Under One Person: God Profiler

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

Xia He rode on Zhang Lingyu's back, frolicking happily. She was as innocent and carefree as a little girl, showing none of the ruthlessness of the "Scraper of Bones" Xia He.

Zhang Lingyu ran with her head down, occasionally looking up to ask Xia He where to go next.

Xia He pointed in any direction, and Zhang Lingyu ran in that direction without the slightest suspicion that Xia He was deceiving him.

If Xia He hadn't joined Quanxing, I wonder if Zhang Lingyu would have said to her, "You're such a nice person."

Just as Zhang Lingyu was running in the direction Xia He pointed, a frantic voice came from one side, causing Zhang Lingyu to frown slightly.

Not only Zhang Lingyu, but even Xia He frowned. In her memory, there shouldn't be anyone in this area.

Sure enough, Zhang Lingyu immediately went over to take a look.

Xia He understood Zhang Lingyu's personality and didn't stop him. Instead, she pressed herself even closer to Zhang Lingyu to make it easier for him to hide.

Through the gaps in the grass, Zhang Lingyu could see two Quanxing people walking down the mountain, cursing and swearing.

"Damn it, the Old Celestial Master really lived up to his reputation! Liao Tietou's head was cracked open! That Golden Light Mantra must be harder than titanium alloy!"

The short-statured Quanxing people muttered, their speech often carrying a sense of complaint.

The burly man beside it, seeing that it was in a bad mood, kindly advised, "Alright, let's go. Do you want to get whipped by the Celestial Master again?"

The short, Quanxing man stopped in his tracks and said sinisterly, "We can't beat the Old Celestial Master, but we can kill his successor to vent our anger..."

Zhang Lingyu was taken aback. 'Were we exposed?'

Just as she was about to get up, she was pressed down again by a soft, warm touch: "It wasn't you."

Xia He said softly.

Another figure leaped down from the tree. The person had a small braid, hands in pockets, and slowly walked towards the two Quanxing members.

"Zhang Chulan?"

Zhang Lingyu was surprised. Why did it feel like the person's demeanor was somewhat different?

At this moment, Zhang Chulan was not as carefree as usual, but rather calm, composed, and with a hint of coldness.

"Surprised? But the real surprise is yet to come..."

Xia He felt very familiar with Zhang Chulan's current state.

There are too many people like this in the Quanxing sect.

This kid's going to kill someone...

Zhang Lingyu remained silent, because the short Quanxing man had already started to move.

He wrapped his Qi in his hand and aimed it straight at Zhang Chulan.

However, Zhang Chulan neither dodged nor avoided the situation, and even closed his eyes, seemingly sensing the moment when he was on the verge of life and death.

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to be beaten bloody... Zhang Chulan suddenly opened his eyes, instantly unleashing his lightning strike. Lightning surged around him, his speed reaching its peak. His palm, enveloped in lightning, moved like a swift blade, directly striking the man's neck...

Another member of the Quanxing sect tried to step forward, but Zhang Chulan was even faster, piercing straight through his heart. His hand, stained with blood, was slowly pulled out...

In an instant, two lives were lost in this world...

Chapter 87 Martial Arts Exchange Meeting

Is this Zhang Chulan?

Zhang Lingyu couldn't believe it; this was completely different from the Zhang Chulan he remembered.

"What's wrong? Stunned, aren't you...?"

Xia He couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle when she saw Zhang Lingyu staring in disbelief.

Zhang Lingyu remained silent.

Even though Zhang Chulan ultimately defeated Xia Linyuan, his impression of Zhang Chulan never changed.

In his mind, Zhang Chulan was just a shameless college student with some tricks up his sleeve, yet this ordinary college student was able to kill two people instantly without batting an eye.

This stark contrast truly gave Zhang Lingyu a tremendous visual impact.

Seeing Zhang Chulan leave, Zhang Lingyu was about to chase after him, but before she could move, Xia He stopped her: "Aren't you going to find your master? Your master is getting old; if something happens to him, I won't be responsible!"

Zhang Lingyu remained expressionless, simply staring at Xia He.

