Chương 48: Finally, I can copy the Prajna Palm!

(5000) In a corner of the training ground, five sophomores and Zhao Rui, a freshman, lined up with their hands behind their backs, listening attentively to the instructions from assistant coach Zeng Hongyi.

The martial arts team has three assistant coaches, who previously accompanied the main team members to other places to participate in competitions.

Upon his return, he naturally took over the training of the younger players.

Wang Zhanshan is the second head coach, and also the head coach in the actual sense. He is more focused on the main tasks of the martial arts team.

In the last martial arts competition, because Elder Ge went to see a friend, he led the team to participate, which is why Wang Zhanshan stayed behind.

"As the saying goes, 'Without skill, boxing is not refined; without skill, boxing is not effective.' Talking about boxing on paper will ultimately lead to nothing... Real combat is the only standard to test one's training..."

Zeng Hongyi lived up to his name, being an upright person who taught with earnestness and persuasiveness, moving people with his words.

But for these sophomores, it's really a bit long-winded. Who doesn't understand these big principles?

After speaking for about ten minutes until his throat was dry, Coach Zeng had everyone practice in real combat.

Zhao Rui and Zhang Kui will each have to engage in a sparring session with one of the four second-year students present, lasting no more than ten minutes.

During each actual combat exercise, other personnel should observe from the sidelines, identify the strengths and weaknesses of both sides, and summarize their own experiences.

"Zhang Kui, you'd better go easy on him later!"

A sophomore raised an eyebrow and said to Zhang Kui with a mocking tone.

Both of them were sophomores and had joined the martial arts team together. But now that Zhang Kui had become their sparring partner, the person speaking naturally felt a sense of superiority.

Zhang Kui remained silent upon hearing this, but the gradual reddening of his skin revealed that his emotions were not as calm as they appeared.

"Brother Zhang, I'll go in for a bit, you take a rest!"

Zhao Rui naturally overheard their conversation and quickly spoke up upon hearing it.

Zhang Kui was about to refuse when he caught a glimpse of Zhao Rui's unwavering gaze, and changed his mind, saying, "Alright!"

"Hey, it's just a sparring session, not a competition. Are you shy? Oh, I forgot this is your first time being a sparring partner."

The boy smirked, clearly wanting to provoke Zhang Kui and spar with him.

Zhang Kui remained silent.

"Alright, let's begin. First match: Cao Guannan. Who from your sparring group will play?"

A moment later, Coach Zeng, who had just finished tidying up the training and testing equipment, checked the time and asked.

"Teacher, let me do it!"

Zhao Rui quickly responded and stepped forward, fearing that Zhang Kui might change his mind.

Seeing that it wasn't Zhang Kui who was going to fight, Cao Guannan, who had been making provocative remarks, couldn't help but glance at Zhang Kui sideways, and then shook his head contemptuously.

"Junior brother, please enlighten me!"

On the fighting stage, after the standard mutual greetings, Cao Guannan crossed his palms and stepped forward, slightly squatting down, assuming the starting stance of the Prajna Palm, and looked at Zhao Rui.

"Please, senior brother!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Cao Guannan swiftly struck Zhao Rui's vital point in the chest with his palm.

Zhao Rui had been keeping his shoulders low and bowed, on guard against his attack. When he saw the opponent coming, he quickly stepped back and clapped his hands, using the same Prajna Palm technique.

The two men's palms met, and each of them felt a jolt, realizing that the other's palm strike was powerful.

But Cao Guannan was not surprised at all; instead, a look of joy appeared on her face.

I heard that some prodigies have emerged from this year's freshmen, who are already at the level of level 7 or 8 at such a young age, with strength comparable to that of sophomores and juniors.

He assumed that Zhao Rui, this suddenly appearing freshman, was also this type.

After exchanging blows, I realized that although my opponent's skill was not bad, it was still slightly inferior to mine, so he couldn't possibly be some kind of martial arts prodigy.

Immediately relieved, he unleashed a series of smooth Prajna Palm strikes, each aimed directly at Zhao Rui's vital points.

Seeing his powerful attack, Zhao Rui used the combination of feints and real attacks of the Prajna Palm to barely deal with a few moves before quickly switching to Cloud Hands to Pluck Stars to resist the opponent's endless killing moves.

His Prajna Palm technique was still relatively new, and he was far from being able to use it freely.

"Junior brother, you're a bit slow, go faster!"

As Cao Guannan attacked, he shouted and his arrogance gradually grew.

Martial arts practitioners come in all shapes and sizes; some are reserved, while others are flamboyant.

