You dare to cultivate without money?!-Chapter 49 - 38 Level 10 Circulation Qi Gathering Method
49: Chapter 38 Level 10 Circulation Qi Gathering Method
49 -38 Level 10 Circulation Qi Gathering Method
Turning his head to look at Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen asked in surprise: “Are you sure?”
“Yu Zi, don’t make a decision so lightly.”
“Wanting to apply to the Top Ten schools means going against countless people in Songyang City.”
“You’re not just saying this to show off, are you?”
Zhang Yu angrily replied: “What the hell…
I’m talking to you seriously, do you think I’m joking?”
Seeing Zhang Yu’s serious expression, Bai Zhenzhen suddenly laughed: “Alright, let’s just say you’re applying to the Top Ten schools.”
“They gave you a month to decide, right?”
“The deadline they gave me is just one month.”
“For the next two weeks, you’d better find a way to work hard on improving yourself.
I’ll take you to meet some people at the Mana Competition.”
“Mana Competition?” Zhang Yu’s heart stirred, he remembered that the Mana Competition he registered for starts this month, in two weeks’ time. fгeewebnovёl.com
“Meet people at the Mana Competition?
What kind of people?”
Bai Zhenzhen replied mysteriously: “People who might be able to help us.”
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Zhang Yu pressed: “What kind of people exactly?”
Bai Zhenzhen said: “I’m not sure yet, but you’ll find out when the time comes.”
Zhang Yu, feeling helpless, could only continue to focus all his energy on self-improvement in the time ahead.
No matter what, the only thing he could control now was his own strength.
…
In Martial Arts Class.
“Daoism is useless.”
“Martial Arts is what truly matters.”
“When you meet your opponents head-on, the most reliable thing you have is your own superb martial skills.”
“At that time, there are only two outcomes: either you defeat your opponent, or you lie down and get defeated by them…”
Listening to the Martial Arts teacher Lei Jun’s statement, He Dayou quietly rolled his eyes, clearly disagreeing with those views.
At that moment, Lei Jun said: “Alright, next, each group will conduct practical exercises.”
“He Dayou, you’ll pair up with Zhang Yu.”
“Huh?” He Dayou was taken aback upon hearing this, instinctively looking at Lei Jun, pointing at himself.
Lei Jun snorted coldly and said: “What are you looking at?
You performed so poorly in the monthly test, did you properly reflect on it?”
“Now I’m giving you another chance to learn from Zhang Yu, don’t you want it?”
With the banner of poor results in the monthly martial arts test hanging over them, even a school board member’s son like He Dayou was at a loss for words to refute.
After all, given the policy of even breathing being wrong for a poor student, He Dayou couldn’t go against this in class.
That damn martial arts Old Deng, bullying a top Daoism student, huh?
He silently approached Zhang Yu, thinking: “But now I’m not necessarily going to lose to Zhang Yu.”
Having been defeated by Zhang Yu three times, even though He Dayou didn’t plan to argue with him, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t reflect and assess himself.
Not only did he review the recordings of those three battles repeatedly, but he also showed them to his family’s practical combat teacher.
The analysis concluded: Zhang Yu’s Freehand had reached level 3, and once he spots a flaw, it’s easy to suffer severe damage.
But Zhang Yu’s weakness was equally obvious; from the third practical battle, it was clear that Zhang Yu seriously lacked practical combat experience.
Therefore, He Dayou tried to practice some strategies accordingly.
For example, at the current moment in the ring, he’s no longer attacking, but fully defending, waiting for Zhang Yu to become impatient before finding an opportunity to attack unexpectedly with Little Heavenly Star Palm…
With a strategy in place, He Dayou believed that even if he lost, he wouldn’t lose too badly, and might even have a chance to win.
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Initially, He Dayou felt fine as he continuously blocked Zhang Yu’s moves.
But soon he started feeling the opponent’s punches getting heavier, his hands stinging from blocking, and his internal mana slightly surging.
Boom!
He Dayou’s blocking hands were blown apart by another punch from Zhang Yu, followed by being kicked away.
With a loud thud, He Dayou fell to the ground, feeling his internal mana surging repeatedly, unable to get up for a moment.
“Zhang Yu’s Freehand has become more powerful since the last time?”
“Could it be that he…”
He Dayou looked at Zhang Yu in disbelief.
On the other side, Lei Jun flashed beside Zhang Yu, exclaiming: “Your Freehand is at level 4?”
Zhang Yu, who had already reached level 5 in Freehand, replied with an awkward smile: “Yes, I just broke through yesterday.”
Originally, Zhang Yu hadn’t planned to reveal the progress in his Freehand and was deliberately restraining its power while sparring with He Dayou.
But ultimately, due to a lack of real combat experience, once He Dayou switched to a full defensive stance, Zhang Yu’s continuous attacks accidentally unleashed the power of Freehand to level 4, driven by both physical strength and mana.
Upon hearing this, Lei Jun laughed heartily and said: “Looks like you have quite a talent for martial arts.”
“How about it?
Do you want to participate in next month’s Songyang City Martial Arts Combat Tournament?”
Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up: “Is there a prize?”
Lei Jun replied: “Of course, the citywide winner gets 50,000, plus the right to use Expert Level martial arts techniques.”
Zhang Yu thought: “There’s already a prize for the Mana Competition I registered for, and now this Martial Arts Combat Tournament also has a prize…”
He suddenly realized that if he could win some competition rankings and prizes, even without the student council’s support, there should be enough money to cover daily expenses and even accelerate his training.
Seeing Zhang Yu’s interest piqued, Lei Jun continued: “I’ve always said that martial arts are highly useful; as long as you perform well in combat, you won’t worry about not earning money.”
“Alright, I’ll register you then, and when the time comes, I’ll take you with Bai Zhenzhen.”
As Lei Jun left, Zhang Yu looked at He Dayou, who was still lying on the ground, and asked: “Are you alright?”
