I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 115 - 70: Glorious Official Team Member (Part 2)
Miao Miaomiao glanced at him from the corner of her eye but said nothing.
After a moment, Ye Jingqiu also walked over gracefully and stopped right beside Miao Miaomiao, leaving less than two feet between them.
She naturally saw Zhao Rui standing to the side, but her cold, beautiful face showed no reaction, as if it didn’t matter whether he was there or not.
"If you can’t control your Charm Technique freely, I’m afraid you won’t last long in the Martial Dao tournament."
Ye Jingqiu said calmly.
"I know."
"Mm, none of these third-years are any good. Don’t pay them any mind."
Ye Jingqiu folded her arms, her straight posture becoming even more upright. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
"I never took them seriously in the first place!"
A sneer formed on Miao Miaomiao’s lips. She clearly couldn’t care less about what the third-year students were stirring up.
"Teacher Wang said he’ll take us to see Master Lian after the tournament. Let’s go together when the matches are over."
"Okay."
Miao Miaomiao nodded.
The two of them then stood there like a pair of beautiful telephone poles, utterly silent.
’Master Lian? He can solve the issue with Miao Miaomiao’s Six Yi Charm Immortal Technique? Who is he?’
Zhao Rui’s curiosity was suddenly piqued.
However, seeing the two women’s "do not approach" aura, he didn’t say anything more.
Instead, he began to slowly perceive the Sixth Charm Skill emanating from Miao Miaomiao, wanting to see how it differed from the complete version his system had copied.
Before long, the matches on the stage began.
On the third-years’ side, it was unclear if these were the pathfinders everyone had agreed to send out, or if they were simply the only four who were defiant.
In any case, only four of them were standing outside the ring right now.
Zhao Rui recognized one and a half of them. One was Pang Wenyu, the burly guy who had been under Zhao Rui’s former captain, Wang Zhe.
As for the "half," it was Tian Wenrong, the one who had injured Wang Zhe before.
The two had never interacted, but Zhao Rui knew of him through Wang Zhe.
By the ring, the third-years weren’t stupid. They knew that Wang Dalong and Miao Miaomiao were the two strongest first-years, with strength comparable to Level 9.
They were no match for them.
So, they went for the weakest link, directly choosing the male student who had just broken through.
Soon, the two opponents stepped onto the stage.
"This Cai Zhengyang, how strong is he?"
Ye Jingqiu asked curiously, looking at the two who had appeared on stage.
This question was clearly not for Zhao Rui, but for Miao Miaomiao.
"Not familiar. We’ve never fought."
After she spoke, Miao Miaomiao suddenly glanced at Zhao Rui and said, "Ask him. He knows."
Hearing Miao Miaomiao, Ye Jingqiu couldn’t help but turn to look at Zhao Rui, her willow-like brows raised slightly. "Zhao Rui, you must have fought him. How is he?"
"He’s quite strong. His family’s Martial Arts, Cai’s Triple Palm, has merits in both offense and defense..."
Zhao Rui described it simply.
Ye Jingqiu nodded and couldn’t help but gaze at the ring.
With just one look, her expression froze. In that short moment, the match on the stage had already ended.
This Cai Zhengyang had, in a flurry of moves, cleanly and decisively knocked the third-year student to the ground.
It didn’t even take twenty moves.
"That’s not Cai’s Triple Palm."
Zhao Rui’s brow furrowed slightly. The opponent had clearly used a new Martial Art, one he had never used before.
And its power was astonishing.
’This is actually a good thing. Another powerful New Martial Arts to copy.’
Seeing their side lose so quickly, the third-years were all dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.
This was especially true for established experts like Wang Zhe, whose expression was as dark as a thundercloud.
After a good while, one of the remaining third-years jumped out and specifically challenged Luo Min.
Luo Min was still dressed in white robes that outshone the snow, her beauty unparalleled. She gave off the vibe of a pretty girl-next-door.
"Senior, please go easy on me!"
Seeing how polite the first-year girl was, the third-year boy felt a little reluctant to be harsh. ’I’ll go a bit easier on her,’ he thought.
The two exchanged greetings, then under Wang Zhanshan’s supervision, they took their stances and began the match.
"You..."
They had exchanged no more than thirty-some moves when the third-year suddenly realized that his all-out attacks couldn’t break through her defense at all.
