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

Chapter 2 A School with Martial Arts Skills
The woman's expression twisted for a moment before she composed herself and said in a flirtatious tone, "If you don't want to put in the effort, how about I do?"

"That's no fun. I'm not talking to you anymore. You have no money, and neither do I. Why should poor people make things difficult for other poor people?"

Zhao Rui waved casually and turned to walk away.

A glint flashed in the woman's eyes, and the bright red nail polish on her left hand stood out as if stained with blood.

"How dare you flirt with me! You'll regret this!"

With a whisper, the woman was about to turn and chase after him when she saw the boy who had just left rushing back.

"Two hundred it is, I'll take it! You look so beautiful, sister!"

The boy sized up the woman with a lustful look, which made his otherwise handsome young face appear somewhat lewd.

woman:"……"

"Sister, you need to be more proactive later."

Before the woman could react, Zhao Rui had already reached out and grabbed her soft hand, pulling her into the dim alley.

The woman stiffened slightly, her gaze narrowed, and her disgust intensified. She formed a claw with her right hand, preparing to make a move, when she suddenly felt a sudden force on her right hand, and her body involuntarily fell forward.

The woman reacted swiftly, twisting her body to dissipate the force, her fingers and claws slicing out horizontally like blades, cutting forward.

The crimson fingernails gleamed with a somber, cold light.

"The Ghostly Claw of the Underworld?"

Zhao Rui remained unhurried, sidestepping the attack. His left hand formed a cloud that blotted out the sky, while his right hand struck the opponent's Baihui acupoint with lightning speed.

"Plucking stars with cloud hands?"

The woman's eyes widened in surprise. She quickly waved her fingers and claws to avoid his attack, her body moving like a dragon, her feet treading the seven stars as she dodged aside.

"I'm not playing with you anymore, you're just a little kid, you have no sense of romance at all."

After the woman finished speaking, she lifted herself up, stepped on the wall, and actually flipped herself onto the top of the wall, disappearing into the night.

"Hey, sis, you're showing too much skin! It's white!"

The woman trembled, her steps faltered, and she nearly fell off the wall.

Once she had regained her balance, she turned back and glared at Zhao Rui reproachfully, spitting out, "You're so young and already learning bad habits. I hope you become impotent when you see a beautiful woman!"

"Fuck!"

Zhao Rui was furious, but the woman's figure had already disappeared outside the alley.

Zhao Rui paused slightly, not giving chase, but looking at the changed information on the panel in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Name: Zhao Rui
Age: 18 years old

Height: 182cm
Copyable martial arts: Netherworld Ghost Hand
(Copy or not)
Copy progress: 0/10
Available advancement points: 0
......"

The copyable martial arts option has changed to Netherworld Ghost Hand, which is the martial arts technique used by that beautiful woman just now.

Zhao Rui pondered for a moment. Could the function of this panel be to copy the opponent's martial arts?
The progress bar indicates that copying requires a process; is it time or number of attempts?
Zhao Rui hesitated for a moment and did not choose yes. Firstly, this martial art belonged to the evil sect and would be useless to learn.

Secondly, if after selecting a skill, one can only choose one current task, wouldn't that be an added hassle, requiring one to find someone to teach the skill?

After a slight pause, Zhao Rui left the alley without giving it much thought.

A lot has happened today; it's not advisable to stay here any longer.

About ten minutes later, at the entrance of a brightly lit high-rise residential complex, Zhao Rui swiped his card and entered.

His family lives here in a decent neighborhood. Although his parents have no power or influence, they have stable jobs and live a comfortable life.

After returning home and saying goodbye to his parents and younger brother, Zhao Rui went straight into his room.

"What happened to my son?"

Zhao Rui's father, Zhao Jincheng, asked his wife, Xue Wenhui, with some confusion.

"Did you not do well on the test? It seems there's a competition at the martial arts gym today."

Xue Wenhui looked towards her son's room and said uncertainly.

Zhao Jincheng didn't say much after hearing this, but after a long while he sighed and said, "My son is too arrogant. Learning martial arts requires talent, and you can't force it!" "It's all because you're useless. If you were capable, my son wouldn't need to practice so hard!"

"What do you know? Skills improved with drugs can't compare to the solid foundation gained through self-study!"

"Everyone else uses it, so you're just incompetent!"

As the couple talked, a hint of hostility crept in.

Zhao Rui's younger brother, Zhao Ke, rolled his eyes as he listened to the two arguing, then got up and went to his room.

Zhao Rui could hear the commotion outside the room. His parents, like ordinary people in his previous life, were caught up in the mundane details of daily life.

Just because martial arts exist in this world doesn't make people live any different lives.

Perhaps the only difference is that they have a son with some martial arts talent. They've been exposed to a slightly different world.

Zhao Rui ignored the outside noise, focused his mind, and began to study the contents of the panel.

After pondering for a long time, I still couldn't find any other options or user interface.

Its functions are monotonous and simple.

"Let things take their course. We've already lived once, so let's have a peaceful mindset!"

Zhao Rui's mood fluctuated throughout the day, and he was quite tired. After meditating and breathing for a while, he fell asleep early.

The next morning, after getting up and eating some egg pancakes made by my mother, Xue Wenhui, I went to school with my younger brother.

Zhao Ke and he both attended the No. 1 Middle School in Lincheng City, but he had no talent for martial arts and was just an ordinary student.

"Brother, I'm leaving first!"

As they approached the school gate, Zhao Ke took a couple of steps away from her brother Zhao Rui, greeted him, and then quickly walked into the school grounds, keeping her distance from him.

Zhao Rui's cheek twitched.

This younger brother!
Since starting high school, he has avoided appearing on campus with his older brother, fearing that others might find out he has a professional martial artist brother.

Although my talent is average, I'm still a decent level 3 professional player. It's not shameful for me to be your older brother!

Zhao Rui, too lazy to care about the kid's childish mentality, followed him into the school.

Seven or eight minutes later, he stepped into a bustling classroom that resembled a vegetable market.

Class 3, Martial Arts, Lincheng No.1 Middle School!

"Sect Leader Zhao, how did the martial arts competition go yesterday?"

As soon as Zhao Rui entered the classroom through the back door, a tall, strong boy sitting in the last row raised his voice and asked him a question.

"Still the same, no chance!"

Zhao Rui smiled, tossed his backpack, and it landed precisely on the storage shelf at the back of the classroom. His throwing skills were quite proficient.

"You have no chance? Damn, the college entrance exam is too tough these days. I heard that someone has mastered the Dragon Subduing Palm technique, which had been out of practice for decades. This person is definitely a top prospect for Tsinghua or Peking University!"

The burly boy's name is Yang Fan, a rather uncommon surname. He practices the Iron Shirt martial art and sits next to Zhao Rui.

He's also his best buddy!
"Keep a calm mind!"

Zhao Rui smiled, sat down, and took out his history book.

Martial arts students also need to study academic subjects, and these subjects make up a significant portion of their curriculum. In addition to the basic subjects, academic subjects also include traditional Chinese culture, mental health education, and political and moral education.

The imperial court also provides comprehensive training for professional martial artists from a young age, because no one in power wants an unstable internal environment.

"Xiaoxue, I'll treat you to a meal after I pass Level 3!"

Yang Fan chatted with Zhao Rui for a bit, then saw a female classmate from the front row enter the classroom. He reached out and tugged at her braid, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.

"You're the one who needs to go! Get out of the way!"

The girl called Xiaoxue glared at him, then reached out and slashed down with her palm, gracefully knocking Yang Fan's hand away. She then turned her head away, too lazy to pay him any attention.

(End of this chapter)