Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 13 You Can't Win Against Me

"I think we should pin our hopes on Master taking on a junior disciple!"

Zhao Rui chuckled.

"Haha, that's what I said back then!"

Upon hearing this, the senior sister smiled. She had thought the same thing when she felt she couldn't beat him.

They truly are disciples taught by the same master.

The group chatted for a while in the martial arts hall before dispersing.

Martial arts apprentices do not live at the school; after finishing their training, they all return to their own homes.

Although the eldest and second eldest brothers are both Master's sons, they have been married and established their own careers for many years and spend most of their time living away from home.

Zhao Rui made an excuse to delay for a moment, and instead of leaving in a hurry, he activated the system panel in his mind.

Name: Zhao Rui
……

Martial arts:

Taihang Thirteen Palms (Mastery) +

Azure Cloud Palm (Mastery) +

Cloud Hands Piercing the Stars (Mastery) +

Martial arts skills that can be copied:
Wing Chun Asks the Way (98/100)
Advancement Points +1
......"

Looking at the contents of the panel, Zhao Rui felt a surge of joy; he had finally reached the mastery level of Cloud Hands and Star Picking.

If a martial art can be mastered, it means that the martial artist has basically mastered that martial art.

The so-called mastery is to use the body as a cauldron and the mind as a furnace to refine the moves into innate Qi.

At this point, the martial artist has shed the form of moves, and the fist and sword manuals are no longer inanimate objects engraved on bamboo slips, but rather rivers flowing in the meridians.

Every move is executed with complete freedom of movement, without any hindrance!
After mastering the realm, one enters the realm of Qi transformation. Martial artists at this realm cannot be divided into ten levels, but rather transcend the ten levels.

To achieve a return to the essence of martial arts, even plucking leaves and flying flowers contains one's innate vital energy. The swordsman discards his sword, his fingertips slicing through the air with the intent to cleave water; the boxer gathers his strength, his breath forming a primordial energy.

At this point, the martial artist possessed superhuman abilities, and every move he made contained immense power.

Zhao Rui doesn't know much about this realm, and it's too early to consider it now.

Being able to reach a level of mastery before the college entrance examination is already a great joy.

Zhao Rui focused his mind and silently circulated his ethereal divine skill, channeling his energy throughout his body's meridians, before unleashing a sudden attack.

His movements were as swift as lightning, his steps unpredictable and agile, like thunder tearing through the night sky.

Each move is no longer like before, where you had to counter each move; instead, you understand your own mind and nature, and move freely and naturally.

"Comfortable!"

Zhao Rui practiced a set of palm techniques, breathing deeply and calming his breath before letting out a shout.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Junior Uncle, what are you doing in there?"

Just then, the voice of my junior niece came from the doorway.

Zhao Rui stepped forward and opened the martial arts hall door, which he had deliberately locked earlier.

He immediately saw his junior niece, Li Lanting, looking him over with a strange expression.

Especially that gaze, which went straight for his lower body.

Zhao Rui felt uneasy under Zhao Rui's gaze and said with a stern face, "What are you doing? Have you finished your homework?"

"I'm feeling guilty! Don't worry, Uncle-Master, I won't tell Grandpa and the others. I know what men are like!"

"Damn it, you don't know anything!"

Zhao Rui was speechless. This girl was incredibly precocious; he shouldn't let her look at her phone.

"Go do your homework."

Zhao Rui scolded.

"Hurry up and find a girlfriend, you'll get pimples if you keep going like this!"

Li Lanting ran towards the front yard, covering her mouth and giggling.

Zhao Rui ignored her, changed his clothes, and rode his bicycle out of the pharmacy.

The summer night was hot and dry, and the outdoor lights were bright. The streetlights emitted a dim yellow light, illuminating the straight cement road ahead.

The college entrance exam is coming soon!

Which university will he apply to in the future? Before the system panel was available, his highest goal would have been a second-tier university in the province.

However, with the support of the panel, he has already reached the mastery level ahead of schedule and passed the fourth-level martial artist exam with ease.

In that case, universities can't set their admission standards so low.

It must be at least a top-tier university within or outside the province, or even a key university.

As Zhao Rui pondered his future academic path, he rode home.

As he was riding, a brown basketball suddenly flew at high speed from the front, spinning and heading straight for him.

The speed was far beyond what an ordinary person could achieve when throwing.

He's a martial artist!
Zhao Rui reached out and caught the basketball, channeling his inner energy into his hand and spinning it around in his palm like a juggling act.

He braced his right leg on the ground and looked at the two tall boys walking towards him from a distance.

"Hey, he's got some martial arts skills! Which school does he go to? He looks familiar!"

One of the handsome, angular-featured boys, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, spoke in a somewhat frivolous tone.

Zhao Rui glanced at the other person, said nothing, tossed the basketball back, and then rode away on his bicycle.

The boy caught the basketball, suddenly raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "Oh, I remember now, it's you!"

Zhao Rui smiled at the other person, but the smile seemed a bit fake, and then rode away.

"Brother Luo, do you know this guy?"

Seeing Zhao Rui leave, the boy next to him asked the handsome boy who had just spoken.

"The general is defeated!"

The handsome young man casually smoothed his hair and said nonchalantly.

……

Municipal Martial Arts Association Grading Center!
Zhao Rui sat on the back of Yang Fan's motorcycle, and drove into the parking lot as the sun rose.

"If you pass the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), don't forget to treat me to KFC!"

"no problem!"

Zhao Rui took a deep breath and strode towards the assessment center building.

Yang Fan locked his car and quickly followed. Looking at the enormous building in front of him, he exclaimed in amazement, "The Martial Arts Association is really rich. This is even more impressive than the city government building."

The two climbed the steps and soon arrived at the assessment center hall.

After handing over my ID to the staff and getting a number, I arrived at the corridor outside the testing room.

I sat in the chair and waited.

"Look, so many people! Are they all here to take the Level 4 exam? Really?"

Yang Fan said with some disbelief, after all, level 5 martial artists are extremely rare in the school.

How did we get here? There are so many.

There must be more than twenty!
"This is just in the city. In the province, there are even more, and even level six or seven is not uncommon."

Zhao Rui replied.

"Sigh! Luckily I didn't force myself to cultivate too hard. Indeed, one must know one's own limitations!"

Yang Fan chuckled, about to make another self-deprecating remark, when he suddenly heard voices coming from the other side.

"Hey, what a coincidence! You're here for the evaluation too, aren't you? Level four? That's pretty fast!"

He looked up and saw two tall boys he didn't recognize.

"You're lucky, your strength should have been at level four by now, right?"

At this moment, Zhao Rui, who was standing next to him, picked up where the other person left off.

"I came with a classmate. Sorry, even if you are a level four martial artist, you have no chance of beating me."

The speaker was the boy with the basketball that Zhao Rui had met on the path earlier.

"Damn, so arrogant, who do you think you are?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan immediately became displeased.

The boy wasn't annoyed by this and just smiled nonchalantly, saying, "I just passed the CET-6!"

"six……"

Yang Fan's words were instantly stuck in his throat, and he stammered as he closed his mouth.

(End of this chapter)