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Chapter 730: Attack with the Determination to Kill Me
Because A-Cheng was using his hand as a whip, his entire upper body was leaning towards Mr. Yang. If the attack landed, it would be fine, but if it missed, A-Cheng's entire back would be exposed to Mr. Yang, leaving his whole body full of weaknesses.
If this were a real battle, Mr. Yang would have already kicked out, but such means were obviously inappropriate for sparring with a junior. So, Mr. Yang decided to simply hook with his right foot to disrupt A-Cheng's balance.
Just as Mr. Yang was about to extend his right foot, he didn't expect A-Cheng's reaction speed to be much faster than anticipated. Taking advantage of the attack's momentum, he didn't retract his body but continued to lean forward, his attacking palm naturally landing on the ground.
Using his landed right hand as a pivot, A-Cheng exerted force from his waist and belly to flip his entire body ninety degrees, kicking his foot towards Mr. Yang's knee.
Mr. Yang, seeing this, revealed a hint of surprise on his expression. He quickly raised his leg and used his calf to block A-Cheng's attack. A-Cheng, seeing it was a good opportunity, pushed off Mr. Yang's calf with his foot to disengage, and with a few flips, he created distance.
"You do have some battle instincts," Mr. Yang praised.
"Thank you for the praise," A-Cheng touched his nose, saying it humbly, but his tone and demeanor didn't convey any humility at all.
"It's just that every step you take is too presumptuous, flashy and impractical. If you could abandon those useless things, it would be better."
Mr. Yang's evaluation took a sharp turn, causing A-Cheng, who had been smug just a moment ago, to freeze up.
"Mr. Yang is absolutely right," Ji Shuangshuang nodded in agreement. "You just love to do flashy and impractical things."
"Stop the nonsense," Ashamed and annoyed, A-Cheng muttered, and once again adopted a stance that looked a bit more serious.
Mr. Yang didn't speak, but simply hooked his hand at A-Cheng, the meaning was self-evident. This gesture, carrying a derogatory implication, made A-Cheng, this hot-blooded teenager, even more flushed.
A-Cheng stopped talking nonsense, pointed his toes to the ground, and once again used light footwork to close the distance between himself and Mr. Yang. Lin Lie, who knew him well, recognized this as a sign of A-Cheng getting serious. When he was serious, his words would become very few.
In reality, it was just that he was so focused he didn't have the stamina to talk. After all, not everyone could be like Spider-Man, whose trash talk was tied to his movements, uttering a sentence with every move.
This time, A-Cheng didn't rush in again, but honestly threw a punch to test the waters. Everyone present knew this punch was a feint attack. It was like starting a conversation; everything needs a beginning to lead into the main topic.
But Mr. Yang didn't intend to take things slowly with A-Cheng. He simply took a step forward, and this step looked very familiar to A-Cheng. It was actually the footwork he had practiced for over a year to use with the Shen Nong Whip.
Not only A-Cheng, but Lin Lie and the other person outside the sparring area were also stunned. Although they hadn't exchanged techniques directly, they had been a team long enough to recognize the moves just by looking.
With one step, Mr. Yang's upper body seemed to transform into flowing water. His slightly raised right hand swayed gently like a viper. By the time A-Cheng reacted, Mr. Yang was already right in front of him.
"Whoosh!"
Like a steel sword scraping across his face, A-Cheng only saw a blur before his eyes, and then felt a burning pain on his face, chest, and belly.
He looked down and saw that the battle suit he was wearing on his upper body had been forcibly ripped open, leaving a palm-width gash, revealing his chest and belly with a red mark.
This was the whipping technique he had just used. Relying solely on brute force could cause more power, but it was absolutely impossible to achieve the precision of only tearing a piece of clothes.
The person in front of him hadn't lied. He had learned his force exertion technique with just a glance. No, not just learned, the other party had likely already mastered it and surpassed him.
Mr. Yang patted A-Cheng's head, which only reached his chest, calling back the soul of this absent-minded kid. Looking at the kid's gaze now, it was completely different.
"Brother Yang... I'm convinced," A-Cheng said sincerely.
Lin Lie was a little surprised. Back then, Ji Shuangshuang had fought exactly ten battles to subdue A-Cheng, but now Mr. Yang had done it with just one move.
Perhaps sensing Lin Lie's surprise, Ji Shuangshuang, standing beside him, spoke up.
"This is different. Although I'm stronger than you guys, it's only because I started earlier."
Ji Shuangshuang's expression turned serious as she said, "A-Cheng believes that as long as he puts in the effort, he'll eventually catch up to me, and that's probably true."
"But in Mr. Yang, he saw a gap that he might never be able to bridge in his lifetime."