Even if they fought for another hundred moves, the most he could hope for was a stalemate.
And that was assuming she didn’t want to counterattack.
His expression immediately deflated. So, what she said before the match was just her being polite.
He was far too weak.
"Forget it. I surrender!"
The third-year was decisive, stopping the fight and giving up without hesitation.
"Anyone else want to compete?"
Wang Zhanshan swept his gaze over the four third-years, then glanced at Qin Rui and the other new Level 8.
Everyone remained silent, not one of them responding.
"Since no one else is competing, the four of you are hereby stripped of your Martial Arts Team qualifications. Don’t come back."
After speaking, Wang Zhanshan turned and walked out without a backward glance.
There was only one outcome for daring to challenge his authority.
Expulsion.
He had no need for rebels in his team.
Hearing Wang Zhanshan’s words, it wasn’t just the four third-years who were stunned; even the others present hadn’t expected his punishment to be so severe.
"Coach!"
"Teacher Wang!"
The four of them panicked and rushed out after him, their faces full of regret.
"Old Wang has been lazing around for so long, everyone must have forgotten who he really is."
Seeing this from the corner, Ye Jingqiu’s eyebrow quirked up slightly as she spoke leisurely.
They were all Martial Artists, and Ye Jingqiu hadn’t bothered to lower her voice, so everyone present heard her.
One by one, they looked over in surprise.
On the other side, a few of the official team members chuckled. "Juniors, remember this: don’t provoke Old Wang’s authority!"
With that, they all laughed and left the Martial Arts Arena.
Zhao Rui couldn’t help but look at Qin Rui and the other student. Their eyes met, and they all shared a feeling of having narrowly escaped death.
That was close.
’It turned out that for the past two years, Old Wang’s "willing degeneration" was just him not wanting to waste his energy on a bunch of "talentless scrubs" like us.’
"Let’s go. We need to find Coach Wang."
Ye Jingqiu lowered her arms, said this to Miao Miaomiao, and started walking out.
Miao Miaomiao grunted in affirmation and followed her. As she passed by Zhao Rui, she shot him a glare that was more playful than angry.
The incident with the third-years ended with four people being kicked off the team and Wang Zhe and Tian Zihao receiving disciplinary action, concluding the whole affair about the selection of official team members.
The team members finally realized that in Wang Zhanshan’s eyes, temporary members—even third-years—could be dismissed at a moment’s notice.
His authority was not to be questioned.
And so, the next day, everyone trained with exceptional diligence and effort.
Even Zhao Rui, who had been focused on reviewing his academic subjects, made sure to stop by for a while.
In the period that followed, training continued as usual, but the intensity increased significantly.
The first-years remained the focus of development. Wang Zhanshan personally supervised their team, and for the four official members in particular, it was practically one-on-one coaching.
As for the others, they were left to their own devices. Whichever coach was responsible for them before remained responsible for them now.
However, during training, the level of respect everyone showed the coaches had clearly increased.
Soon, the New Year’s holiday arrived.
The entire Dongqi University had a three-day break. Most students would either go home or travel to nearby places.
But for Martial Arts Students, this was a time to work hard; there was no such thing as a holiday.
Zhao Rui had originally planned to return to Lin City, but since no one else was leaving, he had no choice but to stay.
On January second, after finishing his studies in the study hall, Zhao Rui grabbed his backpack and hurried to the Martial Arts Institute, planning to check on Li Xinran’s condition.
He would also take the opportunity to polish his Cultivation Techniques and see if there was anything he needed to practice more.
When he reached the entrance to the Martial Arts Arena, Zhao Rui was about to go inside when he saw a few boys appear at the doorway.
Zhao Rui recognized the one in the lead: it was the first-year student who had won his match earlier, Cai Zhengyang.
He was holding his head high with his chest puffed out, looking straight ahead. He walked with an imposing swagger—extremely arrogant.
Flanking him were three other first-year students from the university, all of them grinning from ear to ear with sycophantic expressions.
It was as if this Cai Zhengyang before them was a big boss who could decide their entire career paths.
Zhao Rui clicked his tongue in amazement. ’This kid just became an official team member and he’s already this arrogant!’ he thought.
However, whether the kid was arrogant or not had nothing to do with him.
He pushed open the door to the Martial Arts Arena and stepped inside, one step ahead of Cai Zhengyang.
