I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 93 - 60: Happy to Help, Just Let Me Be a Permanent Sparring Partner

Chapter 93: Chapter 60: Happy to Help, Just Let Me Be a Permanent Sparring Partner

Zhao Rui was clearly stunned to hear Luo Min’s voice. He truly hadn’t expected her to step forward.

"Alright, then. Come on up!"

Wang Zhanshan had a faint impression of this exceptionally beautiful and talented girl.

On the freshman Martial Arts Team, she and Miao Miaomiao were known as the twin beauties of their class, drawing a great deal of attention from the male students.

Upon hearing this, Luo Min moved with light, graceful steps. When she reached the edge of the ring, she tapped her foot lightly on the ground. Her body soared into the air like a swan gliding over snow, and she landed elegantly in the center of the platform.

"You’re so cool, Minmin!"

"Go, Minmin!"

A few cheers instantly erupted from below the stage. They were all from her close friends.

Their clear, pleasant voices sounded especially sharp in the spacious Martial Arts Arena.

On the platform, Zhao Rui watched her with a smile, giving a slight nod as a greeting.

Luo Min returned a faint smile, her posture perfectly straight, poised like a lotus bud just beginning to peek out from a pond.

"Senior, please guide me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her palms began to fly up and down. Her nimble, slender fingers weaved and circled between them, resembling a series of blossoming flowers.

One couldn’t help but want to gaze upon their dazzling beauty.

The flowers were beautiful, but they had thorns. With a graceful sway, Luo Min had already thrust a palm at Zhao Rui.

’Hundred Flowers Palm. Copy?’

’Copy!’

Zhao Rui’s eyes narrowed. Without wasting any words, he announced loudly, "Alright then! I’ll be happy to give you a few *pointers*!"

With that, he curled his fingers as if pinching a flower. His body swayed like a willow branch, and with a swift step, he flicked his fingers out to meet Luo Min’s attack.

Luo Min hesitated for a split second, never imagining that Zhao Rui would actually counter with a Finger Technique.

In an instant, their bodies crossed paths. They each spun around and unleashed several more techniques. For a moment, the spectators’ vision blurred, and they couldn’t tell whose hands held flowers and whose did not.

It was as if Luo Min’s flowers were being forcefully plucked by Zhao Rui the moment they bloomed, shattering the artistic mood of her technique.

The dazzling splendor of the flowers seemed to dim and fade under Zhao Rui’s Finger Technique.

Greatly alarmed, Luo Min hastily changed her technique. Plum blossoms, orchids, chrysanthemums, and lotuses bloomed one after another in her movements. Her figure became ethereal, making it seem for a moment as if the onlookers were standing in a vast, blooming garden.

"Break! Break! Break!"

Zhao Rui’s voice boomed like thunder. The core of his Finger Technique remained unchanged as every move targeted the seemingly tough, yet truly fragile, stems beneath the flower blossoms.

Before one of Luo Min’s flowers could bloom, another had already fallen. She couldn’t bring even half of her full skill to bear.

The floral essence of her technique was completely lost.

She hastily used her Lightweight Skill to put some distance between them, then switched from palms to fists, assuming a defensive stance.

This was a short-range fist style known as Dangling Ring Fist, particularly effective for female martial artists in close-quarters defense.

Zhao Rui saw her retreat but didn’t give chase. His stance abruptly shifted to that of the Mixed Element Palm, giving the impression that he was holding her off, yet eager for another exchange.

"What Martial Arts were you just using?"

Luo Min asked with a frown.

"Flower-Picking Finger!"

Zhao Rui enunciated each word clearly, his voice drifting into Luo Min’s ears.

Luo Min’s bright eyes flew wide open. "Are you doing that on purpose?" she demanded, fuming.

"It’s the only Finger Technique I know!"

Zhao Rui replied nonchalantly. ’You use Hundred Flowers Palm, and I use Flower-Picking Finger. Isn’t that a perfect match!’

Flushed with shame and anger, Luo Min instantly darted forward, unleashing a downward strike followed by a double hammer blow, aimed straight at the vital points on Zhao Rui’s chest and abdomen.

Zhao Rui stepped back and countered with a palm strike. His Primordial Palm Force erupted as he met her fists head-on.

The two were locked in combat once more.

For a moment, fists and palms clashed, releasing thuds of colliding Inner Strength that made their sleeves flap and rustle violently.

"A single point parts the way of stone, a life that will never see a flower’s bloom!"

Luo Min let out a sharp cry. Her movements became nimble, like a fluttering butterfly, and she began to weave and dart around Zhao Rui, her figure a blur.

Zhao Rui held his ground, employing the Prajna Palm’s principle of ’neither empty nor not-empty.’ He infused his body with Inner Strength and opened all five senses, capturing her every movement in his mind’s eye with perfect clarity.

"That’s the Butterfly Shadow Body Technique! This girl is no simple matter!"

A third-year female student in the audience frowned slightly and spoke to Ye Jingqiu beside her.

"I thought that one ’cat’ was already impressive, but I didn’t expect this girl to be just as formidable. Why are all the freshmen such prodigies?"

"Yes. She is indeed remarkable,"

Ye Jingqiu replied, her pretty face as cold as ever, but her eyes, fixed on the stage, gradually grew serious.

Just then, the elusive figure of Luo Min on the stage suddenly shot a palm out from an impossible angle, aimed directly at Zhao Rui’s blind spot.

"Zhao Rui, watch out!"

The sophomores in the crowd cried out in alarm.

’That palm strike is so devious. Zhao Rui probably won’t be able to block it.’

’That kind of Palm Technique... can anyone even defend against it?’

Just as this thought crossed everyone’s mind, Zhao Rui moved.

He executed the Celestial Spirit Step, his fingers forming a Sword Point. His arm whipped out like a light willow branch, and the Sword Point trembled.

In a flash, it multiplied into countless illusory Sword Points, all aimed menacingly at Luo Min’s fair, jade-like palm.

"Mere parlor tricks, and you dare show them off before an expert? Watch my Great... uh! Taiyi Splitting Light Sword!"

Zhao Rui used his fingers as a sword, the Sword Qi splitting into a thousand rays, designed specifically to pierce all illusions. Surrounded by sword-shadows, what was there to fear from a fluttering butterfly?

Their hands, one a palm and one a Sword Point, met. They exchanged more than a dozen blows in an instant. Then, in the next moment, both of them faltered, stumbling out from their respective blurs of butterfly and sword shadows.

Luo Min was now utterly horrified. She had never imagined that Zhao Rui’s Martial Arts were so varied, nor that he could execute every single one with such effortless mastery.

Any trace of her initial condescension had long since vanished.

As for the audience, whether they were freshmen or official team members, their expressions had all turned solemn. The initial mood of watching a spectacle was completely gone.

The fight between them was simply too brilliant, far exceeding anyone’s expectations. It was on a completely different level from his earlier match against Ge Wenlei.