I will be stronger after the remake

"Second move!"

Tang Ping roared again, his dagger flashing out a series of sword shadows that swept out like a raging storm.

Zhao Yeman gritted her teeth and fought back, brandishing her longsword. The sword shadows and blade light intertwined, sparks flew everywhere, but under Tang Ping's fierce offensive, she gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, staggered, and retreated repeatedly on the bridge.

"The final move!"

The first two moves were ordinary, mundane techniques: the first was gravity-based, and the second was speed-based. There was nothing particularly eye-catching about them. They were simply taking advantage of Zhao Yeman's momentary panic, but they were still far from enough to defeat her.

However, the third move was different from the first two moves just by looking at its momentum. Tang Ping's spiritual pressure exploded, spiritual power surged, and the ring knife ignited with a three-inch-high crimson flame, making him look like a bright king who eliminates evil karma. It was "Brahma Flame Destroys Karmic Obstacles"!

Zhao Yeman's pupils dilated. Her heart pounded with fear as she tried to avoid the enemy's attack, but being on the narrow suspension bridge, she had no way to avoid it. She could only grit her teeth and forcefully urge her spiritual power to swing her sword and unleash a chilling sword light, creating an impenetrable wall of sharp light in front of her, trying to block the attack at all costs.

The sword's edge was her trump card.

However, Tang Ping found this technique of using spiritual power too superficial. Immediately, the sword, carrying a scorching aura, slashed down with a roar. Flames easily tore through the light wall, engulfing the sword's light and turning into sparks that scattered in all directions.

Zhao Yeman groaned as she was knocked back, her left shoulder burned by the flames, her skin charred black, and her longsword was also cut in half, leaving only a broken blade.

However, she ultimately withstood the blow.

As long as the other party keeps their promise...

Just as Zhao Yeman was praying, her foot suddenly collapsed, and she staggered. Turning her head, she saw that the ropes supporting the suspension bridge had been forcibly cut, and the planks were burning from the flames.

Click!

The ropes, unable to bear the weight, snapped, and the suspension bridge tilted violently. At the same time, Tang Ping swung his knife and cut the ropes and planks of the suspension bridge in front of him.

Zhao Yeman was shocked and tried to use her lightness skill to leap towards the suspension bridge behind Tang Ping, but she was suddenly overcome by a burning pain in her body. She was unable to mobilize her spiritual power and could not put any force on her feet. She could only fall uncontrollably down the broken bridge.

Chapter 219 Closing Ceremony

Zhao Yeman's "Hero" spirit type is agile rather than strength-based. Therefore, the confined space and the suspension bridge environment, which seems to be indifferent to either side, is actually quite disadvantageous to her.

Furthermore, Tang Ping's first two strikes seemed ordinary and unremarkable, something any expert of the same level could have done. However, these two strikes were actually tactically significant.

The first strike was a surprise attack amidst the chaos, a forceful assault, but its true purpose was to pressure Zhao Yeman's actions and disrupt her subsequent attacks.

The second, high-frequency, rapid attack further restricted Zhao Yeman's movement range, preventing her from utilizing her agility and forcing her to obediently parry the third attack.

As for the third strike, there's not much to say about it; it's simply a finishing blow delivered after accumulating an advantage, and since spiritual energy and martial arts can penetrate the body, it's virtually impossible to defend against.

Caught completely off guard, Zhao Yeman was unable to withstand the three blows and was knocked out of the arena, which was to be expected. It's unlikely that anyone else could have done better.

But then again, even with a thousand or ten thousand reasons, she still lost in the end, and was defeated in front of everyone by three blows, which was explicitly stated beforehand.

Zhao Yeman could easily imagine that today's battle would spread like wildfire and become the talk of the town, and that she, as the loser, would inevitably be reduced to a clown-like character in the story, used to highlight Tang Ping's strength.

For a moment, she was both ashamed and angry as she landed on the ground. She almost couldn't help but show her displeasure and leave without regard for the etiquette of the martial arts competition.

However, she ultimately retained some rationality, and as a knowledgeable celebrity with considerable experience in public relations, she was even more aware that if she lost even the last bit of dignity, it would be truly irreparable, and she would have no qualms about being ridiculed by others.

Only by showing that you can accept defeat can you leave a good impression on others.

As for the identity of a celebrity, it may have a certain halo in the eyes of ordinary people, but for psionicists, it is really just an actor among the lowest of the low.

If she hadn't become a star to portray Lingo, she probably would have been looked down upon by her peers.

The glory left by the older generation of people's artists has long been squandered by a bunch of out-of-touch celebrities and traffic stars with no professional ethics.

Many people have seen through it all: so-called celebrities are neither people nor artists.