You can't call someone stupid or that they don't know how to conceal their abilities. The path of martial arts places even more emphasis on cultivating the mind. Only when martial arts skills and inner peace are in harmony can one unleash their greatest power.

This is a true reflection of his inner thoughts when facing the enemy.

Strength arises from the heart, and energy comes from the mind!

I have just learned the meaning of the unity of man and man!

Zhao Rui ignored his provocation and continued to resist the opponent's palm strikes that poured down like a storm.

While retreating, he leaped and bounded around the arena to avoid the opponent's deadly moves.

"Prajna Palm replication progress: 5%... 6%..."

Seeing Cao Guannan's relentless attack, Zhao Rui really wanted to say, "Go, senior!"

The two exchanged nearly fifty blows in an instant. Although Zhao Rui was hit by his palms a few times, he avoided vital points and was not seriously injured.

Seeing that he couldn't break through after a long attack, Cao Guannan's face darkened, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

The body that was about to swing its palm suddenly stopped on the ground, leaped into the air, twisted in mid-air, and then supported itself with one hand and delivered a powerful side kick with both feet in mid-air.

This variation is completely outside the scope of the Prajna Palm.

A glint flashed in Zhao Rui's eyes. He pressed down with one hand to block the opponent's side kick, then assumed a "two-character clamp sheep stance" to deflect the force and neutralize the surprise attack.

"drop!"

"Cao Guannan, foul!"

Zeng Hongyi, who was watching from the sidelines, immediately blew his whistle to stop the match.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Cao, I lost control for a moment."

Cao Guannan quickly pretended to have made a mistake by accident and bowed his head to apologize to Cao Hongyi.

"Couldn't control yourself? Go practice the Prajna Palm ten more times!"

Zeng Hongyi, not being foolish, immediately reprimanded Cao Guannan and told her to get off the stage.

On the field, Zhao Rui secretly suppressed the slight trembling in his arms and jumped off the stage as well.

This guy's leg technique was incredibly powerful. Even with my fifteen years of training, I struggled to parry it.

"I want the Mighty Vajra Leg!"

After stepping off the stage, Zhao Rui adjusted his breathing while checking the system panel.

Prajna Palm progress is 8%, Vajra Kick progress is 0% after clicking.

The results were alright, but mastering the Vajra Leg technique might require some skill and a bit of luck.

"Zhao Rui performed well, with outstanding adaptability and smooth transitions between moves..."

"Cao Guannan, your Prajna Palm technique is quite good now? What's wrong? Can't your teacher teach you anymore?"

Zeng Hongyi's face darkened, and he reprimanded Cao Guannan, who was practicing the Prajna Palm on the sidelines.

"Teacher, I was wrong!"

Cao Guannan stood at attention, head bowed, and admitted his mistake.

"Being competitive is not a bad thing. If you have the right mindset for the competition, your teacher will actually be happy."

Zeng Hongyi gave a few more words of instruction, then signaled for the next group to continue.

This time, a girl named Qin Rui took the stage. She was petite and wore a purple martial arts uniform. A long braid was leaning against her slender right shoulder.

"Coach, I want to spar with him! He knows Wing Chun!"

Before she could even go on stage, Qin Rui suddenly pointed at Zhao Rui and spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Hongyi realized what was happening and quickly nodded, saying, "Zhao Rui, please continue to work hard."

Zhao Rui was completely confused. What was wrong with Wing Chun?

What's the secret?

However, since the teacher had given the order, he naturally had no reason to refuse. Besides, being a sparring partner was his original purpose.

He pulled back the flexible barrier, bent down, and squeezed into the arena. Standing face-to-face with the girl, he slightly clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, Senior Sister!"

"Hehe, you can only use Wing Chun, okay? You can't use anything else."

A slight smile appeared on her fair face, revealing two tiny dimples on her cheeks, making her look playful and adorable.

"Uh! Okay, senior sister!"

Zhao Rui bent his knees slightly inward into a "pincer" shape, lowered his center of gravity, placed his fists in front of his chest, and tucked his elbows in to protect his ribs.

The official Wing Chun opening stance: Two-Character Pinch Sheep Horse!

Qin Rui was overjoyed and leaped forward, immediately unleashing the Prajna Palm Technique.

Seeing this, Zhao Rui countered the moves, and the two immediately began to fight.

"The progress of the Prajna Palm technique is 10%, 15%..."

Zhao Rui calmly fed his senior sister the tips, and now he realized what was going on.

Wing Chun's "Quest for the Way" is a unique skill of the Emei School. Although it is used by both men and women, there are clearly more female users.

