I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 83 - 55: Fists and Feet Recall No Past Affection, Each Strike Aims to Settle Life and Death

Chapter 83: Chapter 55: Fists and Feet Recall No Past Affection, Each Strike Aims to Settle Life and Death

Zeng Hongyi could see it now, too. Dongyi Academy had clearly come prepared. They had a precise analysis of Li Xinran and the other sophomores.

Even though they knew their strength was overwhelming, they still came up with a detailed and targeted counter for every single person.

Just as they would study the official members of an opposing team.

Cao Guannan nodded. His greatest strength in Martial Arts lay in combining the Wandering Dragon Step with the Great Strength Vajra Leg. When he advanced, his offense was powerful and fierce as a tiger; when he retreated, his footwork was nimble, his movements like a wandering dragon.

’If my opponent targets me, will they meet my offense with their own, or try to use softness to overcome hardness?’

’Or will they just crush me with overwhelming Inner Strength?’

Cao Guannan couldn’t help but sink into deep thought. If he lost too, then Dongqi University’s defeat would be absolute.

This realization made the normally proud young man clench his fists, his heart starting to race.

He didn’t have much time to think. Soon, the referee called his name.

Cao Guannan’s gaze sharpened as he looked at his opponent, who was already on the fighting stage. Then, with a single bound, he planted a foot on a corner post and vaulted gracefully into the ring.

"Cao Guannan, with your level of skill, you wouldn’t even make the Martial Arts Team at Dongyi Academy."

A cold sneer played on the lips of the young man opposite him.

"Zhang Bin!"

Cao Guannan simply spat out the name, then unleashed a powerful, heavy arcing kick.

"Bring it on!"

The young man was completely unafraid, meeting Cao Guannan’s attack with a Leg Skill of his own.

Their legs collided, producing a series of dull thuds.

"Is this the Great Strength Vajra Leg you’ve been practicing? It’s so soft, completely devoid of power!"

The man known as Zhang Bin taunted him, all while easily blocking Cao Guannan’s fierce leg attacks.

Cao Guannan remained silent, his expression grim. He swung his Great Strength Vajra Leg with the ferocity of a gale scattering autumn leaves, instantly unleashing his full Force.

Such a frenzied assault far surpassed Cao Guannan’s usual performance in matches. His eyes were frighteningly cold.

But even this powerful, heavy Vajra Leg Technique was blocked with ease by Zhang Bin.

For a time, Powerful Qi roiled across the stage, punctuated by a constant stream of dull thuds.

"Senior Brother, don’t fall for his tricks!"

Seeing Cao Guannan fall into a strange frenzy, Zhao Rui and the others below the stage realized something was wrong.

This Zhang Bin had clearly rattled Cao Guannan.

"The Vajra Leg Technique... you only learned half of it. Want to learn the other half? Too bad Master will never teach you!"

On the stage, Zhang Bin let out a laugh. He suddenly pulled back his right foot, balancing on his left. His body resembled a praying mantis, hands formed into sickles, as he jabbed directly at Cao Guannan’s incoming Vajra Leg.

Cao Guannan was caught at the worst possible moment—the force of his previous move was spent, but he hadn’t yet generated power for a new one. He was unable to withdraw his Technique in time and could only watch helplessly as his opponent’s hands, like sharp blades, jabbed toward his right leg.

Fortunately, he had practiced the Vajra Leg Technique for many years, and his reflexes were bone-deep. Since he couldn’t dodge, he would use offense as his defense.

He twisted his body, using his extended right leg as a pivot. He launched himself into the air, spun completely around, and viciously kicked out with his left leg toward his opponent.

Zhang Bin hastily halted his attack. Keeping his hands in their sickle shape, he absorbed the full force of the left-legged kick.

Then, before Cao Guannan could retract his left leg, Zhang Bin shockingly used the momentum to close the distance at high speed.

Then, he shoved Cao Guannan straight back.

Cao Guannan, now airborne, suddenly lost his balance. He tried to twist and right himself, but unexpectedly, the push carried a delayed burst of power.

His body, which he had just managed to right, was thrown off-kilter once more. He crashed to the ground like a sack of rags and slid more than ten feet.

"Referee, make the call! I’d rather not beat my dear junior brother too badly!"

Zhang Bin watched Cao Guannan struggle to his feet, a mocking smile on his face.

"Zhang Bin of Dongyi Academy is the winner!"

As the referee announced the result, Cao Guannan, who had just struggled back to his feet, went pale.

He looked as if his soul had left his body.

"If you don’t like the Vajra Leg, why did you learn it?"

"I only learned it so you couldn’t. Besides, this Leg Skill is pretty terrible, isn’t it?"

Zhang Bin said dismissively as he walked back toward his side of the arena.

Hearing this, a pained smile crossed Cao Guannan’s pale face. He allowed Zeng Hongyi, who had come up to help him, to support him as he left the stage.

’Master, is this the one you chose?’

An image flashed through Cao Guannan’s mind: the emaciated old man lying in a hospital bed, berating him and telling him to get lost.

"Senior Brother, you should get some rest."

Zhao Rui took Cao Guannan’s arm from Zeng Hongyi and helped him sit down at the edge of the stands.

"I’m fine."

Cao Guannan shook his head, but the light had already gone out of his eyes.

Meanwhile, the competition on the stage continued.

Next up was Zhang Kui. Having learned from the cautionary tales of Cao Guannan and Qin Rui, Zhang Kui immediately took up a defensive stance with his Prajna Palm, doing his best to avoid getting tied up with his opponent.

Unfortunately, his opponent was a decisive and efficient girl. After a few probing techniques, she launched directly into a stormy, relentless assault.

She had a pair of long legs and practiced some kind of exquisitely refined leg technique, which she used to attack Zhang Kui’s lower body exclusively.

Kicks, sweeps, jabs, and stomps—every strike was incredibly swift. She was precise and controlled, striking and retracting in an instant, giving Zhang Kui no opportunity to unleash his Palm Force.

’Holy hell!’

Cold sweat beaded on Zhang Kui’s forehead. ’This woman’s long legs are so damn beautiful... so beautiful they’re making me nauseous. They’re dazzling me so much I want to puke.’

A flurry of afterimages from her legs swept toward him, fanning out in a graceful arc like a folded fan being opened.

Only this was no delicate lady’s fan, but a vicious weapon seeking to devour its prey!

After a few more moments of this, the ground around Zhang Kui was covered in footprints from her rapid movements, and a dull ache was spreading across his chest.