I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 107 - 66: Infinitely Grateful

’What incredible Martial Arts!’

Zhao Rui’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help but say to Miao Miaomiao,

"Hey, classmate, I think you should turn off your Charm Skill. That way, we can spar purely with techniques, and you can practice defending against people who aren’t afraid of your Martial Arts."

Hearing his words, Miao Miaomiao sneered and said, "If you can fight, we’ll continue. If you can’t, then stop your whining!"

"Erk!"

’Forget it. Let’s just fight!’

’The progress bar is only at ten percent.’

Zhao Rui moved his feet slowly, gradually approaching the trigger range of her Charm Skill. He stared intently at her figure, like a cheetah searching for an opportunity to strike.

Seeing his cautious expression, Miao Miaomiao was amused. She took a casual step forward as if strolling through a garden.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Zhao Rui leapt back a large step.

’Such sharp senses.’

Miao Miaomiao took a step to the left, and Zhao Rui took a step to the left. Miao Miaomiao took a step to the right, and he took a step to the right.

"Are you two dancing?!"

Someone in the audience jeered.

But the moment the words left his mouth, he drew a cold glare from Miao Miaomiao.

He was so frightened he shrank back and shut his mouth.

’A perfect chance!’

A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Rui’s eyes. He instantly accelerated, switching from Prajna Palm to Great Strength Vajra Leg, and aimed a powerful, heavy roundhouse kick at the girl’s small frame.

Without even turning her head, Miao Miaomiao moved like a phantom, suddenly bending backward at the waist to precisely dodge his heavy blow.

Then, planting her hands on the ground, she swung her legs into the air, twisting her body into a spinning kick aimed at Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui struck out repeatedly with his palms, each blow landing on her fair calves, using the force to bounce several steps away.

Before he could steady himself, Miao Miaomiao spun around, stamped her feet on the ground, and charged at him again.

Zhao Rui had no choice but to grit his teeth and meet her head-on.

In this exchange, the two fought for a full fifty to sixty moves. Zhao Rui was hit by at least three palms and four kicks.

Fortunately, he dodged in time and wasn’t seriously injured.

But his martial arts uniform was clearly torn in places, making him look quite disheveled.

"Sparring with you is pretty fun. Hurry up and get to Level 8!!"

At this point, Miao Miaomiao knew Zhao Rui had reached his limit. If they continued, he would probably be entranced by her Charm Skill, so she took the opportunity to stop.

She gracefully leaped off the arena platform.

’Level 8, sure, but what’s the rush?’

Zhao Rui helplessly rubbed his sore arms and jumped down as well.

"Brother Rui, you’re awesome! Besides Brother Long, you’re the first one to fight her without making a fool of yourself."

Two freshmen boys came over, giving Zhao Rui a thumbs-up as they praised him.

"You call this not being disheveled?"

Zhao Rui said self-deprecatingly. He didn’t have a suitable Heart Method to resist Miao Miaomiao’s Charm Skill, and his Power was a bit lacking.

’I’m really no match for her.’

"It was still really impressive, okay?"

The other boy said, "Plenty of Level 8 upperclassmen have fought her, and every single one of them was humiliated beyond belief!"

"Yeah!"

Zhao Rui gave a noncommittal smile, walked over to the rest area, and grabbed a Nutrient Liquid from the beverage section, chugging it down. GULP, GULP.

The two boys didn’t leave, staying by his side as if they were deliberately trying to befriend him.

Zhao Rui gave them a few casual replies.

After this match, Miao Miaomiao’s aversion to Zhao Rui had clearly lessened.

The next day, when Zhao Rui approached her again, Miao Miaomiao only furrowed her delicate brows but didn’t say anything to drive him away.

She let Zhao Rui "cultivate" using her Charm Skill!

After a while, she would occasionally say a few words to him from a distance, asking if his Inner Strength had improved.

Zhao Rui didn’t talk much either. The two of them, quiet as could be, each went about their own business.

And so, two people "sunning themselves" appeared in the northwest corner of the Martial Arts Arena.

Each sat cross-legged, one reading a book and the other meditating, looking exceptionally leisurely.

When the team members saw this, they couldn’t help but click their tongues in amazement, their estimation of Zhao Rui’s "charm" decisively rising a few notches.

In the following days, the two sparred a few more times on the platform. Although Zhao Rui lost every time, Miao Miaomiao began to feel a bit of pressure from his techniques.

After leaving the platform, she would even discuss a thing or two with Zhao Rui.

Though they didn’t talk much, they could now be considered acquaintances.

Just like that, time flew by, and on the fifth day, Zhao Rui, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was incredibly sharp, as if a razor’s edge was hidden within.

A keen light glinted as he blinked!

Miao Miaomiao sensed something and couldn’t help but turn her head to look.

She saw the boy next to her suddenly become exceptionally free and unrestrained, his entire being seemingly wrapped in an indescribable aura of carefree detachment.