After quickly understanding all this, Zhao Yeman suppressed the shame that made her want to dig a hole and crawl into it, and pretended to be calm and said: "The three-move agreement is full of weight. The first move is like a demon demanding a life, with the cold light striking before the blade arrives; the second move is like a raging wave crashing on the shore, with the shadows of the blades dense and impenetrable; the third move is even more earth-shattering and ghost-weeping. In the instant when the raging flames burned the sky, I realized what the true Buddhist secret art is."

Tang Ping naturally sensed Zhao Yeman's insincerity, but since the other party had done a good job of putting on a show, he was quite polite and said, "I used a little psychological manipulation and managed to succeed by chance. I hope you won't mind."

"It was not by chance, but by strategy. I was defeated by you today because my skills were inferior. I hope there will be another opportunity in the future to experience your amazing swordsmanship."

Originally, it was just a reluctant remark meant to maintain appearances, but as she spoke, Zhao Yeman felt that there was nothing wrong with describing it that way. She immediately straightened her body, which was burned by the flames, and clasped her hands in a salute.

In this way, even if he still can't avoid being ridiculed, at least his role has changed from the clown to the supporting character, so the ridicule is less intense.

The referee saw that both sides displayed exceptional sportsmanship, a rarity in previous finals. Although the match was short and somewhat anticlimactic, the referee praised both for their exemplary conduct, commending them for being "neither arrogant in victory nor discouraged in defeat, and for their impeccable manners, truly exemplary."

Tang Ping and Zhao Yeman quickly and modestly said, "You flatter me."

There was no other way, because the referee for this match was Gai Shiying, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, one of only five fourth-level psionicists in the country.

Sending a fourth-tier psionicist as the referee for the finals serves two purposes: firstly, it demonstrates the official importance placed on the competition and elevates its prestige; secondly, it allows for timely intervention to save the day when the two sides are locked in a fierce battle.

Gai Shiying nodded in satisfaction before announcing the outcome of the battle and declaring Tang Ping the champion of the martial arts tournament. Usually, the title "second-tier group" would be added before the champion, but Gai Shiying liked Tang Ping, so he gave him a slight boost.

Tang Ping returned with honors, and many strangers took the initiative to strike up conversations and make friends with him. After all, even a fool could see his potential, and making acquaintances now would provide a suitable excuse when he needed help in the future.

That evening, the four contestants from the Jiangcheng Psionic Administration held a small celebration banquet.

When the atmosphere reached its peak, Ling Chong patted his chest and said that when he also won the championship, the Jiangcheng Spiritual Energy Administration could be called the Triple Crown King, and all units across the country would remember their name.

Then, in the final on the second day, Ling Chong was one step behind and was defeated by his opponent, finishing as runner-up.

Tang Ping was not surprised by this result, after all, Ling Chong had already raised enough flags.

Moreover, the opponent was clearly well-prepared and had carefully considered tactics against Ling Chong. When facing the unfamiliar Zen Sea Knife Technique, he used skill to attack its weaknesses, and when facing the Brahma Wheel Breaking Boundary Finger, he used stones as hidden weapons to intercept it.

Not only that, he also referenced Yuan Ji's method and forcibly broke through Ling Chong's protective aura using similar means, which can be said to have made the preparations for the battle to the extreme.

Ling Chong was greatly discouraged by his defeat. He also remembered Tang Ping's advice before the competition and felt even more ashamed. Before all the events of the sports meet were over, he took his leave and left, citing official business, and returned to the Spirit Energy Administration Bureau.

Although Tang Ping was somewhat worried, Ling Chong was already an adult and a male, so he could only rely on himself to get through it. Besides, if he tried to comfort him, it would most likely backfire and make the other party feel even more ashamed.

In addition, he also had the task of filming recruitment videos, and since he had promised others, he had to do his best to fulfill that promise.

So Tang Ping specifically inquired with the local psychic energy management bureau and, after learning where there were any untreated monsters, led official staff to film them.

During the battle, he used dazzling spiritual techniques and martial arts as much as possible, making the visual effects more spectacular. At least the staff in charge of filming praised it highly after watching it.

Zhao Yeman was also one of the photographers. She was already used to working under the spotlight and performed more naturally than Tang Ping, leaving the photographer with nothing to criticize.

After completing their filming mission, as everyone was about to part ways, Zhao Yeman asked Tang Ping, "I heard you're currently affiliated with the Jiangcheng Psychic Energy Management Bureau?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Have you forgotten already after just a few days? I told you before that I would come to your door again to learn your swordsmanship if I had the chance in the future. Did you think I was just being polite?"

Zhao Yeman said with a smile.

