Zhao Rui’s incoming palm strike instantly changed its trajectory. In a flash, he had already landed a firm slap on her butt.
SMACK!
Luo Min’s body went rigid as if she’d been struck by lightning.
Her almond-shaped eyes flew wide open. The stunned look on her pretty face turned to embarrassnt, then morphed into pure rage.
"Zhao Rui..."
Luo Min’s palms flew, and she lunged at Zhao Rui in a frenzy, as if she’d just stepped in dog crap.
Zhao Rui retreated, his figure blurring as he dodged her techniques.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Luo Min’s body froze. Then, she turned, leaped off the ring, and stalked out without a single word.
"Luo Min! What’s wrong?"
Han Xingyi hurried after her, a look of astonishnt on her face.
Everyone in the Martial Arts Hall stood dumbfounded, staring at the scene like wooden chickens.
"Well, ti to go. Got to work and earn money tomorrow! Sigh!"
Zhao Rui lightly tapped his foot, and his body shot forward like a rock sparrow soaring into the clouds. With a WHOOSH, he dashed from the ring straight toward the entrance.
In an instant, he vanished from everyone’s view.
"Wh-..."
After a brief silence, the entire Martial Arts Dojo erupted into a clamorous uproar.
"That was so cool!"
"I can’t believe Zhao Rui is that strong!"
"His Body Technique is so fast!"
"How did I never notice how handso he is before?!"
"I know, right..."
Amid the buzz of conversation, Wang Han’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He had never imagined Zhao Rui could be so powerful.
So powerful that he couldn’t even withstand a single technique!
Even Luo Min, who was qualified for the Martial Dao tournant, was no match for him.
His heart instantly felt as if it had been plunged into an icy abyss.
"Everyone, break it up! It’s over!"
Wang Han waved his hand listlessly. He was in no mood to run so stupid ring competition.
Hearing this, the crowd didn’t stick around. With amused, drama-loving smirks on their faces, they left the Martial Arts Hall in groups.
On the street.
Yang Fan and his two friends caught up with their classmate, Zhao Rui, who was waiting by the side of the road.
"You’re one hell of a show-off!"
Seeing Zhao Rui, Yang Fan gave him a playful punch on the shoulder, his eyes shining with envy.
"Yang Fan, you’re so gross! Zhao Rui isn’t like that at all."
Sun Tiantian shoved Yang Fan aside and, with a WHOOSH, threw herself into Zhao Rui’s arms.
Startled, Zhao Rui hastily sidestepped, dodging Sun Tiantian’s surprise attack.
’That move was more unexpected than a technique from a Level 9 Powerhouse,’ he thought.
Seeing her plot foiled, Sun Tiantian pouted and whined, "What’s wrong with a little hug? You’re so an!"
Speechless, Zhao Rui reached out and ruffled her glossy black hair. "You make taking advantage of soone sound so innocent," he chuckled.
Sun Tiantian’s pretty eyes twinkled as she tried to suppress a flirtatious smile.
"It’s still early. Co on, let’s go get so skewers and sing karaoke!"
Zhao Rui looked at the three of them and grinned. "I just made ten thousand. Tonight, it’s on Young Master Zhao."
"Zhao Rui, you definitely did that on purpose..."
"How did you get so strong all of a sudden?"
"What was up with Luo Min? I saw she was blushing."
"You didn’t take advantage of her, did you?"
"Don’t be ridiculous. Brother Rui isn’t that kind of person."
"’Brother Rui,’ so cringey."
"I want abalone and lobster..."
The cool night air couldn’t dampen their youthful fire, nor could the quiet street stifle their joyous laughter.
Life is a song, so why not enjoy the journey?
「In the days that followed.」
After the party, Zhao Rui’s life returned to normal, with one exception: he was now getting a lot more ssages from his female classmates.
It was back to training and teaching.
To Zhao Rui’s surprise, however, Han Xingyi had sent him a text ssage before she left.
The ssage was simple. She just said that Lin City was a lot of fun and invited Zhao Rui to visit her city if he ever got the chance.
Though he couldn’t quite figure out her intention, it was a polite gesture. Zhao Rui returned the courtesy with a simple reply: "Have a safe trip!"
Winter break might sound long, but it isn’t really. With the New Year holiday in the middle, the ti flew by.
In the blink of an eye, it was the tenth day of the first lunar month. After so many days of "copying," Zhao Rui had successfully accumulated seven Advancent Points.
Four of them ca from the Celestial Pride Martial Arts Hall, and three from the Huasheng Club.
He had also gotten two from his cousin earlier, so all in all, he had saved up nine points this winter break.
Adding the one spare Advancent Point he’d been saving...
Zhao Rui now had a total of 10 disposable Advancent Points.
If he added all 10 points to his Power, he would instantly possess a formidable 34 years’ worth of it.
Forget Level 8; he could break through directly to Level 9.
But Zhao Rui didn’t do it. For now, it wasn’t necessary.
’There was still so ti before school started. I’ll wait until I’ve finished copying all the little ones’ Martial Arts,’ he decided.
"The root is in the feet, it’s generated through the legs, controlled by the waist, and expressed through the palms. From foot to leg to waist, it must be one fluid, unbroken motion. Only then can your qi flow through your arm and be released from your palm..."
Zhao Rui said seriously, tapping a few of the young students with a plastic rod.
This Seven-Star Linked Palm was a Martial Arts technique he had already successfully copied, so when he taught the children, his instruction was naturally insightful and got straight to the heart of the matter.
These particular students were all learning this technique, and after just two days of Zhao Rui’s guidance, they had clearly made significant progress.
Once they found the right thod, their motivation to learn soared.
Many of the parents watching from the sidelines didn’t know Martial Arts, but they could still see the change in their children’s Essence, Qi, and Spirit with a single glance.
As a result, many parents went to the owner to tell him how well this coach taught, and that they wanted him to continue teaching their children.
When he heard this, Boss Song’s scalp tingled, and he scratched his head in distress.
’But Zhao Rui is just a temp for the holidays.’
’After the break, he has to go back to the provincial capital for college.’
’When a coach is bad, I worry. When a coach is good, I also worry. This is just ridiculous,’ Boss Song thought.
Boss Song sighed, pacing back and forth outside the Martial Arts Arena, waiting for Zhao Rui’s class to end.
"Teacher Xiao Zhao, uh, are your studies very demanding?"
Zhao Rui paused, thought for a mont, and said, "They’re manageable. What’s up, Brother Song?"
"Well, you see, all the parents think you’re a great teacher and want their kids to keep training with you..."
Hearing this, Zhao Rui imdiately smiled and shook his head in refusal. "I can’t promise that. I have to go back to school for my classes. I’m sorry."
"Sigh, I knew that would be the answer. Alright then. I’ll find soone else. But if you’re free during the sumr break, please co back!"
Boss Song shook his head and walked back to his office, looking a little dejected.
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