Chapter 49: True Martial Arts

Lu Yuan's luck today was not good.

He was arranged to go on stage in the last of the ten matches, and waited for almost an hour.

Fortunately, the waiting time allowed him to recover a lot of his mental strength, and his whole state was close to the peak.

Walking into the competition venue, a huge goat head statue was hanging quietly.

The four large screens were playing the replay of the previous round of competition.

Lu Yuan saw Lin Zhiqin sitting in the middle of the audience seats on the south side, looking at him.

Lu Yuan walked up the stairs step by step to the ring, and the large screens on all sides had gone quiet.

His opponent today was a tall man wearing a civet mask.

He had a well-proportioned body and strong and powerful legs. He should be a player who mainly practiced leg techniques........

Lu Yuan played two games before and after, but he had watched and heard Lin Zhiqin comment on no less than twenty games.

In these games, there were those who he thought were good, and he would privately pull them into the consciousness space to practice.

If actual combat experience also has levels.

Then this may be the fastest level increase for Lu Yuan in this period of time.

He has learned to judge the opponent's boxing style, strength, and skills by observing the opponent's appearance and physical signs.

It's like quickly browsing the entire test paper before taking an exam, which can roughly determine the difficulty level of the test paper.

When starting a game, observe the character and equipment chosen by the opponent to determine the opponent's thinking and fighting style.

The principles of many things in this world are actually the same.

"... The game begins."

With the referee's order, the man with a raccoon mask standing opposite Lu Yuan immediately rushed forward and kicked Lu Yuan with a side kick.

This man is not weak, and his thick thighs passed through the air.

It was like a long and thick wooden stake sweeping towards Lu Yuan quickly.

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed, and his right foot kicked out.

The level 3 advanced leg technique made him far surpass the opponent in the leg technique he learned from Yuxiang Middle-aged.

He even privately named it "Tomahawk Style", because when the whip kick swept across, it was like holding a tomahawk and slashing wildly.

"Bang!"

Lu Yuan kicked the raccoon man's thigh.

Although he kicked backward, with 12 points of strength and 11 points of agility, he kicked faster and hit the opponent first.

"Hmph!"

The raccoon man groaned and moved his body slightly to the side.

But at this time, Lu Yuan's next heavy kick came again.

The kick was fast and fierce with the force of the back kick, and the kick was more than 250 kilograms. The moment he kicked was like a cannonball.

"Bang!"

The kick landed firmly on the raccoon man's stomach.

The raccoon man didn't react at all, and his whole body bent like a shrimp, and then flew backwards with a "bang".

But his physique was not weak. After taking Lu Yuan's heavy kick, he flew backwards six or seven meters, and he could even stand up staggeringly while holding his stomach.

Under the mask, Lu Yuan's expression did not fluctuate. He rushed forward with a quick step, and was about to kick the raccoon man in the chest.

And just when he was about to raise his foot to exert force,

Somehow, countless images suddenly burst out in his mind, and an inexplicable impulse of inspiration made him stop the kick.

He turned his hand into a fist and punched the raccoon man who was about to stand up in front of him.

"Cry——"

In a trance, Lu Yuan seemed to hear a sharp sound like a bird's cry.

Lin Zhiqin's cold eyes and the movements of the crane-shaped pile flashed back and forth in front of him.

When Lu Yuan came back to his senses.

He suddenly found that-

A tall young man with blond hair knelt in front of him with a pale face, and tremblingly said in a trembling tone: "I admit defeat... I admit defeat!"

His fist was hovering two inches from the tip of the blond young man's nose.

The raccoon mask on the young man's face had long disappeared.

It was broken everywhere....

Lu Yuan raised his fist in a daze and looked at it, and subconsciously turned to look at the audience.

He saw that Lin Zhiqin had stood up at some point and was looking at him with a strange look on his face.

.........

"Who taught you that punch?"

"I don't know, and I don't know how I did it at that time...

I suddenly remembered the movements in the crane-shaped pile, and then I suddenly hit it on a whim."

In front of the sink, Lu Yuan rubbed his hands, which had just been taken out of the faucet, over his head, and his hair was wet.

He shook his head, his face full of confusion and a bitter smile.

Lin Zhiqin stared at Lu Yuan's eyes for several seconds.

But he couldn't see any clues from Lu Yuan's clear and honest eyes.

After a long time.

He slowly said: "Okay."

He took out an envelope from his pocket and pushed it in front of Lu Yuan along the sink.

"This is today's bonus. You may have to go home by yourself tonight. I have something to do later and can't take you."

"Yeah."

Lu Yuan picked up the envelope and nodded.

He wiped his face randomly and took two steps towards the bathroom door.

Suddenly he turned around and hesitated: "Coach..."

"Anything else?"

Lu Yuan shook his head in frustration.

"Nothing."

He walked out of the bathroom quickly.

When the footsteps outside the bathroom faded away, Lin Zhiqin's originally calm face suddenly became trembling, and the shock, horror, and disbelief hidden in his heart suddenly emerged.

"Does this kind of martial arts genius really exist in the world?"

"Just by using the pile method, we can deduce the true martial arts of our Crane School..."

"No, this news must be let the teacher know!"

Lin Zhiqin didn't know whether he was excited or excited, he took out his mobile phone and swiped it quickly on the screen.

But when he found the number of the contact, the emotions that gushed out of his body were restrained little by little.

Lin Zhiqin stared at the mobile phone screen with his eyes flashing.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and put the phone away again.

"Forget it."

Lin Zhiqin's eyes returned to calm again.

"Wait a little longer.

Wait a little longer..."

........

The moment Lu Yuan closed the bathroom door with his backhand, the confusion and bewilderment on his face immediately disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a strong sense of confidence and surprise.

"A flash of inspiration!

I definitely triggered the passive power of a flash of inspiration just now!"

"I was beaten to death so many times by Lin Zhiqin in the consciousness space, and I imitated it for so long in reality.

With the blessing of a flash of inspiration, I didn't expect to successfully reproduce some of the power of that punch......."

"So it's related to the action of the crane-shaped pile?"

"At least it proves that the direction of my efforts is correct. This idea and this way are feasible!"

Lu Yuan walked through the lobby on the second floor as usual, took the elevator, reached the first floor and walked out of the door of the Mosa Club.

His face was calm, but his heart was filled with joy and happiness.

After the punch on the ring tonight, he activated [Imaginary Enemy] countless times in the consciousness space to "enter and exit in seconds", and died over and over again.

With only a little impression before "death", he imitated like fishing for the moon in the water.

All the sweat and efforts paid were not in vain.

This was his little "cleverness".

However, it was with this little "cleverness" that he unexpectedly tasted the "sweetness", and the psychological sense of accomplishment he gained in the process was enough to make him excited for a long time.

"See if there are any changes on the career panel?"

Lu Yuan walked to the side of the road under the light of the street lamp, and while waiting for a taxi, he adjusted his career panel in front of him.