I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 119 - 72: Profound Yin Sword Pointing (2)

His heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he abruptly shifted his Inner Strength. A burst of Cold and Mysterious Qi instantly erupted from his palm.

Zhao Rui felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his palm, followed by a wave of Cold and Mysterious Qi invading his body through it.

’What sinister Inner Strength!’

Zhao Rui’s brow furrowed. He immediately endured the piercing, icy pain and guided this Cold and Mysterious Qi into his Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.

Using the few acupoints he had already opened in his lung meridian, he established a cycle of True Qi flowing between inside and out, expelling the Cold and Mysterious Qi from his body.

’If you’re going to play dirty, then don’t blame me for doing the same.’

Zhao Rui’s eyes suddenly widened, and a surging wave of True Qi billowed out from him. This True Qi was formless and intangible, yet it carried a bewitching quality that could disorient the mind.

In an instant, it caused the Inner Strength inside Cai Zhengyang’s body to boil.

He hurriedly forced his Inner Strength to calm the turmoil in his meridians. But in doing so, his sudden burst of cold Inner Strength was instantly cut off from its source.

It was directly forced back by Zhao Rui’s surging Palm Force.

In that instant, it felt as if his entire body had been struck by lightning. His mind buzzed, and it was as if thousands of whispers were murmuring in his ears.

’This feeling!’

Cai Zhengyang’s pupils shrank. The bizarre Secret Technique his opponent had just used on him reminded him of facing Miao Miaomiao.

He quickly bit the tip of his tongue to steel his nerves, preparing to pull back and retreat.

But unexpectedly, before he could even steady himself, Zhao Rui had already slapped a palm against his chest.

His body took the blow and was sent flying backward, slamming into a thick tree trunk behind him with a THUD before falling to the ground.

After a long moment, he clutched his chest and slowly climbed to his feet. But now, the look he gave Zhao Rui was clearly filled with terror.

His Profound Yin Sword Pointing was actually useless against Zhao Rui!

This was the mysterious ultimate technique he was so proud of! With these Martial Arts, he wouldn’t even fear a Level 9 Powerhouse.

But now, he had been defeated by a mere Seventh Level Martial Artist.

In an instant, his pride was torn to shreds.

"You..."

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart, pushed off with his feet, and formed a sword with his fingers. Just as he was about to use his Xuanyin Finger Technique, his Inner Strength suddenly surged, and that strange turmoil once again stirred in his Dantian.

It caused his Profound Yin Finger Power to dissipate completely before it could even gather at his fingertips.

He hurriedly changed his Finger Technique, but each time, an invisible aura caused his Inner Strength to become turbulent, preventing him from condensing his True Qi.

He quickly circulated his Inner Strength throughout his body, constantly on guard for the appearance of this aura.

But by doing so, he could no longer smoothly execute the Profound Yin Sword Pointing.

"Still want to try?"

Zhao Rui stood tall, perched gracefully on a branch, looking down on the wary Cai Zhengyang.

"You..."

"You what? Should I say you’re a good-for-nothing too?"

Zhao Rui said coldly.

Beads of sweat formed on Cai Zhengyang’s forehead. His mind flashed with images: his forbearance in middle and high school, his low-key life in college.

His inner unyielding spirit, and the exhilarating life he led after gaining power.

’No, I can’t lose all of this!’

"Brother... Brother Rui!"

"I still have to represent the Martial Arts Team in the competition..."

"Is that so?"

The moment he finished speaking, Zhao Rui flew down and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks on him.

Seeing this, Cai Zhengyang actually just covered his head, curled up into a ball like an ordinary person, and let Zhao Rui vent his anger.

"Brother Rui, Brother Rui, I’m begging you! Hit me if you want, just hit me! I was wrong! I’ll apologize to our senior tomorrow."

"Brother Rui, I’ll do anything you ask, I just can’t fail. I’m begging you, Brother Rui!"

Cai Zhengyang begged hysterically.

After a while, he felt the fists hitting his body disappear. Only then did he open his eyes and look around.

In the quiet woods, aside from the rustling cold wind, there was no sign of Zhao Rui.

He scrambled to his feet and ran out of the woods, not daring to linger for a moment.

Only after he left the pitch-black woods and reached a campus path lit by flickering streetlights did Cai Zhengyang finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He then carefully checked his body. Fortunately, there were no internal injuries, just some superficial wounds.

They weren’t visible at all from the outside.

He immediately let out another sigh of relief.

He couldn’t afford to be defeated. This good life of his had only just begun.