To learn all of someone's techniques, including footwork, starting stance, and force exertion technique, with just one glance... this can no longer be described as mere genius. Ji Shuangshuang herself was considered a once-in-a-century genius by her elders.
But Ji Shuangshuang believed she couldn't do what Mr. Yang had just done. Even Wu Fengji, known as the strongest Iron Fist, was probably no better.
If Mr. Yang knew Ji Shuangshuang was evaluating him like this, he would only feel ashamed. Wu Fengji was truly talented, while he was just someone who relied on an artifact spirit.
Mr. Yang was deeply aware of his own power and knew he wasn't on the same path as someone like Wu Fengji. That's why he wouldn't develop delusions of grandeur or become arrogant.
Only by knowing yourself and your limitations can you avoid losing your original heart. That is true power.
Ji Shuangshuang sighed, took off the coat she wore over her combat suit, leaving Lin Lie beside her stunned.
"What's this? Are you going to sparring with Mr. Yang too?"
Ji Shuangshuang, hearing this, rolled her eyes at A-Cheng and said in an annoyed tone.
"Idiot, this isn't just sparring. It's a rare opportunity to have an expert guide us. You're not thinking of slacking off, are you?"
Ji Shuangshuang's reminder made Lin Lie slap his forehead. Right! Although the Divine Spear Bureau facility was fully equipped, they rarely had powerful beings like this to engage in real combat with them.
After all, everyone was busy. Unless it was officially arranged, it was difficult to ask someone for help right after they finished a mission. Usually, such opportunities only arose during training courses arranged by the leader.
This resulted in the Three Emperors Squad mostly training each other. It was fine for a session or two, but eventually, everyone became too familiar, and the training effect greatly diminished.
Now, with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity right in front of them, do you think Ji Shuangshuang would let it slip?
Ignoring the suddenly enlightened Lin Lie, Ji Shuangshuang quickly walked up to Mr. Yang, respectfully clasped her fists, and saluted.
"Mr. Yang Le, please guide us properly. We beg you!"
Mr. Yang smirked. Finally, there was one smart kid. Originally, he had proposed sparring with this intention in mind, as he had long considered guiding juniors.
Mr. Yang patted A-Cheng's back again and pushed him towards Ji Shuangshuang and Lin Lie.
"Of course. Let's start real battle training now. The three of you against me. Any means are allowed, you can use weapons, but the time limit is five minutes."
"Attack with the determination to kill me. But be careful not to get hurt."
(End of Chapter)
Because A-Cheng was using his hand as a whip, his entire upper body was leaning towards Mr. Yang. If the attack landed, it would be fine, but if it missed, A-Cheng's entire back would be exposed to Mr. Yang, leaving his whole body full of weaknesses.
If this were a real battle, Mr. Yang would have already kicked out, but such means were obviously inappropriate for sparring with a junior. So, Mr. Yang decided to simply hook with his right foot to disrupt A-Cheng's balance.
Just as Mr. Yang was about to extend his right foot, he didn't expect A-Cheng's reaction speed to be much faster than anticipated. Taking advantage of the attack's momentum, he didn't retract his body but continued to lean forward, his attacking palm naturally landing on the ground.
Using his landed right hand as a pivot, A-Cheng exerted force from his waist and belly to flip his entire body ninety degrees, kicking his foot towards Mr. Yang's knee.
Mr. Yang, seeing this, revealed a hint of surprise on his expression. He quickly raised his leg and used his calf to block A-Cheng's attack. A-Cheng, seeing it was a good opportunity, pushed off Mr. Yang's calf with his foot to disengage, and with a few flips, he created distance.
"You do have some battle instincts," Mr. Yang praised.
"Thank you for the praise," A-Cheng touched his nose, saying it humbly, but his tone and demeanor didn't convey any humility at all.
"It's just that every step you take is too presumptuous, flashy and impractical. If you could abandon those useless things, it would be better."
Mr. Yang's evaluation took a sharp turn, causing A-Cheng, who had been smug just a moment ago, to freeze up.
"Mr. Yang is absolutely right," Ji Shuangshuang nodded in agreement. "You just love to do flashy and impractical things."
"Stop the nonsense," Ashamed and annoyed, A-Cheng muttered, and once again adopted a stance that looked a bit more serious.
Mr. Yang didn't speak, but simply hooked his hand at A-Cheng, the meaning was self-evident. This gesture, carrying a derogatory implication, made A-Cheng, this hot-blooded teenager, even more flushed.
A-Cheng stopped talking nonsense, pointed his toes to the ground, and once again used light footwork to close the distance between himself and Mr. Yang. Lin Lie, who knew him well, recognized this as a sign of A-Cheng getting serious. When he was serious, his words would become very few.
In reality, it was just that he was so focused he didn't have the stamina to talk. After all, not everyone could be like Spider-Man, whose trash talk was tied to his movements, uttering a sentence with every move.
