I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 86 - 56: Myriad Transformations Take Form, The Tide Turns and Momentum is Lost

Chapter 86: Chapter 56: Myriad Transformations Take Form, The Tide Turns and Momentum is Lost

After hearing what Wang Zhanshan said, Zeng Hongyi instantly understood and couldn’t help but smile bitterly. "Well, who can we blame? You all were just too ruthless with your wins in the past few years! I suppose the tables have turned."

At these words, Wang Zhanshan’s expression darkened, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

Back in the day, the Dongqi University Martial Arts Team had been glorious. In every exchange with the Eastern Martial Body, had they not beaten their opponents to tears?

’Sigh!’

As he was sighing, back on the stage, Zhao Rui dodged several of his opponent’s side kicks and leaped away. He then suddenly stood on one leg, raised his right leg high, and, to everyone’s astonishment, also assumed the stance for a Leg Skill.

’Is that...?’

Cao Guannan’s eyes went wide with disbelief.

"The Great Strength Vajra Leg!"

That was his signature technique!

It wasn’t just Cao Guannan who was surprised; Fu Shaohu was also stunned on the stage.

’For real?’

He didn’t bother guessing. He’d know if it was real or not after a fight.

He immediately executed the Tiger Tail Kick he had learned, striking fiercely at his opponent.

Zhao Rui neither dodged nor evaded. He kicked back in the same manner. The two met kick for kick, and in an instant, a blast of Inner Strength erupted between them.

From this exchange of Force, it was Zhao Rui who staggered, retreating several steps.

His Power, after the recent increase from his Advancement Points, had reached the equivalent of eighteen years of cultivation.

But that was just enough to barely reach the level of a Seventh Level Martial Artist. There was still a considerable gap between him and Fu Shaohu, who was at the mid-to-late stage of Level 7.

During this period, he had accumulated a total of six Advancement Points and used five of them: three on his Inner Strength and two on opening his acupoints.

The last one was kept in reserve.

"Let’s go again!"

Seeing an opening, Fu Shaohu instantly pressed forward, his footwork as fierce as the wind, giving Zhao Rui no chance to breathe.

Zhao Rui employed the Wandering Dragon Step while simultaneously executing the Great Strength Vajra Leg, blocking or retreating to neutralize his opponent’s techniques.

"The Wandering Dragon Step?"

Cao Guannan’s face grew even darker. ’You’ve got some nerve, Zhao Rui! So you’ve learned all my tricks!’

But before his expression could darken further, he saw Zhao Rui stumble. His breathing was clearly unstable, and he was nearly struck by his opponent’s Tiger Tail Kick.

’This breathing... it seems different from the Heart Method?’

And when he executed the final move, it was obviously not the way one was supposed to generate force for the Great Strength Vajra Leg.

Cao Guannan’s brows furrowed slightly. He had noticed several times that when Zhao Rui moved, his breathing didn’t seem to correspond with his techniques.

Moreover, the Great Strength Vajra Leg was inherently powerful and heavy. With the proper Heart Method, a slight difference in Inner Strength between opponents of the same level could be completely compensated for.

But Zhao Rui clearly couldn’t do that.

’An empty shell?’

’No, that’s not it! He can definitely put up a fight!’

Just as Cao Guannan was racking his brain, Zhao Rui’s techniques changed again. He had switched to Qin Rui’s Flower-Picking Finger.

Since a direct confrontation wasn’t working, it was better to use a single point to break the surface and attack where his opponent least expected it.

"A Finger Technique? This is getting more and more interesting!" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Fu Shaohu was no slouch. He stopped in his tracks and instantly unleashed a set of the Ruyi Triple Extremes Finger.

Zhao Rui was also taken aback. ’So this kid is a walking armory! He knows every kind of Martial Arts.’

And he was proficient in every single one. Some of his secondary Martial Arts were just a hair’s breadth away from Mastery.

’Copy, copy, copy!’

It didn’t matter if he’d ever see him again; he’d copy it all first.

Adhering to the principle that a thief never leaves empty-handed, Zhao Rui decisively began copying all the Martial Arts Fu Shaohu was displaying.

Their struggle was a repeat of what came before: their techniques were nearly identical, but the gap in their Inner Strength was vast.

Many of Zhao Rui’s techniques reached his opponent but lacked the necessary power. It was as if he didn’t possess the complete Heart Method Mantra.

But some of his other techniques were incredibly fierce and perfectly executed, forcing Fu Shaohu to remain on guard.

"BEEP!"

As the mid-match buzzer sounded, the two of them became the only contestants in this exchange meet to make it to the second half.

"Relax. Your opponent’s Inner Strength is profound. Just holding on is a victory in itself. If your strength fails you later, just surrender. You’ve already done great!"