It is estimated that Qin Rui had encountered opponents who could use Wing Chun in previous competitions.

So, in this senior sister's eyes right now, isn't he the best sparring partner?

This exchange between the two was different from their previous encounter with Cao Guannan. The last time it involved some fighting, but this time it was clearly more about the exchange of techniques.

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Rui, still eager for more, said, "There are still two variations we haven't used yet, let's do them again later!"

In response to this request, Zhao Rui could only say, "That's exactly what I wanted!"

"Qin Rui, your Prajna Palm has improved somewhat, but it's not enough. You need to practice more diligently until you can achieve perfect coordination between intention and force, with the force flowing freely from your fingertips..."

"Zhao Rui, you did well. I only have a superficial understanding of Wing Chun, but your responses to the moves were excellent, as if you've truly mastered it. Don't slack off in the future; practice diligently!"

As usual, Zeng Hongyi commented on the two fighters and instructed the team members watching the battle to analyze the process and see how they would counter the opponent's moves if they were in their shoes.

The flourishing of martial arts is not about the proliferation of secret manuals, but about the exchange of martial arts techniques.

Seeing Zhao Rui listening to the teacher's encouragement with a calm and composed expression, Zhang Kui, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but reflect on his own actions.

Teacher Wang asked himself to calm down and reflect. What was he reflecting on?

Is he like Zhao Rui, calm and collected in the face of adversity?

Or should I change my habit of being arrogant and showing off?

A flood of thoughts rushed into my mind in an instant.

Half an hour later, after analyzing the two matches, the players started a new round of practice.

Zhao Rui has already played two games in a row, so he naturally needs to rest. Although he is not tired, others think he is.

Zhang Kui stopped himself from going onto the field and said, "I'm ready, let me do it!"

Seeing this, Zhao Rui didn't say much and could only helplessly watch Zhang Kui go on stage.

In fact, there weren't any particularly outstanding students in the second year. When they entered the school, the strongest student was Cao Guannan, who had a level 7 certificate.

Now, after half a year of honing my skills, I've barely reached the threshold of level eight.

Zhang Kui's level was roughly equal to, or even slightly better than, that of the remaining sophomores.

This is also why Coach Wang had him serve as a sparring partner for a period of time to hone his mental fortitude.

With some free time, Zhao Rui sat down and quietly watched Zhang Kui sparring with a senior student on the stage.

Just then, a figure slipped up from behind and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, junior brother, you're fighting me later!"

The speaker was a short-haired senior female student with short, ear-length hair, a neutral style of dress, and a somewhat masculine demeanor.

"this……"

"I'll introduce you to some girlfriends later, they're all stunning beauties!"

"Forehead……"

"It's settled then!"

After the girl finished speaking, she slipped back to her original seat.

After a while, once Zhang Kui's group finished their match, the short-haired girl from before leaped onto the stage and shouted at Zhao Rui, "Come up here!"

Zhao Rui glanced at Zhang Kui, and amidst the latter's astonished gaze, returned to the arena.

"Senior sister, please give me your guidance!"

"Don't worry, junior brother, it'll look beautiful!"

"..."

Do you have performance targets or tasks?

Enough talk, let's see who's the real deal with our fists and feet.

The match naturally turned into another clash between Wing Chun and Prajna Palm.

Although Zhao Rui's level was lower than theirs, he had the advantage of having a more diverse range of martial arts techniques and a more profound internal strength. Although he was not as good as them, the difference was not significant.

It wasn't a life-or-death battle, so naturally the fight was evenly matched.

"Prajna Palm progress is 25%!"

As the whistle blew, Zhao Rui's progress in copying the Prajna Palm technique stopped at 25%.

"Li Xinran, you've improved..."

The short-haired girl's name is Li Xinran, which is a nice name, but her clothes and appearance don't match her name at all.

The practical training usually involves two rounds of practice in an afternoon. After the first round, the coach and the team members analyze the results, and then the coach provides one-on-one guidance to the team members.

The second round mainly focuses on testing and analyzing the effectiveness of the adjustments.

See what improvements and problems arise after the guidance, and keep them for later refinement and practice.

After a brief rest, the second round of sparring continued as usual.

Given Cao Guannan's "bad record," his sparring partner was replaced by Zhang Kui.

The two were already at odds, and after a fight, they almost came to blows. In the end, Zeng Hongyi punished them both by sending them outside to reflect on their actions.

As a result, Zhao Rui was left as the sparring partner, and he "got his wish" and sparred for more than half an hour.

