I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 188 - 98: You’ve Addressed Me Incorrectly

"He’s not one of them, but there’s definitely a connection. They’re looking for him too. Early twenties, around six-foot-one, with a long, thin face..."

Zheng Huai Peak relayed the new, accurate information he had received about their target to Zhao Rui.

He then continued, "This guy used to be a street punk. Then, by some twist of fate, he acquired some serious skills."

"As for what kind of skills, they don’t know either. They’ve already sent people over to help us with the arrest."

"Mm, okay, Brother Feng. Be safe."

"Got it, don’t worry! When this is all over, I’ll have your sister steam some seafood, and we can grab a drink, just the two of us."

"Wow, brother-in-law, you’ve really got her trained. My sister, who’s never lifted a finger in her life, can steam seafood now?"

Zhao Rui couldn’t help but laugh.

"What do you know? That’s love."

Zheng Huai Peak laughed heartily.

After hanging up, Zhao Rui’s expression remained grim. ’Although he doesn’t fit the physical description of the Old Demon, that guy’s methods are bizarre. Who’s to say he doesn’t have some Secret Technique for soul-swapping or possession?’

’I wonder what percentage of the Old Demon’s Power this young man has?’

’It probably isn’t that high. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be scurrying from place to place.’

The setting sun bathed the streets in its slanted rays, and the last vestiges of daylight stretched the shadows of the houses ever longer.

Patiently, Zhao Rui employed the Heavenly Demon Illusionary Sound Technique, scanning his surroundings for any anomalies as he patrolled the nearby residential areas.

’I have to at least make sure that bastard isn’t anywhere near the school.’

The sun set and the moon rose. At just past eight in the evening, Zhao Rui arrived at the small grove on time.

Miao Miaomiao was in a great mood. Her Cultivation of the Charm Immortal Technique was going very well. The new Cultivation Technique was clearly on another level compared to the incomplete version.

She had only just cultivated to the fourth layer, but she could already control it freely.

For her, who had been so troubled by the Charm Immortal Technique, this felt like being reborn.

By now, she had her doubts. ’Who could possibly complete a fragmented Martial Arts just by extrapolating from the Cultivation Technique alone?’

’One possibility is that he’s a true peerless genius, the kind who can grasp ten thousand principles from one.’

’The other is that he possesses the true Martial Arts of the Charm Immortal Technique himself.’

’Sometimes, playing dumb is a form of wisdom.’

’In her heart, Zhao Rui wasn’t just the "male friend" she’d known for so long!’

’More likely, he was her senior brother!’

’A true senior brother from the same sect.’

But since Zhao Rui never brought it up, she naturally pretended not to know.

’When it comes to getting along with people, sometimes it’s better not to know everything.’

The sound of the qin was ethereal, seeming especially crisp and pleasant in the quiet night sky.

Zhao Rui landed lightly on a branch. Gazing at the jade-like beauty before him, he couldn’t help but smile.

He casually took a flute from his backpack, then gently began to play, joining her melody.

The night was hazy, the trees casting mottled shadows.

On campus, the lights of dormitories and classrooms glittered, a brilliant expanse of light.

Off campus, the footpaths were quiet and secluded, flanked by the faint silhouettes of buildings.

The melodious sound of the qin and flute drifted slowly into the distance.

...

Zhao Rui had been keeping a constant eye on the matter of the wanted fugitive.

The bastard’s most recent appearance was in Huaiyin District, which was a different district from where Zhao Rui’s school was located.

But even so, Zhao Rui didn’t dare to relax.

A few days passed like this, then Zheng Huai Peak suddenly called him.

He said that "that side" had sent people.

An Elder was leading the team, and they were cooperating with their investigation and tracking efforts.

Hearing this news, Zhao Rui breathed a sigh of relief.

’Who else could "that side" be but the Demon Sect?’

’Originally, I had considered the Demon Sect’s existence to be like that of the criminal underworld—shady and not to be seen in the light of day.’

’It wasn’t until I personally witnessed the big shots of both the righteous and demonic factions joining forces to fight a common enemy that I realized the Demon Sect was far more integrated into the world than I had imagined.’

’Maybe it’s better to describe it like the two-party system in America.’

’It’s just that one side is infamous in the eyes of ordinary people.’

「Three days later.」

It was the weekend again, and Zhao Rui headed to the Zhengyang Martial Arts Academy for work, just like usual.

Just as he was turning the corner on his bike, he ran into one of his students, who was slowly driving toward him in a convertible sports car.

"Teacher Zhao, you still don’t have a car?"

"What, are you going to give me one?"

"Sure! Teacher, what do you think of this one? If you like it, I’ll transfer the title to you tomorrow."

Hearing his student’s extravagant offer, Zhao Rui was left speechless and couldn’t help but laugh.

He quickly said, "No, no, thank you."

"Teacher, I’m serious! I really like you, Teacher. It’s just a car!"

Hearing this, Zhao Rui couldn’t help but glare at her.

’You "like" your teacher?’

’Looks to me like you want to be my sugar mama.’

’And I won’t do you the disservice of calling you out on it!’

The female student giggled and zipped into the parking lot in a flash.

A few minutes later, Zhao Rui parked his bike and slowly walked into the magnificent Martial Arts Dojo.

The pretty girls at the front desk all knew he was the new part-time coach.

They smiled and greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Coach Zhao."

"Afternoon, ladies!"

Zhao Rui returned the greeting and went up the stairs to the second floor.

’It’s nice being young. You don’t have to fake it.’

Entering the second-floor hall, Zhao Rui first went to the changing room and changed into the coach’s Martial Arts Uniform provided by the dojo.

Then he slowly made his way to the Martial Arts Arena and began his coaching duties.

Meanwhile, in the residential area at the back of the same building!

Brother Kun, with a cigar in his mouth, strode into a VIP suite.

Behind him followed four grim-faced men in martial attire.

"Mr. Ge, are your accommodations comfortable?"

Brother Kun scanned the room, then smiled at the man in black who was sitting cross-legged in meditation in the living room.

The man grunted without expression, then said in a deep voice, "Thank you for taking me in, Brother Kun."

"Don’t mention it!"

"Don’t sweat it. So you killed a woman or two. Even if you’d killed a Patrol officer, I could still keep you safe here."