Zhan Zhouzhou confidently asked Li Zheng to check if her heart was on the right side, would he dare?
They didn’t go all out in the PK just now, otherwise the result would have been uncertain.
Touching her again might cost him half his life.
Forget it, as a man, he should let her have this one.
"Let’s not bother with verification." Li Zheng wiped his nose, afraid of a nosebleed making a fool of himself, "Let’s say you won this ti. I hope next ti we PK, you don’t say your heart’s on the left side."
"What do you an ’let’s say I won’?" Zhan Zhouzhou’s eyes widened, "If you don’t believe it, let’s fight again. This ti I’ll be serious and use twenty percent of my strength against you!"
Li Zheng: "..."
What to say?
Although he realized Zhan Zhouzhou wasn’t using her full strength, holding back this much was too insulting.
But letting him fight again was out of the question, he just caught her off guard, risking "crippling" himself to ensure the dagger hit her.
If they did it again, now that she was prepared, this move would no longer work.
"No more fighting, I concede. We only have two hours total in the training room, let’s not waste ti." Li Zheng diverted the topic towards the main issue.
After a fight, Zhan Zhouzhou seed to be in a much better mood and didn’t hold on to the issue any longer.
"Two hours, can’t train squat!" she looked at the four robots, slightly disappointed.
Spending a lot to get a spot, but the improvent here was limited for her.
But for players like Li Zheng and Lu Li, who didn’t have specialization, the training room was quite effective.
Whether it’s the gravity room or the four specialized robots on the ring, they were excellent training devices.
The only downside was the short ti, no matter how effective, it was limited.
Zhan Zhouzhou was uninterested in other training projects, sat aside, and said, "Don’t blindly train. I just watched you, seems like aside from Passing Swift, you don’t have many sword techniques.
Let’s do this, I won’t ask for a ticket refund, as long as you cover all my als for a month, I’ll be your teacher."
They say the way to a person’s heart is through their stomach, right?
For a chance at good food, Zhan Zhouzhou dared to teach the essence of her family’s swordsmanship personally.
The sword manual Li Zheng traded for earlier was at best a "textbook," without a good teacher’s guidance, the difficulty of self-study was imaginable.
Now, just covering als for a month to get a specialized teacher, Li Zheng couldn’t be happier.
Zhan Zhouzhou’s teaching level could be seen as that of a senior professor at a top university, even casual guidance was imnsely beneficial.
"Deal!" Li Zheng agreed without a second thought.
Lu Li also jumped onto the ring, shalessly saying: "And too, I want to learn as well!"
During Li Zheng and Zhan Zhouzhou’s short PK, Lu Li, the only onsite audience, could barely see their moves before it ended.
But he fully witnessed the charm of martial arts and was filled with longing for it.
Li Zheng looked at him oddly: "I always wanted to ask, why, as a good sniper, are you playing lee?"
Zhan Zhouzhou didn’t speak; she had the sa doubts.
Lu Li had managed to survive in the Matrix with just a sniper rifle, showing his talent in firearms, no need to switch to lee halfway.
Lu Li paused for a while and said, "I just want to understand my brother’s thoughts."
As if recalling his brother, he sighed and shared the past of the first Sanda King, Lu Manjiang.
Many fans of Lu Manjiang didn’t know that the formidable Sanda King Lu Manjiang actually started learning martial arts with spear technique, not Sanda.
Lu Li recalled that his brother, Lu Manjiang, twelve years older than him, had been learning spear technique from an old neighbor who ran a martial arts school since his birth.
The old man was remarkable, rumored to have once overthrown Beijing, Tianjin, Hebei with one spear and was undefeated worldwide.
With this stellar reputation, he opened a small martial arts school in the Capital City, business was so good that he had hundreds of disciples.
However, just half a year after opening, before making much money, war broke out.
The old man thought, with his martial arts prowess unmatched in the martial arts arena, why not join the army to fight alongside those with foreign artillery while protecting the country.
Once decided, he dissolved the school the next day and went straight to the recruitnt place, becoming an unknown soldier.
After years in the army, barely killing a few enemies with the distributed musket, he repeatedly escaped death’s door thanks to his agility and exceptional reflexes.
anwhile, his comrades fell one after another, with almost all who joined with him sacrificed.
Realizing this nearly caused him depression; he hadn’t joined to see who could live longer, that wasn’t his purpose.
Then, he resolved to apply for transfers to the most dangerous places, preferably ones you might not return from.
Those battlefronts often required deep penetration into enemy lines, where even firearms were of little use, relying on who was quicker with the bayonet.
His transfer was approved, and upon arrival, the old man was thrilled.
Here, besides the issued musket, everyone could carry a lee weapon, often needing them once ammunition ran out, or if the enemy breached the defenses.
From then on, he lived like Long Aotian, becoming like a War God incarnate.
Having fought hundreds of battles, rarely killing with the musket, he relied on a long spear for enemies.
A white wax wooden spear shaft was stained black-brown with blood, enough to suppress an average person’s appetite for three days from the blood scent.
The old man claid his most impressive battle had him single-handedly taking out an enemy battalion.
"I think the old man was exaggerating, though killing dozens seems plausible." Lu Li mocked at this point.
After the war, the old man found a place to settle down, secretly bringing the long spear ho for rembrance.
As per the old man: should any enemy ever co, he’d use this spear to fight! Using anything else wouldn’t work, he’d cough using any other weapon!
By then, age caught up with him, and injuries prevented much physical activity. Away from the battlefield, he barely touched the spear.
For twenty peaceful years, until diagnosed with a malignant tumor in his belly towards the end.
The old man thought to himself, would all his skills be lost?
It just happened that the old Lu’s son was then eight, a lively kid, good to train to curb his energy.
Thus, Lu Manjiang beca the old man’s closed-door disciple, learning a ton of skills.
Besides martial arts, Lu Manjiang inherited the old man’s temperant, prone to quarrels with local punks at a young age.
When Lu Manjiang was twelve, Lu Li was born, and the old man reached the end of his life.
He called Lu Manjiang to his bedside, earnestly instructing him that martial arts were not for bullying the weak, but to bring honor to the nation!
The old man also knew Lu Manjiang’s prideful nature and feared setbacks might crush him ntally, so he advised him to join martial arts competitions.
Competitions had wins and losses and didn’t harm life, perfect for tempering Lu Manjiang’s character.
Honoring the old man’s wish, Lu Manjiang obediently went to the province and began training in Sanda.
With a martial foundation, Lu Manjiang quickly advanced and was soon competing.
Starting from the smallest events, climbing to national competitions, he was unstoppable, soon recognized dostically as the Sanda King.
Even at international bouts, facing foreign athletes, he was unbeaten.
Until that world championship loss to Jin Zaiyin.
It was his first failure, and this loss eventually took his life.
The old man probably didn’t expect that his well-intentioned suggestion led Lu Manjiang to commit suicide after losing a match.
"It wasn’t until recently that I realized my brother’s suicide wasn’t solely because of the defeat," Lu Li’s eyes redden, "There were many negative reports about him, so people almost pointed fingers at him, saying he disgraced the country losing to a foreigner."
"My brother had won many international championships, yet for one loss, they almost desecrated our ancestral grave!" Lu Li suddenly broke down, tears falling as he shouted angrily, "My brother didn’t commit suicide, he was verbally killed by those people!"
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