MTL - Final Priesthood

Chapter 49: True Martial Arts

Lu Yuan’s luck is not good today.

　　I was scheduled to take the stage for the last of the ten games, and I waited for almost an hour in vain.

 But fortunately, the waiting time allowed him to recover a lot of mental strength, and his overall condition was approaching its peak.

 Walking into the competition venue, a huge billy goat head statue hangs quietly.

 The four large screens scrolled and played the replay of the previous round of competition.

Lu Yuan saw Lin Zhiqin sitting in the middle of the south auditorium, looking at him.

Lu Yuan walked up the stairs to the ring step by step, and the big screens around him had gone silent.

His opponent today is a tall man wearing a civet cat mask.

 A well-proportioned figure with strong and powerful legs. He should be a player who specializes in legwork.

Lu Yuan played two games before and after this, but he had watched and heard Lin Zhiqin commentate on no fewer than twenty games.

There are those who he thinks are good in these competitions, and he will bring them into his conscious space to practice in private.

 If you have actual combat experience, there are also levels.

Then this may be the fastest way for Lu Yuan to level up during this period.

He has learned to judge the opponent's boxing style, strength, and skills by observing the opponent's appearance and physical signs.

 Just like quickly browsing the entire test paper before taking an exam, you can roughly judge the difficulty level of the test paper.

 When starting a game, observe the opponent’s chosen character and equipment, so as to determine the opponent’s thinking and play style.

 The principles of many things in this world are actually the same.

".Game start."

Following the referee's order, the man in the civet cat mask standing opposite Lu Yuan immediately rushed forward and kicked Lu Yuan with a side kick.

This man is not weak in strength, and his thick thighs cut through the air.

It was like a long thick wooden stake sweeping across the road quickly.

Lu Yuan’s eyes flashed and he kicked out with his right foot.

With his advanced leg skills at level 3, he has far surpassed his opponent in this leg skill that he learned from the middle-aged Yuxiang.

He even privately named it the "Tomahawk Style" because when the whip leg sweeps across, it feels like slashing wildly with a tomahawk.

"boom!"

This kick hit the raccoon cat man's thigh from a long distance.

Although he was kicking from behind, with the blessing of 12 points of strength and 11 points of agility, his kick was actually faster and he kicked the opponent one step ahead.

"snort!"

The raccoon cat man snorted and moved his body slightly to the side.

However, Lu Yuan’s next heavy kick came at this time.

The kick was fast and fierce with the help of reflexes, the force of the foot exceeded 250 kilograms, and the moment the leg came out, it was like a cannonball being loaded.

 “Bang!”

This kick landed firmly on the civet cat man's stomach.

The civet cat man didn't react at all. He bent directly into a prawn and then flew backwards with a "boom".

However, his physique is not weak. After taking a heavy hit from Lu Yuan's leg, he flew six or seven meters away, and he was still able to stand up unsteadily, holding his stomach.

Lu Yuan's expression remained unchanged under the mask. He rushed forward quickly and was about to kill the raccoon cat man with a kick to the chest.

 At the moment when he was about to lift his foot to exert force.

Somehow, countless images suddenly came out of his mind, and an inexplicable impulse of inspiration made him stop abruptly.

He turned his hand into a fist and punched the civet man in front of him who was about to stand up.

In the trance, Lu Yuan's ears seemed to hear a sharp sound like a bird's call.

Lin Zhiqin's cold eyes and the movements of the crane-shaped stake alternately flashed back and forth in front of his eyes.

 Wait until Lu Yuan came to his senses.

 Suddenly discovered—

 A tall young man with blonde highlights knelt in front of him with a pale face, and said in a trembling tone, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

 His fist hovered two inches from the tip of the blond young man's nose.

 The tanuki mask on the young man’s face has long since disappeared.

 It was broken into pieces everywhere.

Lu Yuan raised his fist and looked at it blankly, then subconsciously turned to look at the audience.

He saw that Lin Zhiqin had stood up at some point and was looking at him with a strange look on his face.

"Who taught you that punch?" "I don't know, and I can't figure out how it was done.

 I suddenly remembered the movements in the crane-shaped pile, and then I suddenly hit it on a whim. "

In front of the sink, Lu Yuan rubbed his hands that he had just taken out from under the faucet on his head, making the ends of his hair wet.

 He shook his head, confusion and a wry smile written on his face.

Lin Zhiqin stared into Lu Yuan's eyes for several seconds.

But he couldn't see any clues from Lu Yuan's clear and frank eyes.

for a long time.

He then spoke slowly: "Okay."

 He took out an envelope from his pocket and pushed it along the sink in front of Lu Yuan.

“This is today’s bonus. You may have to go home by yourself tonight. I’ll have something to do later and won’t be able to send it to you.”

"Um."

Lu Yuan picked up the envelope and nodded.

He wiped his face carelessly and took two steps toward the bathroom door.

 Suddenly turned around and stopped talking: "Coach."

 “What else?”

Lu Yuan shook his head in frustration.

"fine."

 Hurry out of the bathroom.

When the footsteps outside the bathroom went away, Lin Zhiqin's originally calm face suddenly became shaken, and the shock, horror, disbelief and other emotions hidden in his heart suddenly emerged.

“Is there really such a martial arts genius in the world?”

“The true martial arts of our Crane School can be deduced from the pile technique alone.”

“No, the teacher must know this news!”

Lin Zhiqin didn’t know whether he was excited or excited, he took out his phone and quickly swiped on the screen.

 But when he found the contact number, the emotions that were pouring out of him subsided little by little.

Lin Zhiqin stared at the screen of his mobile phone, his eyes flashing.

 After a moment, he took a deep breath and put the phone away again.

"never mind."

Lin Zhiqin’s eyes became calm again.

"hold on.

 Let’s wait a little longer.”

The moment Lu Yuan closed the bathroom door with his backhand, the expressions of confusion and confusion on his face immediately disappeared without a trace.

 Instead, there was a strong light of determination and surprise.

 “A flash of inspiration!

 I just triggered the flash of inspiration passive! "

“I was beaten to death by Lin Zhiqin so many times in the conscious space, and imitated for so long in reality.

With the blessing of a flash of inspiration, I didn’t expect to be able to successfully reproduce some of the power of that punch.”

“Is it related to the movement of the crane-shaped pile?”

"At least it proves that the direction of my efforts is correct. This idea and this way are feasible!"

Lu Yuan walked through the lobby on the second floor as usual, boarded the elevator, reached the first floor and walked out of the Mosa Club door.

His face was calm, but his heart was filled with excitement and joy.

After the punch in the ring tonight, he activated the [Imaginary Enemy] countless times during this period to "go in and out every second" in his conscious space, tossing and turning to death.

 Just a little impression before "dying", an imitation like fishing for the moon in the water.

 All the sweat and effort you put in are in vain.

 This is a bit of "little cleverness" on his part.

However, with this little cleverness, he unexpectedly tasted the "sweetness", and the sense of psychological accomplishment he gained in the process was enough to keep him excited for a long time.

 “See if there are any changes on the career panel?”

 Lu Yuan walked to the side of the road under the light of the street lamp, and while waiting for a taxi, he called up his career panel in front of him.

 (End of this chapter)