The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

The sparring sessions, held two to three times a week, were always fierce battles—though everyone held back to avoid fatal injuries, injuries were commonplace.

Dong Yangping suffered three broken left arms, five broken ribs, and two internal bleeding episodes.

Shen Er wasn't much better off; he had a dislocated right shoulder, a fractured left wrist, and a slight lumbar spine misalignment.

But after each injury, the recovery speed is faster, and the body becomes stronger.

Moreover, both of them are evolving through constant battles.

Shen Er was getting used to the feeling of fighting again—it had been a long time since he had fought with such full force after leaving the Zen family and marrying Hui Hui. His muscle memory was returning, his fighting instincts were being awakened, and those killing skills that were once ingrained in his bones were slowly returning.

Dongyang Ping is learning and absorbing.

He was like a sponge, frantically absorbing Shen Er's twenty years of combat experience.

How to determine the enemy's intentions, how to predict attack trajectories, how to find a way to survive in dire straits, and how to inflict maximum damage with minimal cost...

These are things you can't learn from books.

Only in the face of life and death can one truly understand.

"Continue?" Dongyang Ping asked.

"continue."

This time, Dongyang Ping made the first move.

He didn't use the kind of explosive burst of speed that Shen Er used, but instead strode forward with steady steps, each step firmly planted on the ground.

But it's not slow at all.

He covered the 20-meter distance in five steps.

Every step is a build-up of momentum, every step is an adjustment of the center of gravity, and when the fifth step is taken, the whole person has transformed into a drawn sword.

He threw out his right fist.

There was no sonic boom, no blast wave; it was just an ordinary punch.

But Shen'er's expression changed.

Because he felt that this punch had locked down all his space to dodge.

No matter which direction he tries to dodge, the fists will follow him relentlessly.

This is the suppression of "momentum".

What Dongyangping has been working on for over a decade is not just technique, but also the "artistic conception" of combat.

He did not dodge.

He chose to take the hit head-on.

With arms crossed in front of his chest, his muscles were taut to their limit, and the blood vessels under his skin were clearly visible.

"Thump!!!"

A fist slammed into his arm.

The sound was dull, like a heavy hammer striking a cowhide drum.

He slid backward for ten meters, his feet carving two half-meter-deep furrows in the ground.

His arm was trembling, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of his skin—blood spots formed by ruptured capillaries under the impact.

"How many tons did that punch weigh..." Shen Er swung his arm.

"I haven't measured it." Dong Yangping withdrew his fist. "Probably fifteen to twenty tons."

Twenty tons.

Moreover, it was a casual strike without any preparation.

"A monster," Shen Er commented.

"Likewise," Dong Yangping smiled.

The battle continues.

This time, both of them were serious.

Shen Er no longer held back, unleashing his fighting skills to the fullest.

That was not just a simple fighting technique, but a killing art that combined assassination techniques, battlefield combat techniques, and the essence of the Zen family's thousand-year-old physical skills.

Every attack was aimed at vital points—eyes, throat, temples, chest, groin.

Every movement is deceptive—feints, afterimages, and diversions.

He was like a venomous snake, lurking in the darkness, searching for an opportunity to strike and kill.

Dong Yangping's choice shocked Shen Er.

He didn't use technique against technique, nor did he try to decipher every move Shen made.

Instead, he chose the most rudimentary method—overpowering skill with brute force.

No matter the angle of attack or how exquisite the move, Dong Yangping would always throw a punch.

Simple, direct, and brutal.

But it works.

Because the power of that punch exceeded the range that technique could handle.

It's like smashing ants with a sledgehammer; you don't need to aim, you just need to smash it.

"Bang!"

Shen Er delivered a low sweeping kick to Dong Yangping's shin, while simultaneously reaching for his heart with his left hand in a claw-like motion.

Dong Yangping neither dodged nor avoided, but raised his right leg and then stomped down heavily.

"boom!"

The ground exploded.

Centered on his foot, the cement ground within a five-meter radius shattered, sending debris flying everywhere.

The shockwave forced Shen Er backward, causing his attack to miss.

"What kind of move is that?" Shen Er asked, unable to help but regain his footing.

"It doesn't have a name," Dong Yangping said. "It's just stomping my feet."

"..."