(The author is taking his wife to the hospital for a postpartum checkup, so there will only be one short chapter today.)

Chapter 220 Revealing the Transformation Force

There was no other compensation besides the 20,000 yuan appearance fee for filming a recruitment video, since this matter was also beneficial to Tang Ping.

In the future, when the Psionic Management Bureaus in various places recruit new members, they will play this video, which will invisibly expand his reputation. It's a pity that his current spiritual status does not need to rely on fame to perform, otherwise his performance level would probably increase rapidly.

In addition to winning the martial arts championship in the second-tier group, the organization also gave him three pills to increase his spiritual power and an opportunity to make a request, besides a medal.

Actually, Tang Ping knew Uncle Jiang. The three pills that increased spiritual power were not very valuable, and were not as meaningful as some pills that strengthened the foundation and nourished the source. However, given his current strength and status, he was not qualified to bargain with the organization and could only accept them honestly.

When it came to making a request, Tang Ping decisively chose to communicate with the Arhat statue. This was the most cost-effective way for Tang Ping to reward himself, and he also looked forward to meeting the Master of Imagination again and learning more about his "King of Machines" technique.

Unfortunately, he ultimately failed to achieve his wish; the chosen Arhat statue only passed on to him a palm technique called "Buddha's Great Compassion Palm."

This martial art is far inferior to the Zen Sea Saber Technique, let alone the Machine King Fist, but it is easy to learn and master. Tang Ping practiced it twice with the monk in the spiritual world and had already mastered it.

Yuan Ji kept her promise. A few days after the sports meet, she reported to the Jiangcheng Psionic Administration Bureau and officially joined the Armed Forces Section.

After learning the news, Tang Ping gave each of her friends 50 V's on Thursday to celebrate.

It wasn't that he particularly liked Yuan Ji, since the latter had joined the Armed Forces Section and rarely had the chance to meet the Public Security Section. He was simply happy that Fu Zhengyi had lost a capable assistant, and was also planning to poach Ma Yiming someday to help him escape his predicament.

However, before he could take action, Ling Chong approached him about Yuan Ji learning spiritual martial arts.

“If she wants to learn, then teach her. I don’t mind. Even if others want to learn, as long as they are not of low character, you can teach them. The more people learn, the more likely it is to innovate.”

Tang Ping is very open-minded about this. If he weren't lacking in ability and unable to support such a great reputation, he would have wanted to teach it publicly.

"But I myself have only just begun to learn the basics. How am I qualified to teach others? Especially the Zen Sea Knife Technique, which I have learned is full of flaws, so much so that it was cracked in the finals and I became a laughing stock. I really don't want to mislead others. It would be more prudent for you, the founder, to teach it yourself."

Clearly, the defeat in the finals had a huge impact on Ling Chong. He wouldn't be completely devastated—he's not that fragile—but it was a truly unforgettable experience. It made him question his own abilities, and he started to smile less often and showed more of a strong sense of urgency to learn from his mistakes and improve.

Tang Ping thought for a moment and said, "I agree to teach Yuan Ji, but there's one thing I need to say. Captain Ling Chong, you've been training for too long lately. I've heard you spend twelve hours a day cultivating. Isn't that going too far?"

Excluding daily necessities such as eating, sleeping, bathing, and using the toilet, Ling Chong devoted all his available time to cultivation. This crazy approach made his colleagues worry that he might go astray in his cultivation.

“Thank you for your concern. I am aware of this matter. Perhaps this level of training intensity is indeed too crazy for ordinary people and carries the risk of rhabdomyolysis. However, with my physical condition, there is no possibility of injuring my body. Moreover, ‘Vajra’ is a spirit type that is biased towards martial arts. Although the performance effect brought by practicing martial arts is minimal, it is still there to some extent. So this matter can be considered as killing two birds with one stone,” Ling Chong said.

Tang Ping shook his head and said, "Even if you insist on practicing more, you should find the right direction for cultivation. Otherwise, you will only waste your energy and achieve less with twice the effort."

"Do you have any good suggestions?"

"Stop focusing on spiritual martial arts and start cultivating internal strength. From a game perspective, spiritual martial arts are skills, while internal strength is equivalent to a character's skill attribute. If you use spiritual martial arts when your skill value is not up to standard, the skill's power will be limited. Only by raising your skill attribute to the standard level can you unleash its normal power, and the original flaws will also disappear because your understanding of martial arts has reached a new level."

After listening, Ling Chong said thoughtfully, "Sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood, I naturally understand that principle, but internal force... Yes, Yuan Ji knows internal force, I'll ask her for guidance."

"Uh, what I mean is, teaching one is teaching, and teaching two is also teaching."

