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"enough!"

With a loud shout, Fu Zhengyi unleashed his spiritual power, forcefully swinging his crossed arms outwards, shattering the protective energy and knocking Yuan Ji back.

He seized the opportunity to question me: "What exactly do you want! You asked me to meet here, but attacked me without saying a word. Have you been mind-controlled by a monster?"

Yuan Ji did not continue his attack, but coldly asked, "I'll ask you the same question. I also want to know, what exactly do you want to do?"

What are you talking about that's so nonsensical?

"At this point, are you still going to pretend you don't know anything?" Yuan Ji sneered. "What do you mean by sending someone to secretly meet with my next opponent and asking him to throw the match?"

Fu Zhengyi frowned, his gaze somewhat blank, and said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all."

"Fu Zhengyi, you really disappoint me. Can't you even be responsible for your actions?"

“If I did it, I will naturally admit it. Why should I admit it if I didn’t do it? You attacked me right away and then inexplicably pinned a crime on me without explaining the whole story. Even if you’re trying to frame me, at least produce some fabricated evidence, right? Since you’re so sure that I did something, where are the witnesses and physical evidence?”

"I have no evidence."

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhengyi sighed helplessly and said, "You still can't get rid of your impatience. This makes you easy to be taken advantage of. Fine, for the sake of our fellow disciples, I won't blame you this time. I just ask that next time you suspect me, at least gather evidence and clarify things first, otherwise you'll just be used in vain."

His face showed disappointment, like an elder seeing a useless junior, shaking his head and about to leave.

However, Yuan Ji raised his Azure Dragon Halberd, blocking the other party's path, and said, "Although I don't have evidence now, it's not easy for a psychic to find evidence. Just find a psychic who can detect lies, ask them a question, and the evidence will be there."

Fu Zhengyi said, "I know you've always had a prejudice against me, but I didn't expect it to be this deep. Fine, if you want to find someone to detect my lies, then go ahead. This is a good opportunity to prove my innocence."

“You’re so confident, it seems you’ve already prepared a plan,” Yuan Ji observed suspiciously for a while. “But that’s normal. Lie detection can only determine whether a person is lying, not the truth. There are ways to circumvent it, such as giving yourself psychological suggestions beforehand, which can fool lie detection.”

Fu Zhengyi said helplessly, "You're the one who proposed the lie detection method, and you're also the one who denied it. You can argue with either way. In short, you just want to doubt me."

Yuan Ji said impatiently, "Stop pretending here. Do you really think I can't find out the truth? Besides detecting lies, there are divination and footprint tracking methods. Even if you are very cautious, are the subordinates you sent out as cautious as you?"

"The incident happened just yesterday, and the residual spiritual energy is still abundant. Moreover, Ling Chong personally witnessed the person who persuaded him. As long as we can extract the person's appearance from his memory and find a 'constable' spiritualist, we can trace the source by following the footprints and scents."

"If this method still doesn't work, or if the person has already been eliminated, I can always ask the Holy Maiden Yang Tianhui for help. She has the ability to travel back in time, and no matter how ingenious the arrangement is, it will be useless against time travel."

"It is precisely because of our camaraderie that I am unwilling to make a big fuss and want to save you some face. But you keep pretending to be crazy and fooling me like a fool."

"Of course, you can bet, bet that I'm bluffing, bet that I don't have that kind of determination, and that I'm just bluffing you. So, are you willing to bet?"

Fu Zhengyi remained silent, staring at Yuan Ji for a long time.

He knew the other person's character well; he was someone who would truly take things to the extreme. He couldn't help but sigh and say, "Now that things have come to this, what do you want?"

(Author's note: My eyes have been very uncomfortable these past few days, please allow me to update this short chapter again.)

Chapter 215 Out of sight, out of mind

Faced with Fu Zhengyi's rhetorical question, which was tantamount to an admission, Yuan Ji chuckled and suddenly thrust out his Azure Dragon Halberd.

Fu Zhengyi was prepared. He crossed his arms to block, producing a metallic sound. This time, he didn't retreat even a step, demonstrating his solid foundation.

