I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 206 - 104: Seven-Star Divine Skill

Let alone cultivating to the Innate Realm.

So the root of the problem wasn’t with people, but with the world itself. With Innate Concealment, True Qi could not manifest!

A myriad of thoughts instantly surfaced in Zhao Rui’s mind.

He was lost in thought for a long time. By the time he came back to his senses, it was already past eight o’clock.

He had several missed calls on his phone.

Zhao Rui quickly got ready and hurried to the training center.

"Zhao Rui, do you think this kind of sparring is useful?"

Luo Yongxiang asked, seeing Zhao Rui arrive late.

"Useful? It’s incredibly useful!"

Zhao Rui stretched his muscles, immediately got into a stance, and beckoned to Luo Yongxiang.

His partner sighed helplessly, executed the Mandarin Duck Leg, and attacked Zhao Rui.

"Sparring with you is a terrible experience." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Luo Yongxiang complained as he launched his moves.

"What’s so terrible about it? You’ve just lost your competitive drive. You need to figure out a way to beat me!"

Zhao Rui said with a smile.

"I think I know enough already. You know even more than I do, and you’re a lot better at it..."

"And you... you definitely know some weird Martial Arts technique that lets you see the flaws in other people’s styles."

"Otherwise, how could you have countered my Great Compassion Hand at every turn?"

"Alright, hurry up and make your move. Be serious, or the coach will think you’re slacking off!"

Seeing that he was about to launch into another long-winded tirade, Zhao Rui quickly cut him off.

For others, the training days were tedious.

But for Zhao Rui, every day was new and exciting.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Rui had finally fleeced Luo Yongxiang for all he was worth.

The guy had actually learned eight different Martial Arts, five of which Zhao Rui had never copied before.

Although only the Great Compassion Hand was a top-tier Martial Art, Zhao Rui wasn’t being picky right now.

So he cheerfully "forced" him to contribute all of them.

Once he had squeezed out the last bit of use from him, Zhao Rui decisively granted him his "freedom"!

"Coach, I’m begging you! We both agree to switch partners. Please just approve it!"

Finally, under the assault of his invincible rambling technique, the coach had no choice but to separate them and reassign them to new partners.

The moment they were separated, Luo Yongxiang’s spirits soared. Even when facing a member of the Youth Training Team, the exhausted look on his face was gone.

Bring it on!

As the days went on, the training grew more intense. The afternoon and evening sessions became more refined and specialized.

From the application of the body to the circulation of Inner Strength, from the precision of one’s moves to the adaptability of one’s Inner Strength.

There were corresponding training exercises for every aspect.

It was a world apart from the relatively crude instruction they received at the university.

Here, things were more professional, more career-oriented.

It was better adapted to the rhythm of competitions.

Of course, this kind of training was only useful for those below the Grandmaster Realm.

Upon reaching the Grandmaster Realm, one underwent the Postnatal Returning to Innate process. The body would already be in harmony with heaven, earth, and nature, making physical refinement a secondary concern.

Zhao Rui, meanwhile, was still enjoying the "joys" of sparring.

His new opponent was a member of the Youth Training Team. His Martial Arts skills were impressive, but his repertoire was rather limited; he only knew three different Martial Arts.

Zhao Rui didn’t mind. He "forced" him to use each one in turn.

This person had initially looked down on Zhao Rui, but after sparring for just two days, he was completely dumbfounded.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t beat Zhao Rui—after all, it wasn’t a real match on a stage, so no one would reveal their trump cards.

Rather, Zhao Rui’s offense was just too fierce, and he constantly disrupted the rhythm, forcing him to use every Martial Art he knew just to cope.

He wanted to use his superior Inner Strength to break his opponent’s momentum, but he discovered that the other guy’s Inner Strength increased right along with his own.

It gave him no chance to create a gap in their Power levels.

After just a few days of this, the man felt true despair.

"Are you sick in the head? Don’t you ever get tired?"

"Nope."

"Son of a..."

"Coach, he’s cursing at me!"

"Coach, I don’t want to be in a group with him anymore."

And so, after a few more days, Zhao Rui had yet another new sparring partner.

Another one from the Youth Training Team.

Something so obvious was naturally noticed by the others.

The members of the Youth Training Team quickly and curiously questioned Zhao Rui’s previous partner.

After hearing his explanation, they were all astonished.

"Looks to me like this kid is just here to cause trouble. I’d guess his strength is at the peak of Level 9, and he probably has some strange Martial Art that allows for sustained output."

"Seems like the display of force we put on before wasn’t enough. It looks like Dongda’s side has never lost."

One of the main members of the Youth Training Team spoke up:

"Sun Hao, in a bit, I don’t care what the instructor says. Go all out. Teach these high-and-mighty university students a lesson."

This main member had a somewhat gloomy look in his eyes, and he seemed to have a huge chip on his shoulder when it came to university students.

The young man named Sun Hao quickly nodded in agreement.

On a professional sports team, the hierarchy was far stricter than on an informal university Martial Arts Team.

The authority of the main members was naturally greater as well.

Meanwhile, the folks from the Eastern Martial Body team weren’t idle either. They cornered Luo Yongxiang and questioned him for a long time.

Luo Yongxiang was a chatterbox to begin with, so of course he didn’t hold back, giving them an extravagant account of all of Zhao Rui’s "evil deeds."

Although they were impatient with his rambling, they still grasped the main points.

He knew a lot of Martial Arts techniques; they were a bit of a mishmash, but he was quite proficient in all of them.

Also, his Power was impressive—at least Level 9.

"This is more or less what we knew before. I just didn’t expect his Power to advance so quickly. We just need to keep an eye on him. Let the Youth Training Team take the lead."

The captain of the Eastern Martial Body team was a third-year senior. He had participated in the previous exchange trip to Dongqi University, so he was naturally no stranger to Zhao Rui.

Because in his mind, Zhao Rui was a second-year student.

The fact that he could be captain this time was clearly a case of being the best of a bad bunch, chosen according to "seniority."

Hearing their captain’s words, the members of the Eastern Martial Body team all nodded in agreement.

The "old feud" between the two teams ran deep. Once Dongqi University recovered its strength and its new generation of members started to excel...