"What do you mean?"

"It might not seem like I'm showing off if I explain it, but come and see for yourself. You'll understand once you see it for yourself."

Tang Ping went to the training ground of the Armed Forces Department and saw Yuan Ji training there.

Previously, I could only watch from afar at the sports meet, but now, observing her up close, I saw that her sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards, her eyes burned with the flame of confidence, and she was full of fighting spirit, exuding an atmosphere of striving for progress. In addition, her limbs were long and straight, and her black tight-fitting clothes clung to her body, outlining the agile and smooth muscle lines like a cheetah. Every taut muscle contained the power to be released at any time.

However, what Tang Ping noticed most was the neck that was exposed when the other woman tied her hair up in a ponytail; its lines were beautiful and full of a unique charm.

However, since the two were not familiar with each other, observing such a part of the body would be too offensive. Tang Ping could only suppress her instinctive desire and quickly looked away, having already formed a preliminary image in her mind.

Rather than calling her a tigress, perhaps a female leopard would be a more accurate description.

"You're Tang Ping? Ling Chong said that you created that strange martial art?"

Yuan Ji looked Tang Ping up and down with curiosity, and said with satisfaction, "It seems that she has some real skills."

Tang Ping laughed and asked, "How did you figure that out?"

"Because I can't see through you at all. From a martial arts perspective, you seem to be just an ordinary person who exercises regularly. But I watched the final match where you won the championship in three moves and know that your strength is extraordinary. So in the end, it can only point to one conclusion—you have reached the realm of returning to simplicity."

In the end, Yuan Ji's expression turned serious, a sign of respect for those who had mastered the art of martial arts.

Tang Ping didn't explain further, but stretched out her hand and said, "Just looking isn't enough, how about we lend a hand?"

"Okay!"

Yuan Ji was pleased and immediately extended his hand.

The two men held hands, both with calm and composed expressions, as if neither of them was exerting any force. But in the next moment, the ground nearby suddenly trembled, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Not only that, the ground beneath Yuan Ji's feet suddenly cracked, with spiderweb-like cracks appearing centered on his feet.

In contrast, the ground beneath Tang Ping's feet remained completely still, showing no signs of abnormality.

The difference in skill between the two sides is immediately apparent.

Yuan Ji's face showed a surprised expression, because the moment Tang Ping activated her hidden force, she felt Tang Ping's skin pores tighten and contract, as if they contained thousands of sharp steel needles, slightly pricking upwards, rising and falling, instantly released and withdrawn. This performance clearly showed that she had cultivated her hidden force to a state of perfection, able to control it at will.

Upon seeing this result, Ling Chong gaped and asked Tang Ping, "You wouldn't have mastered hidden strength as well, would you?"

"It's not hidden strength, it's a fist without a fist, an intention without intention, and true intention lies in the unintentional. This is the realm of transforming strength!" Yuan Ji said confidently.

"Transformation!"

Ling Chong now understood what Tang Ping meant earlier; the other party was indeed capable of teaching two people at the same time.

"Although I can also freely control internal force, all the force I release is hard force aimed at destruction, so I can only attack and not defend. But the internal force you just released was extremely soft and smooth, which enveloped and dissolved my internal force. The extreme of softness and smoothness is the end of internal force and the beginning of neutralizing force."

As Yuan Ji spoke, he became excited: "The book describes a master of internal energy as someone who 'cannot be touched by a feather, nor can a fly land on him.' This means that even if a fly accidentally lands on him, he can immediately feel it, and then his internal energy will naturally surge out and kill the fly. Is this true?"

Tang Ping said, "You can't do it when you first enter the realm of Transformation. You have to be fully focused to react in time. Only when you have mastered Transformation can you fight back spontaneously."

"Could we spar properly using martial arts, without using psionic energy? I'm really eager to experience the skills of a martial artist who has mastered the Transformation Realm," Yuan Ji said, eager to try.

"can."

Tang Ping was also somewhat tempted, as he had never fought against a martial artist with internal energy before.

When he was young, he challenged so many martial arts schools. Among them, he did encounter some real masters. Some of them could even fight him to a standstill, even though he had mastered internal strength. But no matter how strong they were, they were still only at the level of external strength.

The reason is simple: ordinary people trust firearms more than martial arts. They have already rejected the path of martial arts when they first started practicing, thinking it has no future. Such people are unlikely to put their heart into studying internal energy.

Having received permission, Yuan Ji rubbed his hands together, assumed the starting stance of Bajiquan, and channeled his energy like a lurking tiger, ready to pounce at any moment.

Tang Ping held his hands in a circle, and as his strength flowed, he seemed to merge with the energy of heaven and earth.