Chương 4: has a buffer period, so it shouldn't hurt too much, right?

Zhao Rui did not seek victory. His movements were like those of a hawk, leaping and bounding, and he used the silk-wrapping technique to overcome strength with softness.

They made contact briefly and then immediately broke apart. They exchanged blows for eleven rounds, but neither of them actually managed to land two proper palm strikes.

Cui Jian complained, "Zhao Rui, aren't you annoying? What kind of training can you do like this!"

Zhao Rui remained silent, then suddenly his body sank, slamming his palms on the ground. His body spun like a top, his palm winds swept across, and his energy overflowed, like clouds rising into the sky, filling the space between heaven and earth.

His right hand, fingers joined like a sword, was hidden in the clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing intermittently, its killing intent lurking beneath the surface.

Cui Jian chuckled, quickly retreating while shouting, "Clouds move in all directions? Just what I've been waiting for!"

As he retreated sideways, he leaped into the air, twisted his body, and clapped his hands, striking Zhao Rui directly in the face.

Zhao Rui raised his hand to block, his body swayed, and all his strength dissipated.

The two of them waved to each other with lightning speed, like rabbits leaping and falcons swooping.

"That was great, let's have another one!"

Cui Jian was overjoyed. He steadied himself and rushed forward again.

"The Thirteen Palms of Taihang, copy or not!"

"Copy!"

Zhao Rui remained silent, stepped forward, and the two clashed again.

They fought for another seven or eight minutes before being separated by the teacher.

"That was great, Zhao Rui. When are we going to fight again? You never used to go all out before, haha."

Cui Jian, still savoring the moment, said after stepping off the stage.

"No problem! We can spar when we have time."

Zhao Rui smiled, and the system interface in his mind had already changed its values.

Name: Zhao Rui Age: 18 Copy martial arts: Thirteen Palms of Taihang, progress 10/100.

Advanced level: 0.

Zhao Rui walked back to his seat, his brows furrowed slightly. This progress was too slow!

I've been practicing for about ten minutes, using the same moves at least seven or eight times, and I'm only about 10% complete.

Does that mean that to completely replicate something, you have to constantly fight against the other party?

This system is a bit...

Suddenly, a word that had accompanied him for more than ten years in his previous life popped into Zhao Rui's mind.

Sparring partner!

It seems that if I were to become a sparring partner, everything would fall into place.

I wonder if this progress is related to the difficulty of the martial arts?

It seems we need to do more experiments.

Back in his group, watching the other students sparring back and forth on stage, Zhao Rui couldn't resist the urge to join in.

However, each person can only play two rounds in an afternoon. The rest of the time is spent on the teacher's overall feedback and individual guidance.

However, since the teacher is in charge of dozens of students, it is impossible to take care of each one individually, so the only option is to provide general guidance and instruction.

This certainly cannot meet the needs of most students.

Those with money and power would hire private tutors for their children, or even have them apprentice under famous martial arts masters.

Even someone like Zhao Rui, who has neither money nor power, isn't entirely without a way out.

Those with talent, once they show their abilities, will be recruited by prestigious schools, large sects, or organizations to become their inner disciples.

Even the college entrance examination could be abolished, allowing students to directly enter the corresponding higher education institutions.

Those with average talent can choose to become disciples of a martial arts school.

The martial arts school here is similar to the one in the late Qing Dynasty martial arts movies featuring Wong Fei-hung.

They may not be exceptionally skilled, but they at least have some tricks up their sleeves, a couple of unique skills, or a family heirloom.

There are two types of apprentices: those who have just started learning and those who are guaranteed to learn everything.

The entry-level ones, the core disciples, have to formally become someone's apprentice, pay homage to the ancestors of the lineage, and have a lineage.

He is a true master, not a teacher at school.

The other option requires spending money, but the teaching is genuine and serious, though it's a bit more worldly, teaching everyday things.

Snakes have their paths, and rats have theirs!

No matter how the world changes, human nature will never change!

It all boils down to fame and fortune!

Zhao Rui also joined the martial arts school. In the first few years, he paid to attend a martial arts school called Jimin Pharmacy.