His gaze gradually turned cold and sinister, and then a friendly, timid expression slowly appeared on his face.

"I’m not getting barbecue today. You guys go on back!"

A moment later, he took out his phone and called his two lackeys, telling them not to wait for him for dinner.

’Dinner? He was in no mood to eat right now.’

...

「A night of torment.」

The next day, Cai Zhengyang walked into the Martial Arts Team hall with an uneasy expression. He scanned the room but didn’t see any sign of Zhao Rui.

Moreover, the freshmen were still as cautious around him as they had been the day before.

Cai Zhengyang’s cheek twitched. He felt their caution was dripping with irony.

’Are they also waiting for me to fall from grace so they can humiliate me?’

"Get out of my way!"

Cai Zhengyang kicked away the underling who had been following him last night and then strode into the meditation Quiet Chamber.

With a heart full of anxiety, Cai Zhengyang waited until after three in the afternoon before he finally saw the late-arriving Zhao Rui.

However, he didn’t dare go over and greet him. He was afraid Zhao Rui would flip out on the spot, showing no respect for either him or Wang Zhanshan.

Just as he was feeling anxious, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Rui walking straight toward him out of the corner of his eye, and his heart immediately tightened.

"Your competition is soon. I’ll be your sparring partner."

Zhao Rui said to Cai Zhengyang, his tone indifferent.

"Who do you think you are? Our Brother Yang needs you as a sparring partner?"

An underling sitting not far from Cai Zhengyang stood up in displeasure, seeing how casually Zhao Rui spoke.

He yelled at Zhao Rui.

"Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are!"

As the underling was sneering at Zhao Rui with his nose in the air, a sudden, painful knock hit him on the head.

He immediately clutched his head and dodged away.

When he came to his senses, he was stunned to discover that the one who had just hit him was actually his newly-acknowledged boss, Brother Yang.

Then, to his utter astonishment, Brother Yang politely went up onto the sparring ring with Zhao Rui.

"Let’s keep it light, let’s keep it light!"

Cai Zhengyang was extremely humble, with none of his former arrogance visible.

The two of them didn’t even bother with pleasantries and instantly clashed.

Cai Zhengyang’s fingers flew up and down, occasionally unleashing sharp blasts of Sword-Pointing Gang Qi.

Zhao Rui, on the other hand, used his footwork to dodge, looking somewhat pathetic.

They fought like this for over half an hour.

After they got off the ring, Cai Zhengyang lowered his head slightly, leaned close to Zhao Rui, and whispered, "Brother Rui, I put on a good show, right?"

"We’ll continue this afternoon!"

"Yes, sir! I’m available anytime. Just give the order, Brother Rui. As long as you don’t expose me, it’s fine."

Looking at this completely different Cai Zhengyang before him, Zhao Rui couldn’t be bothered to play along with the charade.

He said directly, "I have no interest in that. Just don’t bother me."

After speaking, he strode out of the Martial Arts Arena.

Originally, Zhao Rui had planned to teach Cai Zhengyang a lesson and then drag him to Li Xinran to apologize in person.

But after their fight last night, Zhao Rui had discovered just how powerful Cai Zhengyang’s Martial Arts were.

This immediately gave him the idea to copy it.

If he had these Martial Arts, he could execute the Taiyi Splitting Light Sword Technique from a distance.

The mere thought was exciting.

He had also figured out that with this Cai Zhengyang, you could beat him and curse him, but you could not let him lose a fight in front of everyone.

Because this was something he had fought so hard to win.

He needed that respect and fear.

Since that was the case, Zhao Rui couldn’t be bothered to offend Wang Zhanshan over him.

So he went along with it and ordered him to practice with him, seeking to learn the Profound Yin Sword Pointing, which could injure people from a distance, as quickly as possible.

With Cai Zhengyang’s full cooperation, Zhao Rui successfully finished copying the Profound Yin Sword Pointing cultivation technique in just two days.

This couldn’t help but make Zhao Rui think, ’If all Martial Artists were this obedient, wouldn’t copying their Martial Arts be so much easier?’

As soon as this thought arose, waves began to stir in Zhao Rui’s mind.

Regarding the matter with Li Xinran, only the involved parties and Zhao Rui’s group knew about it on the entire Martial Arts Team.

Neither side wanted the rumor to spread and reach Wang Zhanshan.

After Cai Zhengyang personally went to the hospital to find Li Xinran and offered a sincere apology, the matter was tacitly swept under the rug by both sides.

Soon, the Dongqi Province University Student Martial Dao League finally began.