Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 283.013. Sparring
Jin Junlai turned around, taking advantage of being two steps ahead of him, and looked smugly at Jin Ziyue, spreading his palms, bringing his four fingers together, and beckoning:
"Attack me with all your might. You can't use your life-spell now, and neither can I. Whatever you do, as long as you can make the floor beneath my feet crack, you win."

Jin Ziyue nodded and walked towards him without saying a word, stepping on him as he got close.

"So arrogant?" Jin Junlai raised an eyebrow, stretched out his leg like a hook, like a monkey trying to catch the moon, intending to hit Jin Ziyue's leg.

Suddenly, as Jin Ziyue's leg was suspended in the air, he pulled back his strength, pulled his leg back and thrust his knee into the air, turning it into a knee strike. His other supporting leg sprang up, and his body leaned forward to crash into Jin Junlai.

Jin Junlai frowned slightly. Using his leg rashly and causing instability in his lower body was a major taboo. Moreover, he seemed to be at a disadvantage. If the tip of his slanted leg swept towards the other supporting leg, it could trip Jin Ziyue.

wrong.

Jin Junlai's mind raced, and he figured out Jin Ziyue's strategy. He wanted to fall down and use his body weight to break the wooden planks, while also being able to use his hands.

The reason for using the legs is that the legs are closest to the board; it would be impractical to use the hands, which would require bending over and stretching out.

If you take advantage of the momentum of falling, you can relax your guard and force yourself to lift your leg. With your lower body unstable, you can't reach out your hands. Caught off guard, you will have fewer means to defend yourself.

Hmph, little fox.

Jin Junlai, not wanting to do as he pleased, slapped his knees with both palms, taking the blow head-on.

boom.

A muffled thud was heard, indicating that the forces exerted by both sides were similar.

Jin Ziyue pulled his leg back, but Jin Junlai didn't budge.

After a brief pause, their eyes met, and a glint gradually appeared in each other's eyes.

The tentative exchanges have come to an end.

Jin Ziyue pointed his fist, then retreated immediately upon contact, while simultaneously launching an attack with his other fist. He repeated this motion, with three or four punches following one after another, like raindrops hitting banana leaves, getting faster and faster.

Jin Junlai blocked with his palm, and as Jin Ziyue's fists quickened, the frequency of his waving also increased, with a series of loud bangs.

"This physique dares to compete in explosive power?" Jin Junlai was slightly surprised. This kid's body was still a bit too immature at 16 years old.

Jin Ziyue increased his speed to the maximum, punching and retracting in a high-speed rotating gear. This move puts a great strain on the body. The instantaneous impact can accumulate a lot of lactic acid, which cannot be sustained for long, and it will also cause short-term muscle fatigue.

Jin Jun couldn't discern his technique, but vaguely sensed something. He used his left and right hands to paddle and deflect the opponent's punches, and suddenly, he joined his palms together to block the opponent's face.

boom.

There is a needle hidden in the cotton.

As Jin Ziyue secretly advanced, he unleashed a powerful punch, reaching the critical distance before striking without hesitation. However, Jin Junlai noticed and blocked his path.

The sound of that punch was like a signal, completely igniting Jin Ziyue's offensive frequency, and his fist and palm techniques became more powerful and fierce.

Cut off every inch, strike hard and break through.

Elbows fly, blocking and intercepting; fists turn into palms; wrists twist and turn, palms into fists, weaving through the path of fists.

Jin Junlai's eyes lit up. Bajiquan?

No, that's not right. This kind of close-fitting, short-sleeved style is wilder.

Jin Ziyue's advantage over Jin Junlai lies in his agility. As he shifts his feet, he draws power from his waist to his arms, making it easier for Jin Junlai, who can only stand still, to take advantage of his momentum.

He moved around, shifting his position as he fought, subtly conforming to the four cardinal directions and four corners.

Baguazhang?
Jin Junlai's expression turned somewhat strange.

Because Jin Ziyue's style has changed again, is it now the Hundred Schools of Boxing?

Jin Junlai's feet were on the floor, the old boards creaking and groaning. If he hit hard enough, he could crack the floor.

This must be Jin Ziyue's idea.

In hand-to-hand combat, the lower body must be stable, just like an artillery piece. The upper body outputs firepower, while the lower body must withstand an equivalent force.

As his feet firmly planted on the ground, the force spread throughout the floor. Jin Ziyue relied on his ability to strike from a distance, feigning a thud to actually vibrate the floor. Yet, the dusty, rotten wood remained unharmed during their clash.

Jin Ziyue suddenly stopped, abruptly stepped back, and stared at Jin Junlai with a gloomy expression.

"Did you cheat?"

"No way," Jin Junlai said without changing his expression.

"Don't move, there's something wrong with this plank." Jin Ziyue stared at the plank under his feet.

Jin Junlai touched his nose: "What's wrong?"

“I’m not sure if there’s anything wrong with the plank, but now I know there’s something wrong with you.” Jin Ziyue glared at him.

Jin Junlai touches his nose when he feels guilty; this is a conditioned reflex he developed after being scolded by his mother.

“I’ve been staring at the floor the whole time. The force we’ve generated during our fight is enough for me to punch you a few times, but the wooden plank under your feet hasn’t budgeed at all.”

"If it wasn't you who used the incantation, then there's something wrong with the wooden board itself."

Jin Ziyue stared at him.

"Stop talking so much nonsense. You can't beat them, so you're just being unreasonable?" Jin Junlai said angrily.

"You can hit me if you want." Jin Ziyue bent down, grabbed a handful of muddy hands from the ground, and said, "What do you think Mom's reaction will be if she sees these marks on your clothes?"

"You little brat, you're ruthless!"

Jin Junlai was stunned when he heard about Jin's mother. He walked over dejectedly and said, "Alright, alright, that's enough."

"Tell me first, how did you cheat?"

Jin Ziyue persisted.

Jin Junlai glared at him and said, "I said I didn't cheat. Didn't you say I didn't use the life-or-death command? Which eye of yours saw me use the life-or-death command?"

"That wooden plank?" Jin Ziyue glanced at it; it was indeed wood that had been there for some years, and theoretically it should be easy to split with a little force.

“I’m using a different ability,” Jin Junlai explained irritably. “It’s similar to solidification or armoring, which strengthens myself and the external things I can reach, and can also adjust additional attributes according to different inscriptions.”

"What kind of ability is this? Using the power of destiny and still saying you didn't cheat?" Jin Ziyue had never heard of such an application before.

"Oath of destiny."

Jin Jun looked him over and said, "It seems you haven't quite mastered the art of controlling fate yet. Fate controllers don't have their own innate destiny words, but the top people in the fate controller world have secret techniques to transfer the power of the destiny words to themselves. However, it's not the power of the destiny words themselves, but a transformation of the destiny words. It's like taking power from the destiny words and turning it into their own 'power'."

"'Momentum'?" This was the first time Jin Ziyue had heard this term.

“You may have come across it, but you may not recognize it,” Jin Junlai said. “Take my Five Elements destiny statement for example. My ‘power’ is the power of the five elements that empowers me. The reason why the wooden plank couldn’t break just now was because of the ‘metal’ power, which gives even the most fragile plank the strength of metal.”

Jin Junlai confessed to his cheating.

Jin Ziyue pondered for a moment and asked, "You didn't use your command either?"

"Yes, an oath is not the power of a word, but a personal specialty. The power of a word can be arbitrarily bestowed upon its host; it imposes itself upon itself, and the host is nothing without it. But a person who learns to swear an oath can use any word sworn in, so it is themselves who are improved, not the word itself."

(End of this chapter)