It caused a palpitation to suddenly sprout from the depths of her heart. This indescribable feeling made her Inner Strength stir restlessly for an instant.

’This feeling!’

Miao Miaomiao was greatly alarmed.

Fortunately, she had practiced her Charm Skill for a long time. After a few moments of breathing, she resisted the impulse, and her Inner Strength began circulating smoothly again, returning to normal.

’Was it Zhao Rui?’

Miao Miaomiao shot to her feet and looked at Zhao Rui, who was still sitting cross-legged beside her.

But she saw Zhao Rui look over with an innocent expression, asking curiously, "What’s wrong? Is something the matter?"

Miao Miaomiao’s lovely brows knitted slightly as she shook her head. ’It can’t be him. If it were, how could he have lost to me on the platform?’

’Besides, I’ve studied these Martial Arts for so many years and have only scratched the surface. I can’t even control it freely.’

’Could it be?’

’A backlash from my Charm Skill? Is my Cultivation method wrong, preventing me from mastering it, and that’s why I felt that just now?’

"It’s nothing. Something came up, I have to go."

With something on her mind, Miao Miaomiao quickened her pace and soon disappeared from the Martial Arts Arena.

Seeing her leave, Zhao Rui let out a breath of foul air.

’After so many days of being shameless and thick-skinned, I finally succeeded in copying this ultimate skill.’

’Moreover, I discovered something: Miao Miaomiao hasn’t mastered it at all.’

’The complete version of these Martial Arts allows one to wield the Charm Technique at will. There’s no such thing as the Divine Skill automatically protecting the body.’

’That’s purely a result of not mastering it, causing the Divine Skill’s power to leak out.’

’The so-called Charm Skill must naturally be traceless, blending into the world, for the Charm Technique to be truly accomplished.’

Zhao Rui stood up and gave a lazy stretch.

’I finally learned it.’

’This is the most meaningful copy I’ve made so far, and it’s also the most profound Martial Arts I now possess.’

’The greatest advantage of this Divine Skill isn’t the Charm Technique that harms people invisibly, but the fact that it uses Innate True Qi.’

’This is the same wisp of external True Qi that I felt after I opened up my body’s acupoints.’

’This has allowed me, out of thin air, to grasp a small Magic Technique for using Innate True Qi.’

’Although this True Qi is scattered on the surface of my body and is still driven by Inner Strength...’

’...getting a foot in the door is the first step to entering the hall.’

Zhao Rui was very satisfied.

His gratitude toward Miao Miaomiao was now like the waters of the Yellow River, flowing endlessly and unstoppably.

Meanwhile, after leaving the Martial Arts Arena, Miao Miaomiao hurried to the Meditation Chamber next to it. After choosing a Quiet Chamber, she set a security password and immediately sat down cross-legged.

She began to inspect the condition of her body.

Her Inner Breath circulated through her meridians, and her Innate True Qi surged several times, but she felt nothing different from usual.

’Could it have been a hallucination?’

Miao Miaomiao recalled the feeling from before. It did seem somewhat unreal, as if it had appeared and disappeared in a flash.

’Could it be because I’ve been spending time with Zhao Rui these past few days?’

Miao Miaomiao couldn’t help but start guessing wildly.

But the more she guessed, the more clearly Zhao Rui’s image appeared in her mind.

’I can’t pay him any more attention! Give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile! Hmph!’

Miao Miaomiao accused Zhao Rui of the crime of "taking a mile after being given an inch" and decided that starting tomorrow, she wouldn’t let him get close to her.

...lest he ruin her "Dao Heart."

...

The bitter cold and frozen earth described the weather of the northern winter.

A biting north wind howled past. The land was covered in a thick layer of frost, and as far as the eye could see, it seemed to be draped in a robe of pure white gauze.

In a two-story villa in Jeju City.

Zhao Jinguo crossed his legs, a relaxed expression on his face, and said to his wife, "Our girl is bringing her boyfriend home tomorrow. Should we eat at home or go out?"

"Let’s eat at home. What the nanny and I make won’t be any worse than a restaurant, and it’s more comfortable here."

Zhao Jinguo’s wife said.

"Alright then. Ruirui’s been at university for over three months now. Let’s have him come too. The more, the merrier."

Zhao Jinguo hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Of course, he should come. Your nephew is a top student at Dongqi University, after all. We can’t neglect him. Otherwise, he’ll go home and say he was in Jeju for half a year and his uncle never even treated him to a single meal."

"I’m busy. I don’t have the time to think about these things. You make the call in a bit."

Zhao Jinguo waved his hand dismissively, picked up a cigar from the table, fiddled with it for a moment, and started smoking.

"Fine, I’ll call. You’re the big, busy man."

Zhao Jinguo’s wife smiled, turned and went into the bedroom, picked up her phone, and dialed Zhao Rui’s number.