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

Chapter 47 This grudge will be remembered.
"Haha, Lao Wang, it's been so long! I've missed you so much!"

Captain Gu, whose face was noticeably older than his actual age, walked forward with a hearty laugh and gave Teacher Wang a big hug.

"You lost the game, yet you're still so happy?"

Teacher Wang narrowed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, his eyes wide with astonishment. "You've broken through?"

Captain Gu smiled and nodded slightly.

"You little rascal, haha!"

Teacher Wang was overjoyed and punched Captain Gu in the body, and the two of them burst into laughter.

"I knew it. With your skills, how could you possibly not even make it to the top 16?"

Where is Old Ge?

Teacher Wang glanced at the line and asked a question.

"Old Ge had something to attend to and stayed in Shangdu."

"Oh, let's talk about it inside the hall!"

After saying that, Captain Gu led a group of key players into the main hall in a grand procession.

Once those people left, the other team members who remained behind breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it's not all bad news.

Inside the side hall, He Zhiyan stepped back, called all the sparring partners back, and said, "Everyone, be prepared, don't go looking for trouble."

After saying that, he walked out of the side hall with a furrowed brow.

Zhao Rui turned to look at the other team members, even Zhang Kui had a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong, Brother Zhang?"

He hurried over to Zhang Kui and asked.

Zhang Kui shushed, then took out his phone and typed a string of text in the WeChat chat box.

"This happy event is only for Captain Gu. Others may not be so happy."

After finishing writing, Zhang Kui continued, "Don't criticize at this time. There's a pervert who's eavesdropping. Someone got into trouble last time and has already been kicked out of the martial arts team."

After showing the content to Zhao Rui, Zhang Kui quickly deleted it completely.

"Fuck!"

Zhao Rui was genuinely shocked this time. Such a bizarre move? Isn't this insane?

Although martial artists have greatly improved eyesight and hearing compared to ordinary people due to their martial arts training, the improvement is not too outrageous.

However, once a martial artist gathers their internal energy and concentrates it in the meridians or acupoints of their eyes or ears, their abilities will be dramatically enhanced.

Not to mention that walls have ears, those with profound inner strength can detect even the slightest movement a kilometer away.

Judging from Zhang Kui's words, it was clearly an implication that there was a shameless official team member with a twisted mentality who would prick up his ears and eavesdrop on other people's conversations if he was reprimanded later.

Then they retaliate!

Moreover, it is estimated that it had already begun when he entered the main hall.

That's absolutely infuriating!
Zhao Rui gave Zhang Kui an awkward smile, then found a quiet corner and began meditating without saying a word.

No wonder it's called Cicada Temple, not Zen Temple!
Less than an hour later, He Zhiyan returned and said to everyone with a blank expression, "Let's go to the martial arts hall. Teacher Wang wants to analyze the competition."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

Zhao Rui glanced at the crowd and followed without saying a word.

A few minutes later, the group arrived at an outdoor building that resembled a sports field.

This building occupies a huge area, surrounded by high stands, and inside is a massive martial arts training ground.

It contains a variety of weapons and protective gear.

At this moment, a group of people were standing in the middle of the field, lined up in several rows.

When Zhao Rui and his group arrived, other teams also came along. The crowd gradually gathered in the center of the field and lined up according to their respective groups.

Zhao Rui stood on the sparring partner side, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the dozen or so official team members standing in front.

They didn't look too good.

Come to think of it, the eldest brother couldn't participate in the competition because of his breakthrough, so the rest of you were eliminated in the second round.

What does this mean? Doesn't it mean that without Captain Gu, the Dongqi Martial Arts Team is actually useless?

No wonder Teacher Wang was angry.

The martial arts team has a head coach, Mr. Ge, whom Teacher Wang mentioned before. He basically doesn't get involved in anything.

Teacher Wang handles all the daily training and mundane affairs.

Teacher Wang's real name is Wang Zhanshan, and his strength is unknown, but it is at least above the Grandmaster level.

His face was grim, and his gaze swept across the faces of the key players in the front row.

"Jong-hyun, Ye Jingqiu, you two tell me what happened."

The boy named Jonghyun glanced at the girl next to him, nodded slightly, and said, "Teacher, I know I was wrong. I underestimated my opponent!"

"Underestimating your opponent? How did you get your leg injured? You show no remorse, you're arrogant and conceited..."

"Ye Jingqiu, where are you?"

"Teacher Wang, I have nothing to say, I admit defeat!"

The senior student who was speaking was wearing a sheer knitted top over a black sports vest, with the neckline open at an angle, revealing her fair and flawless shoulders and slender bra straps.

