I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 78 - 53: Dongqi Arts and Sports Arrives as Promised

Chapter 78: Chapter 53: Dongqi Arts and Sports Arrives as Promised

Ye Jingqiu stood tall and straight, as proud as a plum blossom. Her jade-like skin, fairer than snow, seemed to glow under the night’s lights.

Her name suited her—she was truly beautiful.

She was widely acknowledged as the number one beauty of the entire Dongqi University Martial Arts Team.

Of course, this was all said in private. Anyone who dared comment on her looks to her face would first have to consider how sharp Senior Sister Jingqiu’s Treasure Sword was.

"I’ll use the Prajna Palm. You use the Five Ancestors Fist!"

Ye Jingqiu said coolly.

"Yes, Senior Sister."

Zhao Rui was a little disappointed. ’She’s only using the Prajna Palm? This sparring session is kind of a bust, then.’

Seeing Zhao Rui agree and take a Five Ancestors Fist stance, Ye Jingqiu wasted no time. She attacked with a Compassion and Universal Salvation.

Zhao Rui, unafraid, decisively stepped forward to meet her attack.

Ye Jingqiu was naturally gifted and one of the four great masters on the Martial Arts Team. Her attacks were sharp and swift. She executed the Prajna Palm not with the mercy of the Buddhist Family, but with the deadliness of a Swordsman aiming for a one-hit kill.

Every one of her Techniques radiated a sharp edge.

’Hm, it’s not just her Techniques that are like a sword; her fair arms are too,’ he thought. ’They’re not only smooth and straight, but also perfectly toned, and even her skin is cool to the touch.’

It was a similar feeling to Bai Xuening, Zhao Rui couldn’t help but think. ’It’s been a while since I’ve heard from Xuening. I wonder what she’s been so busy with.’

"How dare you get distracted while sparring with me?"

Ye Jingqiu’s pretty face turned cold, her expression filled with displeasure. Spotting an opening in Zhao Rui’s form, she struck toward his Tan Zhong Acupoint.

Against any other Martial Arts, Zhao Rui would have definitely been hit. But he was far too familiar with the Prajna Palm.

He knew its patterns and Techniques like the back of his hand. Since neither of them was using Inner Strength, their movements weren’t particularly fast. With a casual block, Zhao Rui deflected her Killing Move.

Ye Jingqiu’s expression froze. She never imagined he would react so quickly.

Since her attack had failed, she gave up on her momentary impulse to teach him a lesson and resumed sparring with him.

They fought for another thirty rounds, just enough to complete two full sets of combinations. Then, Ye Jingqiu pushed back Zhao Rui’s Palm Blade and disengaged.

"Your Five Ancestors Fist is quite fluid, and you’re good at adapting... but you’re not him, after all."

Ye Jingqiu shook her head, turned, and leaped off the platform, walking away without stopping.

"Jingqiu!"

Gongye Lingchen hurriedly called out from behind her.

"You can have him. I don’t need him."

As she spoke, Ye Jingqiu’s figure was already drifting away. Her swaying skirt fluttered in the autumn wind, leaving behind a fleeting white afterimage.

"Fuck!"

Slightly annoyed, Gongye Lingchen spat on the ground. Then he looked at Zhao Rui and scowled. "Get lost!"

A muscle in Zhao Rui’s cheek twitched.

’This son of a bitch is a real piece of work. He’s trying to woo a girl, she ignores him, and now he’s taking it out on me?’

Zhao Rui couldn’t be bothered to get angry with him. His current strength was lacking, so he couldn’t win a fight anyway. Getting angry would be pointless and would just delay his Cultivation.

"Then this Junior Brother will take his leave."

With that, he turned his head, jumped off the platform, and used his Lightweight Skill to head out of the arena. His speed didn’t seem fast, but in the blink of an eye, he had vanished from Gongye Lingchen’s sight.

"ARGH...!"

After Zhao Rui was gone, Gongye Lingchen let out an enraged shout into the empty Martial Arts Arena, venting his frustration.

Meanwhile, Zhao Rui, still smarting from the insult, walked a little faster. In just a few minutes, he caught up to Ye Jingqiu, who was crouching by the roadside in her flowing dress, gently sniffing a wildflower.

At that moment, his Senior Sister had none of her usual frosty demeanor. Instead, she had the innocent and endearing air of a little girl.

However, Zhao Rui didn’t stare. He took one glance and prepared to walk past her.

Unexpectedly, Ye Jingqiu heard his footsteps and the sound of his movement through the air. She glanced back, and upon seeing it was Zhao Rui, she asked in surprise, "You guys aren’t practicing anymore?"

"Hello, Senior Sister. I guess Senior Brother Gongye doesn’t need me as a sparring partner anymore."

Zhao Rui stopped, smiled at Ye Jingqiu, and then continued straight on his way.

Ye Jingqiu thought for a moment and understood what had likely happened. She couldn’t help but feel both embarrassed and annoyed.

She was about to say something, but she saw that Zhao Rui had already vanished.

...

For the next few days, the entire Martial Arts Team was immersed in intense and hectic special training.

In Wang Zhanshan’s words, although they were being rushed into it unprepared, last-minute cramming was still better than suffering a total defeat.

The Dongqi University Martial Arts Team had ended up in its current situation because of the former leadership’s problematic guidelines, which made him, the second head coach, lose face.

He’d even felt like quitting.

Fortunately, in the first half of the year, a new, more pragmatic leader who prioritized Martial Dao results had taken over, and the situation had begun to change.

Even so, because of this matter, Wang Zhanshan had still gone to the principal’s office to vent his complaints to the new principal. He even suggested that the first-year freshmen be allowed to join the team early.

The principal was aware of the situation. He offered a few words of comfort and said he would consider the matter carefully and put it on the agenda as soon as possible.

Zhao Rui was quite surprised to hear this news. Although he wasn’t the direct cause, by a strange twist of fate, this year’s first-year Martial Arts Students might actually get to join the Martial Arts Team for training in their first semester.

’Looks like I’ll be meeting my "classmates" soon,’ he thought.

Time flew by, and soon it was late October. The "long-awaited" exchange finally arrived.

Zhao Rui and the other Martial Arts Team members were waiting early inside Mingcan Temple.

The Mingcan Temple was now sparkling clean, with bright windows and not a speck of dust in sight. The "broken" old desk and reclining chair that used to be crammed in the corner were long gone.