Seeing this, Yuan Ji advanced instead of retreating, his body swirling with a blue vortex. He used his wind control ability to create a gale that wrapped around his halberd, launching another attack with three times the power and speed of the previous one.

Fu Zhengyi lowered his waist and suddenly exerted force throughout his body, making a slight cracking sound. His hair stood on end, and his eyes became extremely sharp.

"Bajiquan?"

Upon seeing this man's stance, Tang Ping immediately discerned his martial arts foundation. Looking at Yuan Ji now, she noticed the distinct influence of Bajiquan in his halberd technique. It seemed that both of them had studied Bajiquan before becoming psionicists, and their skill levels were quite good.

Don't blame Tang Ping for only realizing this now; reality is not like a martial arts novel.

In martial arts novels, there is often a scene where two masters are dueling, and a passerby who is as knowledgeable as an omniscient person sees the moves one of them uses and immediately recognizes the other's martial arts and school, and then knows all about the other's experiences and background like the back of his hand.

In reality, even a martial arts master like Tang Ping would find it difficult to identify a user's lineage based on a single move. After all, actual combat is not the same as routine practice; it's impossible to follow the stance exactly. Adjustments will definitely be made based on the actual situation. Moreover, as young people who have received modern education and are bombarded with a lot of information, everyone understands the principle of learning from the strengths of others.

In ancient times, with strong sectarianism and each family keeping their own secrets, you wouldn't have the opportunity to learn someone else's martial arts; at most, you could learn by stealing from them in actual combat.

In modern society, there are plenty of learning channels. Online, there are publicly available martial arts manuals and live videos. Offline, there are martial arts schools that will teach for a fee. If you encounter a talented child, they may even be willing to waive the tuition fee, for fear that you will not be willing to learn.

Who says that just because I'm a disciple of Bajiquan, I can't learn Xingyiquan or Taijiquan?

Who hasn't heard the principle of "borrowing"?

Moreover, many boxing styles have the same moves. For example, Wing Chun has the Sun-shaped punch, Shaolin Kung Fu also has the Sun-shaped punch, Tai Chi has the Cannon Fist, and Emei Kung Fu also has the Cannon Fist. So which one is more authentic than the other?

Therefore, unless the opponent adopts a posture that reveals their true strength, or uses an exceptionally famous move, such as Tai Chi Grasping the Sparrow's Tail or Bajiquan Iron Mountain Lean, Tang Ping would find it difficult to recognize them at a glance.

Returning to the present, now that the speculation has been made, Tang Ping looked at the fight between the two again and found that Bajiquan was present everywhere.

Yuan Ji used his halberd as a spear, thrusting at high speed. It was a case of "the spear piercing through a single line, with the force of a thousand pounds." The sound of the spear cutting through the air was as dense as popping beans. Fu Zhengyi lowered his waist and hips, and stepped out with the four-six steps of Bajiquan. His arms opened and closed like iron gates. The force of his fist collided with the gale. Dragon scales and halberd blades splashed a series of sparks.

Seeing that the two were focused on fighting and had no time to pay attention to anything else, and with the sounds of fighting covering their ears, Tang Ping became the commentator and whispered to the others: "In terms of martial arts skills alone, Yuan Ji is much better than Fu Zhengyi, but Fu Zhengyi's physical fitness is too strong. Even when fighting with weapons, he is not at a disadvantage."

In his opinion, Fu Zhengyi's boxing skills could only be considered barely excellent. It was probably because after advancing to a psionicist, he focused more on his spiritual level and neglected his boxing skills, to the point that he couldn't even reach the peak of Ming Jin.

Of course, Fu Zhengyi's choice cannot be said to be wrong. His spiritual power can significantly improve physical fitness, and its effect on improving combat power is far greater than practicing boxing. Ordinary people's master of internal energy would probably be killed in front of him before they could withstand three moves. After all, the difference in their physical fitness is too great. They cannot even use four ounces to move a thousand pounds. It can only be said that everyone has their own ambitions.

Seeing that he couldn't break through with a direct attack, Yuan Ji suddenly changed his offensive strategy, using the "Swimming Body Continuous Thrust" style with Bagua spear characteristics. He used the airflow that wrapped around his body to accelerate his movement, creating many afterimages, as if he had several clones. His halberd blade danced wildly like a dragon and snake, each thrust accompanied by a sharp sound of tearing through the air and cutting out.

