The Infinitely Fusion of Everyday World

After receiving the book Fundamentals of Martial Arts, Qu Ning left happily, but of course he did not show it too obviously, leaving Meihua and Lanhua alone to wonder.

Qu Ning randomly found a corner, opened the book, and first looked at the table of contents. The table of contents was full of "Basics of Boxing", "Basics of Palm Techniques", "Basics of Sword Techniques", etc. Qu Ning quickly found the "Basics of Internal Strength" section as he read on.

"This 'Basics of Martial Arts' is too comprehensive. There won't be any other books like 'Basics of Immortal Cultivation', 'Basics of Magic', 'Basics of Psychic Power', etc." Qu Ning couldn't help but mutter, but quickly restrained his mind from wandering again, "Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. I'd better see if there are any related techniques in the Basics of Internal Power."

It must be said that it is a space product, and the content is quite complete. Qu Ning quickly found the application of blocking the five senses. Then he focused on blocking hearing, which recorded more than one method. Although Qu Ning tried his best to pick a relatively simple trick, it was still very difficult. Even if Qu Ning followed the instructions, he still failed occasionally.

Before Qu Ning could become completely familiar with the situation, it was time for him to compete.

Although I have watched others compete countless times, this is my first time to participate in the competition. Some of the checks I usually do for others, such as body searches to prevent concealed weapons, were used on me by others. This change of perspective made Qu Ning feel quite interesting. The slightly tense mood due to the promise, or the transaction, also relaxed more and more.

The referee this time was Cheetah Hattori, who had 17 years of experience. According to the normal process, all referees who joined Kengankai in recent years had to be trained by him. But Qu Ning entered through the back door, so he skipped the normal training and just went through the process. So although he didn't show much, he didn't like Qu Ning very much.

However, Qu Ning, who usually does not interact with others, is unaware of this and is still immersed in those little tricks.

Hattori looked at the two of them. Qu Ning seemed to be in a daze, while Yokota Masayoshi on the other side had already set up his stance, looking like he was serious about the game. So this time he did not ask if either side was ready, but directly raised his hand and shouted, "Ready!"

Qu Ning came back to his senses after hearing the referee's shout. However, before he could calm down, Cheetah Hattori shouted again: "Start!"

At the referee's command, Yokota Masayasu rushed over. Qu Ning was so shocked by the attack that all he could think of was the instant kill that Ye Ran had mentioned, so he subconsciously used the move that he had suddenly thought of today.

Qu Ning put his right index finger and middle finger together, and while channeling his inner strength into his fingers, he kept repeating in his mind: "This is a sword, this is a sword, this is a sword..."

Due to repeated practice, this time, with just a few silent recitations, Yokota Masayasu had just run halfway when Qu Ning entered the state again and turned his fingers into swords!

Seeing that Yokota was about to rush to him, Qu Ning let go of the thought "this is a sword" and kept repeating "hard, hard, hard..."

While trying to change the nature of his internal force, Qu Ning raised his right hand and pointed the sword out.

Yokota looked down on the fighter on the other side. Look, he looked like a boxer, but his posture was as casual as those Kengan members who were watching. Oh, maybe he was a little straighter than them, but look at his lifeless eyes, was he distracted?

How arrogant! Yokota felt a surge of anger. He couldn't wait to move forward as soon as the referee gave the order. He really wanted to punch him in the face and see his embarrassed expression.

But how did the other party respond? He just poked his finger out indifferently. Finger!

"Then interrupt it!"

Yokota thought so, stepped heavily with his left foot, and punched out with his right fist placed on his waist. This punch mobilized the whole body's strength, and this punch took advantage of the unparalleled forward momentum, and this punch released his nameless anger! Yokota felt extremely comfortable. This was a rare peak punch for him. He was very sure that this punch could break the opponent's fingers, crush his spirit, and lay a solid foundation for his victory!

"Use your fingers?" Cheetah Hattori was puzzled by Qu Ning's response. He was a good wrestler and also worked as a fighter for a while, but later he became a referee because of a serious injury. Therefore, he thought that his vision was not bad, even better than when he was a fighter.

Therefore, he couldn't understand Qu Ning's choice. He was sure that he couldn't see any part of Qu Ning's body had been trained. Just those white and clean fingers? They were so slender and white that many women couldn't compare to them. Don't be funny. If those fingers collided with the fist full of calluses on the other side, there would only be one result!

"The fourth brother is really good at pretending," the second brother stroked his stubbled chin, seeming to be in distress, "When can I pretend like this..."

"Skills?" Ye Ran looked at him coldly, his lenses flashing.

"Is this guy an idiot?" Countless Kengan members thought so, and the Kengan members who bet on Qu Ning cursed out loud.

So, amidst the confusion in everyone's minds, Qu Ning thought "hard, hard, hard" and pointed his sword at the opponent's fist.

There was a split second of collision, and Qu Ning withdrew his fingers immediately. However, the result of the collision was beyond most people's expectations.

Qu Ning's fingers were not injured at all, only a few drops of blood showed his victory. And looking at Yokota, who was so aggressive just now, he was already kneeling on the ground with his right hand in his arms.

In the collision just now, Qu Ning's sword finger hit Yokota's middle finger and ring finger, directly breaking the two fingers, leaving only a little flesh connected. Then Qu Ning's fingertips pushed the broken flesh into his palm, leaving two more bloody holes, and then he retracted his sword finger, leaving it like this now.

Yokota kept wailing on the ground, tears streaming from his red eyes. He raised his head as if he wanted to say something, but Qu Ning had already kicked out with his right foot, and the quick kick turned into a whip shadow, pointing directly at his temple.

But Qu Ning's right foot still stopped in front of his temple, and the air waves it brought out blew his tears and the small braids behind his head away, and an angry expression remained on his face.

At that moment, Yokota truly felt death, and the scene of his brain bursting out appeared in his mind. So after a moment of peace, he collapsed. His nose and tears flowed together, and he cried out: "I give up! I give up!!"

Qu Ning speechlessly retracted his right foot. The referee quickly announced the result of the match and called on medical staff to carry Yokota Shoujing off the court.

Cheetah Hattori walked closer to Qu Ning, looked at him with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but say: "It would be better if you just kicked him unconscious. This kind of kick makes him face death directly. Not all fighters come with the awareness of possible death. Most of them are just doing it for the money."

"This kind of facing death is still too exciting for them. Even I at that time... forget it." Hattori stopped talking halfway and patted Qu Ning on the shoulder. "There are still two games left. Come on."

Qu Ning looked at Cheetah Hattori strangely, who suddenly spoke in a serious tone, and thought it was just the care from his senior, so he nodded and concentrated on closing his ears.

As for the second opponent, I don't know if he was scared by the last match, or if he was just too useless without the language interference. Qu Ning caught him in two or three moves, and before his fist landed on his face, he yelled that he had given up. The three presidents were so angry that they almost jumped up, and could only keep cursing at him for being useless.

So there was only one game left out of the three games, and Lao Er and his team only had a dozen minutes left to return.