Chapter 149: True Combat Techniques (Please Vote for Me)
Zhao Tianxing let out a bitter smirk at the words, silently cursing inwardly: Qian Zi, you really didn’t need to say that last part. Now I’m the one who looks like a fool.
Lan Ling’s gaze turned icy as he stared at Qian Shen, the audacious student daring to challenge a senior. His voice remained calm, yet laced with authority. “Zhou Ke, you’ll give guidance to this junior as well.”
Just as Zhou Ke took a step forward, a flash of lightning split the air.
In stunned silence, Bai Zhenzhen materialized before Zhou Ke in a sudden gust of wind.
Zhao Tianxing panicked. “I told them not to come! Why did they show up again?”
He couldn’t help but recall the scene months ago—Bai Zhenzhen being flung across the training ground by Lan Ling’s force. Though she had advanced dramatically in strength over the past few months, so too had the second-years, steadily progressing in their cultivation. To Zhao Tianxing, that one-year gap in cultivation time still felt insurmountable.
“Want to fight, huh?” Bai Zhenzhen sneered coldly, locking eyes with Zhou Ke. “Then I’ll take you on.”
But Lan Ling interjected calmly, “Zhou Ke, take a break. Recover your energy.”
He wasn’t merely being courteous. Having observed Bai Zhenzhen’s performance in the Physical Fitness Competition, he sensed Zhou Ke wouldn’t stand a chance against her. Allowing a first-year to publicly humiliate a second-year senior would reflect poorly on the school’s image. So, with a convenient excuse, he dismissed Zhou Ke and stepped forward himself to face Bai Zhenzhen.
Lan Ling smiled faintly. “Little sister, it’s been a while. Let me give you some guidance…”
Boom!
Before he could finish, Bai Zhenzhen’s right leg vanished into thin air—then erupted into a shockwave against Lan Ling’s abdomen.
Just like their previous clash months ago, she had struck him with a single kick—but the outcome was now utterly different.
Lan Ling’s expression flickered. His once-steady stance wavered as he staggered back two steps.
“You’re underestimating me,” Bai Zhenzhen said, already gone—vanished from sight.
Lei Jun’s eyes sparkled with interest. Finally, I get to see Bai Zhenzhen unleash her full power. She’s gotten stronger than I imagined.
“Brilliant ambush,” Lei Jun praised genuinely. “Remember this—stealth attacks are an art in real combat. They’re the ultimate tactic for the weak to defeat the strong.”
Suddenly, lightning crackled through the air.
Bai Zhenzhen’s blurred form darted across the field like a phantom, weaving through the space with ghostlike speed. In the wide-eyed awe of the first- and second-year students, she became a storm—unrelenting, merciless—swallowing Lan Ling whole.
Electric arcs detonated across Lan Ling’s body with each impact, like artillery fire pummeling him. He was forced backward, step by step, overwhelmed by the relentless barrage.
Lan Ling raised his arms to shield his vital points, stunned. This Bai Zhenzhen… has reached this level?
In just months… she’s already on par with me?
A surge of envy surged through him. How many years of sacrifice? How much money, effort, and blood had he poured into reaching this point? And yet this girl—this poor, unremarkable outsider—had achieved nearly the same in far less time and with far fewer resources?
Boom!
Lan Ling’s entire body erupted with a sudden surge of blood and energy. His right palm swelled violently, pulsing with power, expanding to twice its original size—burning red with raw force.
Expert-Level Cultivation Technique: Xinyuan Great Handprint – Level 5 Activated.
Muscle expanded. Blood surged. Power converged into a single strike, gathering every ounce of his martial energy.
The moment Lan Ling pushed forward, Bai Zhenzhen felt the air press down like a wall—crushing, suffocating.
Can’t meet his strength head-on, she thought, instantly retreating.
Now, the two faced off across the field—no direct clash, no exchange of blows. Lan Ling couldn’t catch her. She wouldn’t engage him in a test of strength.
Then Lan Ling let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Little sister, you’re afraid to even take one of my blows?”
Classic psychological trigger, Lei Jun noted. You remember this—provoking your opponent, disrupting their focus, forcing them to abandon their advantage and fight on your terms. This is a core principle in combat theory—worth full marks on the exam.
The first-years nodded eagerly.
Lan Ling narrowed his eyes, glancing sharply at Lei Jun.
But then, Bai Zhenzhen’s voice cut through the air, cold and sharp.
“Lan Ling. With your level of skill, you can’t even beat a first-year. I’d say half your foot’s already in the junior college. All those years of study—wasted.”