Seeing this, Fu Zhengyi hurriedly switched to using his hammer to counter, also known as the Dingyang Needle. At the same time, the Bi'an phantom behind him became even more focused, and dragon scales covered his entire body like a tide, transforming into indestructible armor. Thunder crackled around him as he used this to deal with the wind blades. When his fist collided with the spear shaft, it produced a muffled thunderous roar.

His momentum was even stronger, but he was at a disadvantage in terms of the situation. His defenses were broken through from time to time, and he could only rely on his dragon scales to defend himself.

Tang Ping said, "The two are from the same school. Although Fu Zhengyi has a gap in skills, he makes up for it by being familiar with the moves. Now that Yuan Ji has changed his spear technique, Fu Zhengyi has lost this advantage, and his technical disadvantage has become apparent."

Yu Shujiang asked impatiently, "So Yuan Ji can win this match?"

Ling Chong answered on his behalf: "No, because this is not a life-or-death battle. Yuan Ji just wants to vent his anger. This advantage is not enough to secure victory. Fu Zhengyi is of a higher level. Apart from martial arts, he is superior in all aspects. If it really comes down to a fight, he will be the one to win in the end."

"Oh, what should we do then?" Yu Shujiang asked with a worried expression.

"Let's watch patiently. Since Yuan Ji dared to make a move, he must have some confidence. Just like I said, this isn't a life-or-death battle, and it doesn't necessarily have to be a decisive battle," Ling Chong said.

After a brief stalemate, Yuan Ji's eyes suddenly sharpened as he activated his spiritual power, "Dan Dan Hu Shi" (meaning "Dan Dan Tiger Gaze").

Fu Zhengyi was mentally shocked, and his movements faltered for a moment, but he was of a higher level and also possessed mental energy, so he recovered in a moment.

But this was exactly the momentary opening that Yuan Ji wanted. A violent current of air swirled around the halberd, acting like a propulsion system, propelling the Azure Dragon Halberd out of his hand and flying straight at his opponent's face like a ballista.

Fu Zhengyi used the characteristics of the "True Dragon Bloodline" to draw water to form a wall of water in front of him. Although he was pierced by the Azure Dragon Halberd with a "splash", he successfully slowed down the speed of the Azure Dragon Halberd, greatly reducing its power. He stretched out his hands and firmly grasped the halberd without ignoring its sharp blade.

Just then, Yuan Ji approached like a ghost, his palm surging with hidden energy, and he struck Fu Zhengyi squarely under the armpit, unleashing a burst of power!

"boom!"

A muffled thud shattered the water wall, and the Azure Dragon Halberd was sent flying into the air. Fu Zhengyi was knocked away, half of his body went numb, and he lost control, barely managing to stand up.

Hidden force is not the same as penetrating force, and it can still be blocked by the dragon scales. However, Yuan Ji's palm strike was aimed at the armpit, which was not covered by the dragon scales. It immediately penetrated the defense and entered the body, wreaking havoc in Fu Zhengyi's internal organs.

It strikes like an electric shock, and its force is like a flying needle.

Yuan Ji, having succeeded in her first move, immediately pressed her advantage, taking a step forward and crashing sideways like a mountain. Her speed and force were so great that even the blue bricks on the ground cracked from the force of her attack. This was the signature killing move of Bajiquan, "Iron Mountain Lean".

Fu Zhengyi felt a sweet taste in his throat and swallowed the blood that welled up in his mouth. Without further hesitation, he activated his spiritual energy "Dragon's Might," and an invisible spiritual pressure spread out, suppressing all creatures whose bloodline was lower than that of a dragon.

As a "tiger demon," Yuan Ji was naturally not exempt. She felt as if she were wearing an invisible shackle, making it difficult for her to exert force, hindering her movement, and drastically reducing the power of her moves.

But she already knew that Fu Zhengyi had this spiritual ability, so she had prepared a tactical plan in advance. She immediately inhaled through her nostrils and made a "humph" sound. Her strength, which had been suppressed to half, suddenly burst out and recovered to 80% of its original level. Her whole body was as hard as iron, and the muscles on her arms popped up like vines, strong and powerful. She leaned against it with all her might.