He started as a regular apprentice who paid tuition, but later his master, Li Da Nao, saw that he had some talent and took him on as a disciple.

Yeah, the kind where you have to pay an extra two thousand yuan each month.

There's no way around it; if you want to get ahead, you have to learn some real skills. But with the skills he learned on the street, Zhao Rui can forget about getting into a good university.

Fortunately, Li Da Nao was a man of action, and he didn't hold back when it came to teaching kung fu.

In the practice room, Zhao Rui took to the stage for the second time, and his opponent was still Cui Jian.

This delighted Cui Jian, who had been itching to try it out.

Without saying much, the two stepped onto the ring and got into fighting stances.

This sparring continued for another ten minutes or so, and instead of stopping, the two players became more and more excited as they fought.

Zhao Hengsheng, a practical instructor watching from the sidelines, rolled his eyes.

If he hadn't called a halt, those two would probably have been fighting until the end of the semester.

"Stop! What's going on with you two?"

Zhao Hengsheng frowned.

"Teacher, I haven't had enough!"

Cui Jian chuckled. He knew that Zhao Rui was eager to fight him and thought that he was the one who forced Zhao Rui to keep fighting with him.

After all, he's usually the one who causes the timeouts.

But what he didn't know was that it was Zhao Rui who wanted to exceed the time limit this time.

"Students, the college entrance examination is just around the corner. You need to identify your weaknesses and fill in the gaps in your knowledge as soon as possible!"

Zhao Hengsheng glanced at everyone and said earnestly.

The crowd nodded with varying expressions; some were dismissive, while others were solemn and deeply moved, feeling immense pressure.

"When you get back, review today's practical process and write a summary for me tomorrow."

After Zhao Hengsheng finished speaking, he signaled to the students to dismiss the get out of class.

Zhao Rui changed out of his martial arts uniform and was about to leave when he saw the girl from his childhood who had challenged him to a sparring match during class standing at the door of the changing room, watching him.

"Ahem, Xue Ning, is something the matter?"

Zhao Rui forced a smile and asked.

"Well, I hope you can practice a few games with me before the college entrance exam!"

Bai Xuening stared intently at him, as if she had spotted her prey.

"I'm not fighting you, you just keep saying I'm taking advantage of you!"

Zhao Rui tossed his backpack over his shoulder and walked toward the door without stopping, speaking the truth as he spoke.

Bai Xuening blushed and retorted, "Can't you just...?"

The girl's words caught in her throat; she hesitated and couldn't bring herself to say them.

In a real fight, how can you avoid taking advantage of others? It's not like you're intentionally taking advantage. You can't change a strike to the chest into a strike to the butt, can you?

My buttocks won't do either!

"Then, couldn't you have been more careful!"

Bai Xuening pouted, looking conflicted. Her kung fu was quite good; among her female classmates, only two could hold their own against her.

Even most boys are not as good as her.

But she didn't get along with either of the two girls, and she didn't want to fight them.

So she could only fight against boys.

She felt awkward with someone like Cui Jian, who was headstrong and impulsive, and was worried about getting hurt.

Only someone like Zhao Rui, who prioritizes agility and speed, can control his movements with ease in combat.

Even so, physical contact is still unavoidable.

Um, this physical contact isn't just about touching arms or legs; it's mainly about the chest!

Once, Zhao Rui couldn't stop himself and slapped her right breast, causing her pain for a long time.

The worst part is that after he finished hitting me, he looked completely innocent and said, "There was some cushioning, so it shouldn't hurt that much!"

This is absolutely infuriating!

"I have something to do at my martial arts school, let's talk another day, bye Xue Ning!"

Zhao Rui gave a perfunctory reply, then picked up his backpack and fled as if he were escaping.

Bai Xuening looked at Zhao Rui's departing figure with a wronged expression, her beautiful eyes slightly reddening. She could clearly feel Zhao Rui's estrangement.

"Zhao Rui!"

"Another day, another day, I really have something to do today!"

Zhao Rui's loud voice slowly drifted in from the entrance of the training room.

Upon hearing the boy's clear voice, Bai Xuening's delicate face flushed with embarrassment and annoyance, and she muttered in a low voice, "It was clearly you who bullied me."

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(End of this chapter)