Revelation of the Way of Heaven

"Arhat Fist!" Lu Lei shouted, and then threw a punch at Wei Feng in front of him. Wisps of white steam rose from his rapidly advancing fist.

Just as Lu Lei's fist was about to hit Wei Feng's face, Wei Feng suddenly put his left hand on Lu Lei's forearm, and then his right hand on Lu Lei's arm. With a twist of his body and a push, he deflected Lu Lei's force to the side, while Lu Lei's right hand passed under his left arm and struck Wei Feng's chest.

Wei Feng leaned back, barely dodging Lu Lei's right fist. Immediately afterward, Lu Lei's right leg swept towards Wei Feng's left shoulder. Wei Feng seized the opportunity to push forward with both hands, and he floated back two meters like a feather.

Wei Feng, having created some distance, immediately began forming hand seals, while Lu Lei launched another attack. As his second attack was about to strike Wei Feng, a layer of earthen-yellow armor began to appear in front of Wei Feng.

At the same time, a point of light suddenly appeared between the two. At first, the point of light was very small, but in an instant, it turned into a dazzling white light, like a flashbang that suddenly exploded, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes. Naturally, the attack stopped.

"Alright, let's end today's competition here, otherwise there won't be any suspense on the field." Zhang Chenyang's voice came from the white light.

As the white light dissipated, the two people who had just fought were revealed. Lu Lei was panting heavily as he looked at Wei Feng, his hands already switched from an attack stance to a defensive one.

Upon hearing Zhang Chenyang's voice, both of them dropped their stances. Lu Lei cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Wei Feng: "Senior Brother Wei truly lives up to his reputation as a prized disciple of the Wudang Sect. I admire you greatly."

"Brother Lu's Shaolin Kung Fu has broadened my horizons," Wei Feng replied politely.

"It seems this championship won't be as easy as we thought," Zhang Chenyang said to Wei Feng with a smile. "I really hope we'll face one of you in the final. I think you won't let us down, right?"

"Don't worry, the contest between me and Senior Brother Lu is still ongoing," Wei Feng replied casually.

"That's good. Consider this an agreement between our two teams, and also an agreement between me and my goddess." Zhang Chenyang looked at Guo Shiyi with heart-shaped eyes once again. "By the way, what's your team's name?"

"Team name?" Wei Feng frowned. "We haven't decided on a team name yet."

"I hope to hear your team's name in the finals no matter what." Zhang Chenyang smiled, then said to Peng Chengyumo and Lu Lei, "We should go train too."

"They really are confident." Qin Xiaochuan couldn't help but curl his lips. They keep talking about the finals. They're so arrogant.

"Their strength is undeniable. Lu Lei is already on par with me, and Zhang Chenyang, as the captain, is definitely stronger." Wei Feng stared thoughtfully at the three figures as they walked away.

"No matter how strong you are, you won't be as strong as Shiyi," Qin Xiaochuan said nonchalantly, then smiled at Guo Shiyi.

"Of course." Guo Shiyi forgot that she had just said Qin Xiaochuan was arrogant. In fact, she herself was hardly modest. Not only that, she also mocked Qin Xiaochuan, "Speaking of which, you better not hold us back."

"Hey, don't underestimate me. When I show my full strength, you'll be surprised."

"Then I'll wait and see." Guo Shiyi tossed her hair. "What do you guys think would be a good name for our team?"

"The Qilin Team." Because he had been practicing the Qilin Armor skills for the past few days, Qin Xiaochuan said the name without even thinking.

"Sounds good." Wei Feng nodded with a smile.

"Since you all think this way, from now on our team will be officially named 'Qilin Team'." Guo Shiyi clenched her right fist, raised it halfway above her head, and said with high spirits, "Then our Qilin Team will train hard for the competition."

"Great!" The girl's enthusiasm once again successfully infected the other two.

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Time flies, especially during constant training.

The official competition starts in one day.

Qin Xiaochuan never expected that he would go looking for Xia Ruoyi again.

He originally thought that after the last incident, there would be no more relationship between him and the other party. Perhaps there really was no relationship, but he just couldn't let go.

He gripped the ticket in his hand. These past few days, he had suddenly started tossing and turning, unable to sleep. It wasn't because of excitement, but because a strong desire had suddenly risen in his heart. He hoped that Xia Ruoyi could appear in the audience on the day of the competition. He wanted her to see his strength, and even more so, he wanted her to see his efforts.

He wanted her approval.

It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was a little noisy. Qin Xiaochuan's gaze remained fixed on the window. The sycamore trees outside had all turned yellow and withered. A gust of wind would send countless withered leaves fluttering down from the trees. Their final mission was simply to make all the leaves on the trees fall away.

He didn't know if Xia Ruoyi would come. Although he sent her a text message, she didn't reply, and calling her was pointless.

Qin Xiaochuan regretted choosing this place. This place held too many memories, and he had to relive them all before Xia Ruoyi arrived, which was truly a sad thing.

"What is it?" Xia Ruoyi finally arrived, but she didn't even sit down. She just stood in front of the dining table, her gaze towards him filled with indifference.

Clearly, she was telling him through her actions that he should get to the point and that she didn't want to waste any more time with him.

Xia Ruoyi was wearing a light yellow jacket over a white T-shirt with English letters printed on it. The lower half of her hair was permed and dyed light yellow. These were probably recent changes, and she looked quite fashionable. However, Qin Xiaochuan felt that this style did not suit her temperament.

He said to her, "Please sit down first."

She neither refused nor sat down as he suggested; she simply stood there in silence.

silence.

"Don't you want to say a single word to me anymore?" He suddenly felt a surge of anger and sadness.

"Let me order you a milk tea first, red bean one, please?" He could only say helplessly. No matter how angry and upset he was, he could only compromise. He didn't even know what to say to the other person, let alone hand over the ticket in his hand.

However, she remained silent.

There was nothing he could do but stand up and prepare to go to the counter to get her a cup of red bean milk tea.

"What do you want from me? Tell me quickly." She finally spoke, but her tone was filled with endless indifference and impatience.

"Can you sit down and talk first?" He could barely contain his anger, and his voice rose several decibels. Many people in the restaurant heard him, and for a moment, many eyes turned to him.

However, she remained standing there quietly, without saying a word.

Qin Xiaochuan suddenly felt that Xia Ruoyi in front of him had become a stranger. He had never seen her so stubborn before.

"Are you going to the game the day after tomorrow?" He finally produced the tickets. He knew his tone was anything but gentle, even cold, which wasn't his intention, but he couldn't control himself. If he didn't, he wouldn't have been able to say those words or hand the tickets to her.

For a long time afterward, he wondered why things had turned out this way, why he couldn't have been calmer, why he couldn't have been gentler in front of her, like before. But he just couldn't understand it, just like he couldn't understand why Xia Ruoyi was so cold to him even though she had already come to the appointment, why she deliberately embarrassed him.

One afternoon, much later, he sat in a coffee shop drinking a very bitter cup of coffee, while a low, slow song played repeatedly in the quiet coffee shop.

It was a very clear and pure female voice, and the whole song was filled with a gentle reminiscence of the past, but not sad. Because the voice was relatively low, he didn't hear the lyrics clearly at first, but later he thought the song was really nice, so he listened carefully to a couple of lines, and for the rest of the afternoon, that line of lyrics kept repeating in his mind.

If we hadn't been so proud when we were young, how could we have been willing to let each other go?