She wore wide-leg pants, the waistline cinched to create a beautiful curve, which, under the flared hem of the thin knitted top, outlined an alluring silhouette.

The senior sister tilted her fair neck slightly to the side, her eyes revealing a proud disdain for explanation.

"Nonsense! From now on, practice your basic skills every day!"

After naming the two most important members, Wang Zhanshan did not let the others off the hook. Everyone who returned, including Captain Gu, was reprimanded for poor organization.

The thirty-odd people in the training ground were all silent and dared not utter a word of rebuttal, listening obediently to Wang Zhanshan's reprimand.

At this moment, he was completely different from his usual carefree self; his eyes even revealed a ruthless glint.

After scolding them for most of the day, Wang Zhanshan finally had two team members bring over the projector so they could watch the live recording of the match directly in the rest area of ​​the training ground.

This competition is a provincial friendly match in the North China Plain. Although it is not a formal competition, it does not involve the ranking of each province in the national league.

However, it was still a large-scale regional competition involving nearly a hundred universities.

Zhao Rui watched very carefully.

This was a level of competition he had never experienced before.

"Look, this is what you call solid basic skills. If you've mastered this step, from Qian to Xun to Zhen, how could you possibly fail to break his palm technique?"

"And this, what is this? Dog poop?"

Hearing Wang Zhanshan's foul language, Zhao Rui's face twitched involuntarily. You really can't judge a book by its cover. When he's not doing anything, this guy is just like a slovenly hoodlum.

Once they get serious, they can be as volatile as a wildfire or a raging storm!

Seemingly feeling that the analysis wasn't enough, Wang Zhanshan directly asked a member of the sparring team and a player in the competition to recreate the scene.

Then, they analyzed each of the opponent's moves on the spot.

Although he has a bad temper, his understanding of martial arts is absolutely top-notch, and he has a sharp eye. He can almost spot the flaws in a fight with just one glance.

The explanation lasted for the entire afternoon, until sunset, when Wang Zhanshan reluctantly let everyone leave.

Perhaps because Zhao Rui's level was too low, or perhaps because they were afraid he wouldn't be able to cooperate, he wasn't included in this sparring session.

Even so, Zhao Rui still felt that he had gained a lot that afternoon, not only in terms of understanding the competition but also in terms of analyzing martial arts.

Even their horizons have broadened considerably; that's why they say the platform is so important! After the event, Zhao Rui and Zhang Kui walked together towards the exit of the martial arts arena when suddenly a voice called out to them.

Hey, you two up ahead!

Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Kui's face stiffened, and he stopped in his tracks with an extremely unpleasant expression. He even gave Zhao Rui a wink.

Then, with a slightly fawning smile on her face, she turned around.

"Senior Brother Gongye, is there something you need from us?"

"You're Zhang Kui, right? You're getting more and more useless, only making it to the sparring group. I think you'll be eliminated in a couple of days."

The man who spoke was quite handsome and tall, with the appearance of a refined and elegant gentleman.

However, he speaks extremely harshly.

"Senior brother is right!"

Zhang Kui gave an awkward laugh.

After finishing his sentence, Senior Brother Gongye ignored Zhang Kui and looked at Zhao Rui, asking curiously, "I've never seen you before? How did you get in here?"

"Senior, I'm a freshman."

Zhao Rui replied politely, and seeing Zhang Kui's appearance, he knew that this senior brother was probably not easy to get along with.

"Hey, so you got in through connections? Let me test your skills. Since when does the martial arts team start using back channels?"

After Senior Brother Gongye finished speaking, before Zhao Rui could react, his figure had already floated over. With a casual flick of his right palm, it quickly covered Zhao Rui's entire body as if growing stronger in the wind.

Zhao Rui was shocked and quickly dodged the attack, but the palm strike was like a leech, still relentlessly pursuing him.

"Great Demon-Subduing Palm, copy now!"

"Damn it, copy!"

Looking at the palm technique that seemed to blot out the sky and was everywhere, Zhao Rui decisively chose to copy it.

Since I can't dodge it with my light-footed skills, I won't dodge it.

Zhao Rui concentrated all his internal energy into the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, channeling it into the Zhongfu acupoint, bringing the gentle power of Cloud Hands Plucking Stars to its fullest potential.

Just like when dealing with Company Commander Hao, he continuously used his internal energy to wear down the opponent's palm strike.

"Interesting, but not enough!"

Senior Brother Gongye sneered, suddenly retracted his palm, and struck out again in an instant. This time, his palm technique became unpredictable.