They didn't say anything, yet it was as if they said everything. And they talked quite a lot.

Xia He was also taken aback after speaking. She coughed awkwardly and silently pointed in a direction.

Zhang Lingyu sighed softly and ran over.

......

the other side

The battle between Xia Linyuan and Ding Shian has begun.

Ding Shian's blood was boiling, his fighting spirit soaring. He only had Xia Linyuan as his opponent, completely oblivious to the fact that the Celestial Master's three disciples had long since given up on interfering and were simply watching the show from the sidelines.

Zhao Huanjin even broke off a large tree and laid it horizontally on the ground.

The three sat in a row, watching with great interest.

Liang Guofu pulled a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket. Although some of the seeds had been smashed by Ding Shian during the fight, they were still edible.

Liang Guofu distributed the portions to his two senior fellow students.

The three of them watched the match between the two with great enjoyment.

Whoosh!

boom!

Ding Shian and Xia Linyuan ran as fast as they could.

Xia Linyuan's method of exerting force was exactly the same as Ding Shian's. His speed was in no way inferior to Ding Shian's.

In the blink of an eye, the two collided.

Xia Linyuan clearly understood Ding Shian's thought process and tactics. He reacted the moment Ding Shian threw a punch, feinting to block Ding Shian's fist with his right hand while striking Ding Shian's elbow in the crook of his arm with his left. Then, he delivered a straight punch to Ding Shian's face.

The body, infused with the power of faith and innate Qi, greatly amplified Xia Linyuan's strength. Even though there was still a gap between their powers, it wasn't significant.

Ding Shian dodged the punch by tilting his head, his fighting spirit soaring. Powerful, solid Qi surged in his hand, and he unleashed a palm strike.

Flames flickered in Xia Linyuan's eyes as he unleashed a palm strike into the air.

Posture, Qi (vital energy), timing.

The two were like twins trained by the same master, their tacit understanding was eerily perfect.

boom!

Intense palm strikes clashed upwards.

The enormous energy spread outwards.

An excited glint flashed in Ding Shian's eyes.

So that's how I use the Splitting Palm technique.

The angle could be even more tricky...

If it can be improved...

Ding Shian's brain was constantly working, but his body didn't stop. His feet moved so fast that afterimages appeared, and his body surged forward like a whirlwind.

Xia Linyuan also moved. Golden light flowed in his hand, forming a heavy ruler, which he rushed towards Ding Shian and pressed forward.

Ding Shian's face was filled with an excited smile; nothing excited him more than his own improvement in strength. Innate Qi surged in his palms, emitting a deep blue light.

Flames flickered in Xia Linyuan's eyes as he clearly sensed that Ding Shian's change this time meant that his thoughts were now in sync with Ding Shian's, adding another piece to Xia Linyuan's understanding of Ding Shian.

To portray a character well, one must observe and thoroughly understand their emotions, including joy, anger, sorrow, fear, and happiness. Only then can one perform well. To make a performance vivid, one must capture the essence of the character. This requires understanding the thought process behind every action of the other actor...

Too much is not good; it will backfire.

Too little is also not good; it will create cognitive blind spots.

As long as it's just right.

Having understood Ding Shian's actions, he did not immediately attack Ding Shian with the heavy ruler in his hand, but instead tilted it slightly and slashed down.

Just then, Ding Shian also struck out with his palm, which landed squarely on Xia Linyuan's heavy ruler.

A tremendous force struck, and Ding Shian gasped. He quickly dissipated the force, creating distance between himself and Xia Linyuan, not giving Xia Linyuan a chance to close the gap.

"This young man is quite capable."

Liang Guofu couldn't help but sigh.

Zhang Qianhe turned his head slightly: "Ding Shian is not using his full strength. He is using this young man to hone his martial arts skills. After years of honing his skills, Ding Shian's martial arts have almost reached their limit. He has mastered common moves to the point where they are comparable to those of a grandmaster!"

"However, this young man is quite remarkable to be able to spar with Ding Shian at such a young age."

"He has a name, Xia Linyuan..."

At this moment, Zhao Huanjin finally couldn't help but speak up and remind him.