Lan Ling clenched his jaw, his blood boiling.
“Brutal insult,” Lei Jun remarked. “She didn’t just attack his strength—she tailored it to his pride. Instantly threw him off balance. See? That’s how you break a man’s spirit.”
“Ambush, provocation, insult—these are the fundamentals of real combat. Core topics in the theory exam. Watch closely. Memorize it.”
Lan Ling seethed. She’s implying I’ll end up in junior college? That’s not just an insult—it’s a disgrace.
He’d studied his entire life. No one had ever dared to speak of him that way.
Roar!
With a furious bellow, Lan Ling charged forward, unleashing a torrent of martial energy mixed with raw air pressure from his mouth. Visible shockwaves rippled outward in concentric waves.
Expert-Level Cultivation Technique: Lion Roar Skill – Level 5 Activated.
The sonic waves swept across the entire space, bombarding every direction.
Just as Lan Ling believed he had him—Bai Zhenzhen had already anticipated it. With a flicker of lightning dancing across her body, she shifted direction instantly, vanishing before the roar even reached its peak.
In her eyes, Lan Ling’s furious expression—eyes wide, face twisted in anticipation of a finishing move—was utterly predictable.
And the Lion Roar’s power weakened drastically over distance. Bai Zhenzhen absorbed the impact easily and immediately turned the tide, closing in again.
Now, Lan Ling was exhausted—his Xinyuan Great Handprint drained, his Lion Roar spent. His stamina and martial energy were both depleted. Every movement now carried flaws.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two clashed fiercely—palms clashing, fingers tearing through air, each strike echoing like thunder.
Then, with a sudden retreat, Bai Zhenzhen pulled back, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “Still want to fight?”
Lan Ling snarled, forcing the Lion Roar back down his throat. “You’re scared now, aren’t you?”
At that moment, Lei Jun clapped once. “Perfect!”
“That’s the kind of insult that lands—face-to-face, soul-shattering. Remember this.”
Lan Ling frowned, then glanced down at his chest—his shirt torn open, revealing a shallow wound, faintly bleeding.
The cut wasn’t deep. But carved into the flesh—just below the collarbone—were the words:
Diploma Student
Fury exploded within him.
Lei Jun continued, “See? The effect? Perfect. I told you—during the College Entrance Exam, you’re fighting Huangjin Warriors. So go all out. No need to hold back. But in real combat? It’s different.”
“You can’t just think about how to injure or kill your opponent. If you do, you’ll end up paying damages. The more you win, the more you lose.”
“True combat masters don’t break bones—they break minds. They destroy spirits, not bodies.”
“Take insults. You think they’re useless in exams? In real fights, they’re weapons. The best ones don’t harm a single hair—but leave their enemy shattered, broken, even dying of despair.”
Lan Ling glared at Lei Jun, enraged. “Teacher! Are you saying too much?”
Lei Jun chuckled. “It’s rare to see a second-year guide a first-year. I can’t miss this chance to analyze it for everyone.”
Lan Ling took several deep breaths, glaring at Bai Zhenzhen. “Trivial tricks. Let’s continue.”
“Still want to fight?” Bai Zhenzhen said coolly. “Fine. But I don’t want to carve anything else on you.”
Lan Ling’s face flushed with rage. “Bai Zhenzhen! You barely scratched me while I wasn’t looking. How could you possibly be my equal in real strength?”
“He’s panicking,” Zhao Tianxing muttered from below, shaking his head. “When you’re losing, you must stay calm. If you panic, you’re already a fool—even if you haven’t lost yet.”
“Good. Now the spotlight’s on Lan Ling. My little moment of embarrassment is forgotten.”
Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen shook her head. “Give up, senior. You’re already broken.”
Just then, the training hall’s door creaked open.
Zhou Chichen leaned against the wall, sighing with mock regret. “Ah… look at you. Always so impatient.”
He turned to Zhang Yu with a faint smile. “Junior, your gaze… it unsettles me.”
Bai Zhenzhen stepped out beside Zhang Yu, eyes fixed on Zhou Chichen. “Senior… you wish to teach me?”
Zhou Chichen advanced slowly, a chilling aura spreading around him. He loomed over Zhang Yu, voice like ice.
“Compared to you, I’m far more interested in your master—Zhang Pianpian.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Junior, don’t overestimate yourself.”
“If I do anything… it’ll be like kicking a barking dog—just enough to shut it up. Then I’ll see… is it a stray, or a loyal house pet?”
(End of Chapter)
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