bonuses for the Taihang Thirteen Palms, Cloud Hands Plucking Stars, and Wing Chun Asking the Way.

The Wing Chun Way was something Zhao Rui had accumulated during his last sparring session with Bai Xuening before the college entrance examination.

After learning this set of techniques, Zhao Rui practiced it once, but it wasn't his style. He quickly familiarized himself with it and then put it aside.

This training lasted for two hours. When he heard his coach's voice and opened his eyes, it was already 11 a. m.

"I'm off work now. Come back this afternoon, or if you live nearby, you can wait for my call. We usually have more students practicing in the evenings here!"

The coach talked about some of the daily routines at the martial arts school.

Zhao Rui nodded in agreement, picked up his backpack, and stepped out of the martial arts gym.

The sun was blazing outside the window, making it exceptionally hot and humid. Even with internal energy regulating the body, it still made one feel quite uncomfortable.

He had just taken the elevator downstairs when his phone rang.

The call was from Yang Fan: "I'll take you somewhere tonight!"

Yang Fan's voice was mysterious and lewd.

"I have some things to do tonight, probably after nine o'clock!"

"Damn, are they dating? Tell me, who is it? Someone from our class? Bai Xuening?"

"What are you thinking? I found a part-time job to earn some extra money!"

"Working part-time as a dog?"

"More or less!"

"Damn, you went to wash someone's feet?"

"Get lost, you're just a martial arts sparring partner!"

"You scared me! If you're really short of money, just tell me, but whatever you do, don't sell your body! If you're going to sell yourself, sell it to me first!"

"Damn it, you're a beast! You even prey on your own brothers!"

"Haha, you're too late to know!"

Yang Fan chuckled and added, "I'll take a taxi to pick you up tonight, so dress smartly."

"knew!"

Zhao Rui responded and then hung up the phone.

(End of this chapter)