The progress of the Prajna Palm technique was increased to fifty percent!

After two rounds of this, it's basically time for the team training to end.

Zeng Hongyi was very satisfied with Zhao Rui's performance today, and after training, he made a point of getting his phone number.

This would allow Zhao Rui to discuss and exchange ideas with him anytime he has questions about martial arts.

After saying goodbye to Teacher Zeng, Zhao Rui packed his bag, turned around and left the training ground. Just as he stepped out the door, he heard Li Xinran's voice beside him.

"Junior Brother Zhao!"

"Senior Sister Li? Is there something you need?"

Zhao Rui was slightly taken aback, not expecting Li Xinran to be waiting for him at the door.

"Yeah, didn't I say I'd introduce you to a girlfriend?"

Li Xinran tilted her head back with a cool air, giving off a feeling reminiscent of the dashing Little Tigers from her past life.

Really...

Le Bin and Li Xinran, could you two switch bodies?

Zhao Rui muttered a curse under his breath, then laughed and said, "Senior sister, it was just a joke. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now!"

After saying that, Zhao Rui walked out.

Before they had taken two steps, Li Xinran grabbed his arm and said, "What I said is no joke. What do you mean? I already made plans."

"..."

"I didn't bring any money!"

"My treat!"

"I have high standards!"

"It's okay if you don't like it."

"Okay!"

Zhao Rui readily agreed. He figured he might as well go for such a good opportunity; at the very least, he could earn a meal.

Upon hearing Zhao Rui's suggestion, Li Xinran laughed heartily, then casually draped her arm around his neck, giving him a tight hug like a man, and said, "That's more like it! Why are you being so fussy!"

Zhao Rui got goosebumps all over his body, he was really afraid that this senior sister was a lesbian!

"Senior sister, please relax. I want to ask you something! It's important."

Hearing Zhao Rui say he had something important to discuss, Li Xinran finally released her arm and looked at him readily, saying, "Go ahead, what is it?"

"Is the only martial arts our team can learn in the early stages the Prajna Palm?"

Zhao Rui asked.

"No, that's not it. But you can't bite off more than you can chew, so Professor Wang doesn't let us learn too much. Basically, he doesn't interfere after the third year. We can freely look at the books and audio-visual materials in the library."

"Oh! So we usually only practice the Prajna Palm technique together?"

"No, that's not it. Well, my generation is relatively weak, with a shallower foundation, so we've always focused on the Prajna Palm technique..."

After hearing Li Xinran's explanation, Zhao Rui suddenly understood.

The two walked and talked, and after about ten minutes, they arrived at a tower-like building that was about five stories high.

"We agreed to meet at the cafeteria!"

After Li Xinran finished speaking, she stepped onto the stairs and walked into the tower-like building.

Zhao Rui looked up and exclaimed, "The First Restaurant!"

It turned out to be the famous martial arts academy's independent canteen.

We're in for a treat!

Zhao Rui quickly caught up with her and followed her into the cafeteria.

From the outside, the cafeteria looks like a large, slightly flat tower, but inside it is a very modern structure.

It has the feel of a five-star hotel.

The two walked down a corridor and turned a corner into the entrance of a spacious restaurant.

"The flavors of Sichuan and Chongqing!"

A black plaque with gold lettering hangs high above the entrance, bearing the four ancient Chinese characters for "Sichuan and Chongqing Flavor"!

"You can handle spicy food, right?"

"It's alright!"

"A man can't say no."

Li Xinran went in first, looked around the lobby, found a seat by the window, and sat down.

"Wait a moment, she hasn't arrived yet."

Li Xinran gestured to Zhao Rui not to rush.

"I'm not in a hurry!"

Zhao Rui smiled and turned to observe the restaurant's environment.

It was still bright outside, and since there were already few martial arts students, even fewer students came to eat at this time.

There were about three or four tables of guests scattered around.

The two sat facing each other at the table, chatting idly. After a while, Li Xinran's phone rang.

Li Xinran hung up the phone, stood up, looked around, and then waved towards the door.

Zhao Rui looked in that direction and was immediately taken aback.

A petite girl with bright eyes and white teeth stood at the door, her familiar long braid still falling diagonally over her shoulder.

Isn't this Senior Sister Qin Rui?

However, Qin Rui had changed into a light, silky long dress and had applied light makeup to her face.

"Hehe, why let the good stuff go to outsiders!"

When Li Xinran saw Zhao Rui, she immediately wore a smug look on her face, as if her evil scheme had succeeded.

Just then, Qin Rui also walked over.

(End of this chapter)