This time, A-Cheng didn't rush in again, but honestly threw a punch to test the waters. Everyone present knew this punch was a feint attack. It was like starting a conversation; everything needs a beginning to lead into the main topic.
But Mr. Yang didn't intend to take things slowly with A-Cheng. He simply took a step forward, and this step looked very familiar to A-Cheng. It was actually the footwork he had practiced for over a year to use with the Shen Nong Whip.
Not only A-Cheng, but Lin Lie and the other person outside the sparring area were also stunned. Although they hadn't exchanged techniques directly, they had been a team long enough to recognize the moves just by looking.
With one step, Mr. Yang's upper body seemed to transform into flowing water. His slightly raised right hand swayed gently like a viper. By the time A-Cheng reacted, Mr. Yang was already right in front of him.
"Whoosh!"
Like a steel sword scraping across his face, A-Cheng only saw a blur before his eyes, and then felt a burning pain on his face, chest, and belly.
He looked down and saw that the battle suit he was wearing on his upper body had been forcibly ripped open, leaving a palm-width gash, revealing his chest and belly with a red mark.
This was the whipping technique he had just used. Relying solely on brute force could cause more power, but it was absolutely impossible to achieve the precision of only tearing a piece of clothes.
The person in front of him hadn't lied. He had learned his force exertion technique with just a glance. No, not just learned, the other party had likely already mastered it and surpassed him.
Mr. Yang patted A-Cheng's head, which only reached his chest, calling back the soul of this absent-minded kid. Looking at the kid's gaze now, it was completely different.
"Brother Yang... I'm convinced," A-Cheng said sincerely.
Lin Lie was a little surprised. Back then, Ji Shuangshuang had fought exactly ten battles to subdue A-Cheng, but now Mr. Yang had done it with just one move.
Perhaps sensing Lin Lie's surprise, Ji Shuangshuang, standing beside him, spoke up.
"This is different. Although I'm stronger than you guys, it's only because I started earlier."
Ji Shuangshuang's expression turned serious as she said, "A-Cheng believes that as long as he puts in the effort, he'll eventually catch up to me, and that's probably true."
"But in Mr. Yang, he saw a gap that he might never be able to bridge in his lifetime."
To learn all of someone's techniques, including footwork, starting stance, and force exertion technique, with just one glance... this can no longer be described as mere genius. Ji Shuangshuang herself was considered a once-in-a-century genius by her elders.
But Ji Shuangshuang believed she couldn't do what Mr. Yang had just done. Even Wu Fengji, known as the strongest Iron Fist, was probably no better.
If Mr. Yang knew Ji Shuangshuang was evaluating him like this, he would only feel ashamed. Wu Fengji was truly talented, while he was just someone who relied on an artifact spirit.
Mr. Yang was deeply aware of his own power and knew he wasn't on the same path as someone like Wu Fengji. That's why he wouldn't develop delusions of grandeur or become arrogant.
Only by knowing yourself and your limitations can you avoid losing your original heart. That is true power.
Ji Shuangshuang sighed, took off the coat she wore over her combat suit, leaving Lin Lie beside her stunned.
"What's this? Are you going to sparring with Mr. Yang too?"
Ji Shuangshuang, hearing this, rolled her eyes at A-Cheng and said in an annoyed tone.
"Idiot, this isn't just sparring. It's a rare opportunity to have an expert guide us. You're not thinking of slacking off, are you?"
Ji Shuangshuang's reminder made Lin Lie slap his forehead. Right! Although the Divine Spear Bureau facility was fully equipped, they rarely had powerful beings like this to engage in real combat with them.
After all, everyone was busy. Unless it was officially arranged, it was difficult to ask someone for help right after they finished a mission. Usually, such opportunities only arose during training courses arranged by the leader.
This resulted in the Three Emperors Squad mostly training each other. It was fine for a session or two, but eventually, everyone became too familiar, and the training effect greatly diminished.
Now, with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity right in front of them, do you think Ji Shuangshuang would let it slip?
Ignoring the suddenly enlightened Lin Lie, Ji Shuangshuang quickly walked up to Mr. Yang, respectfully clasped her fists, and saluted.
"Mr. Yang Le, please guide us properly. We beg you!"
Mr. Yang smirked. Finally, there was one smart kid. Originally, he had proposed sparring with this intention in mind, as he had long considered guiding juniors.
Mr. Yang patted A-Cheng's back again and pushed him towards Ji Shuangshuang and Lin Lie.
"Of course. Let's start real battle training now. The three of you against me. Any means are allowed, you can use weapons, but the time limit is five minutes."
"Attack with the determination to kill me. But be careful not to get hurt."
(End of Chapter)