Fu Zhengyi roared, his muscles tensed, and using the dragon scales as cushioning, he twisted his arms to forcefully hold on.

"what!"

Unexpectedly, Yuan Ji opened his mouth and uttered another sound, his strength increasing by another 30%, as he swung his arm and elbowed the opponent like a spear.

Fu Zhengyi could no longer withstand the attack. He felt the iron elbow of his opponent pressing down like a train crashing into him. The internal injuries he had suppressed earlier also flared up, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh." His dragon-scale-covered body flew backward and crashed heavily onto the bluestone slab, shattering it into pieces.

Yuan Ji caught the Azure Dragon Halberd falling from the sky and thrust it straight out.

"Don't go too far!"

With a furious roar, the four elements of water, fire, wind, and thunder suddenly erupted, forming a raging hurricane that swept outwards.

This attack was beyond the scope of martial arts. Yuan Ji swung his halberd to slash and forcefully extinguish the hurricane, but felt an immense force coming from him that he could not resist at all. He was thrown out by the shock and crashed into the city wall. The Azure Dragon Halberd also left his hand and stuck into the bluestone slab.

But she didn't care, ignoring the pain in her back, and mocked, "I thought you could really hold back and only use martial arts to fight. I would really admire you for that."

Fu Zhengyi, looking disheveled, got up from the ground, clutching his still slightly numb arm, and said, "Did you use hidden force just now?"

"Haven't you experienced it firsthand? Why do you still have doubts?"

"I thought this kind of thing was just something invented by our predecessors, but I never thought it could actually be practiced."

"It is precisely because you have this kind of thinking and impure intentions that you will never be able to master it."

Fu Zhengyi sneered, "So what if you can master it? So what if you can't? The limits of martial arts are limited. They are no match for psionic energy."

Yuan Ji sneered, "It's really amazing that you can still say such things with such confidence after being injured by a second-level spiritual energy user using martial arts that is beyond your level. Just in terms of thick skin, you certainly have the right to be proud."

Fu Zhengyi said expressionlessly, "You've been planning this for a long time, so it's normal for me to suffer a loss. I just didn't expect you to have even mastered the 'Hum Ha' Marrow Refining Technique. That old man really knows how to keep secrets. When I asked him if he had it, he swore he didn't."

“If you really want to learn, your master is actually willing to teach you, but he can see through your eagerness for quick success at a glance. He knows you definitely won’t learn it, and then he will find excuses to deny the Marrow Refining Method just like he denied the Dark Force.”

"As a materialist, what's so strange about me not believing in things I haven't seen? The old man talks a good game, but he himself hasn't mastered the hidden power."

"Master mastered the secret power when he was young, but now that he is old, his blood and energy have declined, so it is normal that he can't use it. The secret power requires the mind and intention to be in harmony, the intention and energy to be in harmony, and the energy and strength to be in harmony. It is not like the internal power in martial arts novels, where the older you get, the deeper your skill becomes."

"I don't believe it just because I haven't seen it before, but once I see you master it with my own eyes, I will naturally change my mind. In the end, it's just that the old man has his own selfish motives."

Yuan Ji chuckled and said, "In a whore's eyes, everyone is a slut. You are the most selfish, yet you still slander others. Even if your master taught you the 'Hum Ha' Marrow Refining Technique, you wouldn't spend time practicing it. You would only use it as a bargaining chip to exchange for benefits with others. Do you dare say you wouldn't do that?"

Fu Zhengyi shook his head and said, "What's there to say or not say when nothing has happened? It's just that I'm in the wrong right now, so I'll let you throw mud at me as you please, just to vent your anger."

"You sound so aggrieved. Could it be that I've wronged you?"

"..."

"Actually, my master had warned me long ago that you are outwardly magnanimous but inwardly jealous. You are narrow-minded but know how to pretend. So you are exceptionally magnanimous to those who are less talented than you and can put on a respectful attitude, but you are jealous and harsh to those who are more talented than you."

"I have to admit, Jiang is still old. I didn't think much of it back then, thinking that since you had awakened your spiritual power, you would change to some extent. But I forgot the old saying—a leopard can't change its spots!"