He remained silent, but his gaze became even more earnest.

He realized that Dong Yangping was walking a completely different path from him.

Shen Er's path is the art of killing—using the least amount of force to attack the most vulnerable point and achieve the greatest effect.

Dongyangping's path is one of ultimate power—no matter how skilled you are, I will break through with sheer force.

"Again!"

They then launched another attack.

This time, he did not attack, but instead wandered around Dongyangping.

The speed increased, and the afterimages became more and more numerous.

Three, five, eight...

Finally, twelve afterimages of Shen Er appeared around Dong Yangping, each lifelike and moving.

This is a combination of visual deception and high-speed movement, one of Shen's most secret techniques.

Twelve afterimages attacked simultaneously.

They attacked Dong Yangping's twelve vital points from twelve different angles.

Theoretically, there is no solution to this move.

Because no matter which spot you defend, the other eleven points of attack will hit.

But Dong Yangping did something that Shen Er never expected.

He closed his eyes.

I'm not watching anymore.

Since the eyes can be deceived, then we should not use the eyes.

Use your senses.

Use your skin to sense airflow, your ears to detect sound, and your fighting instincts to sense killing intent.

At the moment the attack was about to strike, Dongyang moved.

It's not defense, it's attack.

He chose one of the twelve targets—not the afterimage, but the real body.

He threw out his right fist.

Simple and straightforward.

"Bang!"

He was even sent flying backwards, crashing into a wall twenty meters away.

The wall was sunken, and cracks spread like a spider web.

The twelve afterimages disappeared simultaneously.

"How...did you find it?" Shen Er slid down the wall, coughing up blood, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"When you attack, there will be a barely perceptible pause." Dong Yangping opened his eyes. "Although it's very short, it's enough to make a judgment."

"..."

Shen Er smiled wryly, "You can even catch such details? Just how fast is your reaction time?"

"I haven't tested it," Dong Yangping said, "but it should be a little faster than yours."

a little.

Even so, I know that this "little bit" might be an insurmountable barrier.

After two months of sparring, he became increasingly aware of how terrifying Dong Yangping was.

It's not just about being strong, fast, and quick-reacting.

What's even more terrifying is that Dong Yangping's body seems to have no limits.

Every injury makes you stronger after recovery.

Every practice session showed improvement.

Like a piece of raw jade, it gradually reveals its amazing brilliance through constant polishing.

"That's enough for today." Dong Yangping walked to the sidelines, picked up a towel and wiped his sweat. "If you keep playing like this, you'll end up in the hospital."

Shen Er looked at his injuries—his left arm was dislocated, at least three ribs were broken, and his internal organs had suffered varying degrees of shock.

We really can't fight anymore.

"Your progress is astounding." Shen Er took the medical kit that Dong Yangping threw to him and began to treat his wounds. "Two months ago, you could only rely on brute force to tough it out. Now, you can use brute force to break through my killing moves."

"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching," Dong Yangping said sincerely.

Without Shen'er as his "sparring partner," his physical progress wouldn't have been so rapid.

"It's not that I'm a good teacher, it's that you learn quickly." Shen Er stabilized his left arm and leaned against the wall. "Besides, you haven't even used your full strength, have you?"

Dong Yangping paused for a moment, waiting for Shen Er to continue.

Shen Er said seriously, "Use your true strength. If you continue like this, it will be difficult to improve."

"My gut feeling tells me you have something truly valuable that you're not using!"

Dong Yangping suddenly laughed out loud: "As expected of Superman's five senses, I still can't hide anything from you."

Shen Er couldn't hide her curiosity: "Because there's no sense of crisis in your eyes. Even in a life-or-death situation, I could sense that you were holding back. What exactly do you have? What abilities are you not using?"

Dongyang Ping nodded, then shook his head: "If I use it, you will die! 100% die."

Shen Er's pupils contracted, then he revealed an excited smile.

He didn't think Dong Yangping was lying. On the contrary, he believed he knew Dong Yangping very well over the past two months, and had even investigated him thoroughly.

Shen Er seemed to understand something and said thoughtfully, "The 'hidden trump card' you're talking about isn't the 'monkey's' skill, is it?"

Dong Yangping paused for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Monkey? You could say that. But it's a little different from what you use."