Zeng Hongyi jumped onto the stage, gave Zhao Rui a quick check-up, and offered some advice.

Zhao Rui nodded and said, "I know, Coach!"

Meanwhile, offstage, Dean Sun was discussing the match with Dean Zhang.

"This student from your school is only a freshman, I hear? Could he be that Eighth-level Martial Artist from your new class?"

"That’s not him. If he were an Eighth-level Martial Artist, how could this fight have dragged on for so long?"

"..."

’Give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile.’

"An Eighth-level Martial Artist? Heh heh!"

Dean Sun chuckled meaningfully but said no more.

Instead, he turned his gaze back to the stage.

At that moment, the second half of the match had begun.

Fu Shaohu did not use the Finger Technique from before. Instead, he channeled power into his palms and unleashed a Palm Technique he hadn’t used yet.

This Palm Technique had a long wind-up. The feints alone were numerous.

It was only thanks to his superb Lightweight Skill that he could pull it off. Otherwise, with a wind-up that long, Zhao Rui would have already seized an opportunity to slap him to the ground.

How could a Martial Art with such a long wind-up be anything ordinary?

Sure enough, once Fu Shaohu’s wind-up was complete, his entire aura changed in an instant. Powerful Qi billowed around him, and his presence became as deep as an abyss, as vast as the sea.

"Wild Bull Burning Blood Technique!"

’What kind of Martial Arts is that?’

Zhao Rui glanced at the notification on his system panel, and his heart trembled.

’Could it be one of those legendary Martial Arts that can instantly boost one’s Power?’

’Damn it, how does this kid have so much good stuff?’

Zhao Rui couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.

He originally thought he’d picked the weakest opponent, but it turned out he’d saved the strongest for last.

This aura was clearly that of an Eighth-level Martial Artist, and not a beginner one at that. It was the Power of someone who had forcibly jumped an entire major Realm.

"Do you really have to go that far?"

Zhao Rui smiled bitterly. ’It’s just a friendly match. Is it really worth using a Heaven-defying Technique like this?’

Unfortunately, his thoughts couldn’t stop Fu Shaohu’s decisive, ultimate Killing Move.

"How long are you going to hide? Let’s have a proper fight!"

With every step Fu Shaohu took, his aura surged. It looked like he was about to break through to the level of a Level 9 Martial Artist.

"Fight my ass!"

Zhao Rui surrendered without a moment’s hesitation!

The Dongyi crowd, who had been expecting a good show, were momentarily stunned.

’He acted so cocky before, but now he’s chickening out without even trying to fight?’

"Sigh, I thought he was a master, but it turns out he’s all show and no go."

"But the kid really knows a lot. To be able to trade blows with Fu Shaohu using such a variety of styles is impressive in itself."

"He’s biting off more than he can chew. Not everyone can be like Junior Fu."

"Doesn’t Dongqi University have a mimicry art called Mimicry Fist? Could it be..."

"Impossible. I know about Mimicry Fist. It only copies the form; it’s all for show."

"True..."

As the match ended, Zhao Rui hopped off the stage briskly.

He shrugged at the crowd with a hint of regret and said, "I really couldn’t beat him!"

Hearing this, Qin Rui smiled and said, "None of us could! You were already amazing!"

"You stole my Martial Arts!"

Before Zhao Rui could reply, Cao Guannan walked up with a dark expression, looking at Zhao Rui with hostility.

He didn’t care about the other Martial Arts. After all, since the Court had begun promoting martial arts, everyone could practice them, and some of the techniques on the public list were not restricted.

But the Great Strength Vajra Leg was different.

His master had taught him that. Thinking of this, his gaze couldn’t help but drift toward the group from the Eastern Martial Body.

His cold eyes glinted with a frosty chill!

That figure over there was becoming clearer.

’If you didn’t want it, why did you have to take it?’

...

"Senior Brother, to tell you the truth, this is the Mimicry Fist!"

Zhao Rui turned his head slightly and said in a low voice.

"Mimicry Fist? Impossible! Where did you get the Inner Strength?"

"I just practiced the way Leader He taught me..."

Zhao Rui had just started speaking when Zeng Hongyi, who was nearby, stopped them. "We’ll talk about this back at the university. Let’s finish up with the exchange meet first."

"Okay!"

Hearing their coach’s words, everyone quickly sat down, staring at the floor and minding their own business.

The results of this competition were so poor; it was better to keep a low profile.

As all the contestants finished their matches, the final results of the exchange meet were finally announced.

The Dongqi University Martial Arts Team, with a glorious record of 1 win and 5 losses, had lost the exchange meet cleanly and decisively.

Moreover, their single win was hardly honorable, as it had been won through a trick.

During the closing remarks, Dean Zhang’s face was as black as thunder. He hastily delivered a few official platitudes before getting off the stage.