Upon hearing the last sentence, Fu Zhengyi's forehead veins bulged and his fists clenched, but he still managed to hold back, his chest heaving as he said, "If you have grievances, just report me to the organization. What's the point of indulging in a moment of verbal sparring?"

“I’m not a petty person like you. Since I said I wouldn’t make a big deal out of our camaraderie, I will keep my word.” Yuan Ji slung the Azure Dragon Halberd over his shoulder. “After this sports meet, I will apply to be transferred from the Lin’an Spiritual Energy Administration Bureau so I can get away with not seeing it.”

She strode out, brushing past Fu Zhengyi, and sneered, "Your True Dragon Bi'an Spirit Rank is nothing special. I'll come back and settle things with you when I advance to the third level."

Fu Zhengyi watched Yuan Ji leave with a gloomy expression until his figure disappeared from sight. Then he snorted coldly, angrily flicked his hand, and left a long palm mark on the bluestone surface with a violent palm force before striding away.

After a while, Tang Ping and the other three walked out from the corner with satisfied expressions.

Ling Chong exclaimed, "What a show!"

Yu Shujiang said disappointedly, "That guy named Fu Zhengyi's actions are completely contrary to his name. As a leader and fellow disciple, he actually did such a thing because he was jealous of his subordinate. Is this the darkness of adult society?"

Tang Ping asked curiously, "Isn't there any backstabbing or infighting in your girls' dormitories?"

"Well..." Yu Shujiang thought for a while, then said dejectedly, "Okay, the school is just as dark, only the methods are a bit more superficial."

Yunyanzi suddenly spoke up: "I think this Fu Zhengyi has some merits."

"How to say?"

"The influence of a unique spiritual personality on a psychic is far greater than that of a general spiritual personality, yet he was able to always remain true to himself and unmoved, which is quite remarkable in itself—the only pity is that his nature is not very good."

Yu Shujiang said regretfully, "He would have been better off losing himself."

Seeing Ling Chong's serious expression, Tang Ping asked, "What's wrong? Have you lost confidence just because you watched one battle?"

"I wouldn't say I've lost confidence, but I've certainly lost my absolute certainty of victory; it's a hidden struggle..."

Ling Chong remained silent for a long while before uttering the same exclamation as Fu Zhengyi: "Can this thing really be mastered?"

For a moment, Tang Ping didn't know what to say.

Chapter 216 The Formulas of Culinary Works

Unlike Yuan Ji and Fu Zhengyi, who learned martial arts before awakening their psychic powers, Ling Chong only began practicing martial arts after becoming a psychic. Considering his own psychic type, he mainly focused on Shaolin Kung Fu.

Of course, his choice is meaningless. In reality, martial arts do not have Buddhist or Taoist attributes; they are simply a form of physical movement. Even Shaolin Kung Fu may not have been created by monks.

Relying on his exceptional physical abilities as a psionicist, Ling Chong learns any martial art very quickly. White Crane Fist, Arhat Fist, Five Elements Fist, Shaolin Long Fist... techniques that others take years to master, he can learn in a few months, and he can easily defeat those monks who have studied for more than ten years.

If martial arts were a power-up system like in fantasy cultivation novels, Ling Chong would definitely have reached the Great Perfection of Ming Jin and could easily advance to the An Jin realm.

Unfortunately, hidden strength is just a technique for generating power, not a realm in the strict sense. There is no such thing as someone mastering hidden strength and thus having their life sublimated and their overall strength greatly improved.

Of course, applying the techniques of generating internal force to daily training can indeed further improve physical fitness, but this is also a slow and painstaking process, and it is not as efficient as spiritual energy cultivation.

Therefore, even though Ling Chong can easily defeat real-world masters of the Transformation Realm, he hasn't even touched the threshold of the Dark Force Realm, and doesn't even know where the threshold of the Dark Force Realm is.

Tang Ping didn't mind telling Ling Chong the cultivation techniques of Dark Force, but now was not the right time. Ling Chong didn't have the talent to learn martial arts instantly. If she told him now, he would probably be unable to suppress his curiosity and try to practice all night, which would delay tomorrow's battle.