Zhao Rui barely managed to withstand two moves before being struck on the shoulder by his opponent and sent flying several feet away.

"With this level of skill, you think you can get in through connections?"

After saying this, Senior Brother Gongye chuckled, not even glancing at Zhao Rui and his companion, and strode away with them.

The team members who hadn't gone far nearby all looked away upon seeing this, as if they hadn't seen anything at all.

Zhao Rui sat up, clutching his shoulder. He was about to ask Zhang Kui who this person was when Zhang Kui waved his hand and helped him up without a word, saying, "Let's go! Training is over!"

After saying that, he stopped talking.

Zhao Rui instantly realized that this seemingly handsome and refined senior brother Gongye was the legendary petty and eavesdropping fellow.

What a waste of such a good-looking face.

Fortunately, this senior brother Gongye knew his limits and only struck him once with a palm, without using much internal force. His shoulder was slightly red and swollen, but it was fine the next day.

After the two had been out of Mingchan Courtyard for a while, Zhang Kui looked around and said, "Gongye Lingchen is one of the four top experts in our martial arts team. In the future, we should avoid him when we see him."

Zhao Rui nodded upon hearing this and did not ask any further questions. This place was still within the Martial Arts Academy's jurisdiction, and who knew if Gongye Lingchen might be wandering around nearby.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I'm leaving!"

"Let's go!"

Zhang Kui had been visibly listless lately. He waved his hand listlessly and walked toward his residence.

Like Zhao Rui, he also rented a house off-campus, but the locations were in different directions.

Although the martial arts academy has excellent accommodations, the martial arts team members basically do not live there.

The outside world is far more exciting than the campus.

After parting ways with Zhang Kui, Zhao Rui went straight to a nearby traditional Chinese medicine shop and bought some ointment for treating sprains and bruises.

That worthless bastard.

I'll remember this grudge!

Zhao Rui opened the system panel in his mind and found that the progress of the Great Demon-Subduing Palm was only 0.1%.

To fully replicate the entire process, such brief exchanges alone cannot replicate much.

It seems I need to find a way to get him to practice more with me.

Zhao Rui frowned, deep in thought.

The autumn night is slightly cool, and the stars hang in the night sky, accompanied by the moonlight, creating a serene atmosphere.

……

The following day, all the official team members returned.

The entire martial arts team resumed its previous training schedule.

The morning consists of basic skills practice, and the afternoon is for practical exercises.

The basic skills include honing internal strength and practicing moves. However, practicing moves is not as simple as just copying martial arts moves and performing a few sets of punches.

The purpose of martial arts techniques, besides defeating enemies, is also to condense internal energy and unblock meridians.

Some of these postures are slightly different from the usual fighting postures. These postures, combined with mental techniques, are actually for stretching the meridians and gathering and guiding energy.

This allows the body to adapt to the move to its fullest extent and generate its power.

In the morning, Zhao Rui continued to practice the Prajna Palm Technique with Wang Zhe's team.

Wang Zhe naturally noticed the injury on his shoulder. Many team members had witnessed Gongye Lingchen "bullying" the newcomer yesterday, and he was certainly aware of it as well.

However, he simply shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Around 2 PM, the practical training session officially began.

The exercise mainly included analysis of martial arts combat, combat drills for team members, and specialized training for specific members.

Zhao Rui and his sparring team's main task was to cooperate with the coach and assist the players in their practical training. This also included simulated drills against specific opponents.

For example, a special training plan can be developed for a particular competitor, with sparring partners acting as the opponent and demonstrating their skills.

This targeted approach makes training more effective and naturally yields excellent results.

However, the difficulty of this special training lies in simulating the opponent's martial arts skills; if it is merely a superficial resemblance, then it is certainly meaningless.

Ideally, it should be both physically and spiritually accurate, even simulating the circulation of internal energy, in order to achieve the best effect.

Perhaps because Zhao Rui was new to the area, he and Zhang Kui were assigned to the second-year students.

Their main task is to help them improve their practical application of martial arts.

Ultimately, the second-year students have only been in the martial arts team for about half a year, and they may not have even learned the basic martial arts techniques of the team.

According to Wang Zhe's introduction, the martial arts team has four compulsory martial arts skills, one of which is the Tranquility Technique mentioned earlier, which is an auxiliary skill.

Another skill is the Prajna Palm, which Zhao Rui is currently practicing.

As for the other two subjects, students will only be eligible to study them after passing two elimination rounds during their sophomore year.

At this time, these second-year students were actually learning the same Prajna Palm technique as Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui was overjoyed to see the coach make such a distribution.

Here comes the master-level Prajna Palm!
(End of this chapter)