I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 150 - 84: Another 5,000

For a moment, their eyes couldn’t even lock onto Zhao Rui’s position.

This was true even for those close to the ring, let alone Wang Han, who was in the middle of it.

He was desperately mobilizing his Dantian Power to calm the restless Inner Strength in his Meridians. How could he have any energy left to search for Zhao Rui’s position?

In the instant his Divine Soul panicked, a powerful Force struck his shoulder, sending his entire body flying backward.

Fortunately, the ropes surrounding the ring stopped him in time, saving him from being thrown out of the ring.

"What happened?"

"What just happened?"

The crowd below the stage was shocked, and everyone turned to look at the ring.

Even the people by the other two rings gathered around, their faces full of curiosity.

The movements had been so fast that no one had seen clearly what happened.

Only Luo Min and Han Xingyi in the crowd stood frozen on the spot, their eyes wide with horror.

"It’s a Spirit Soul Skill!"

"Could Miao Miaomiao have taught him the Charm Immortal Technique?"

"No, her Charm Immortal Technique isn’t like this. It can’t be controlled with such ease."

"Could it be some other, similar Martial Arts?"

The two exchanged a glance, each seeing the confusion and surprise in the other’s eyes.

"Are you still going to fight him?"

Han Xingyi asked uneasily. As Luo Min’s good friend, of course she knew that Zhao Rui and Luo Min were not on good terms.

Ever since Luo Min had publicly challenged Zhao Rui on stage during their time on the Martial Arts Team and been defeated, their already fragile relationship as classmates had completely crumbled.

"I’ll fight him. I’ve advanced an entire Level. I refuse to believe I still can’t beat him."

Luo Min’s brow furrowed, but her gaze grew even more determined.

While the two were whispering, Wang Han had already struggled back to his feet on the stage, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Impossible! How can you be this strong?"

"I don’t accept this!"

"You’re someone who gave up on the Martial Dao! How could you possibly be this strong?"

Wang Han’s roars echoed through the silent arena, resonating in the hearts of his classmates in the audience.

"If you don’t accept it, how about another five thousand?"

Zhao Rui said with nonchalant ease.

’We had no beef. But if he lets a woman provoke him into making a public scene, he’d better be prepared to lose some money.’

’Ugh, then again, ten thousand or so probably means nothing to Wang Han.’

’Better not get worked up just yet.’

"Money? Is that it? Fine! Get my phone! I’m fighting you again!"

Wang Han roared at the crowd below, reaching for his phone to transfer the money to Zhao Rui.

"That’s enough, Wang Han!"

Just then, Luo Min pushed through the dazed crowd and walked gracefully to the edge of the stage.

She pressed a delicate hand on the edge of the ring and, like a butterfly Fairy descending to the mortal realm, gracefully leaped onto the stage.

"He’s a Seventh Level Martial Artist."

Luo Min said calmly, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes as she stared intently at Zhao Rui.

At her words, everyone in the crowd gasped, staring at Zhao Rui in stunned disbelief.

’He was only Level 4 when he graduated, right?’

’He jumped three Levels in half a year?’

"Level 7? How could he possibly be Level 7? He isn’t even at the Martial Arts Academy anymore!"

Wang Han’s face was a mask of disbelief.

"He joined the Dongqi University Martial Arts Team. He made the team even before I did. Isn’t that right, Senior Brother Zhao?"

The crowd erupted. The students’ eyes went wide, their faces filled with utter disbelief.

’You wouldn’t dare make up a lie that big!’

"Calling me Senior Brother again? Didn’t I tell you? We’re classmates. No need to be so formal."

Zhao Rui smiled faintly, but there wasn’t a trace of warmth in his eyes one would show a classmate.

"I’ll fight you!"

Luo Min declared, ignoring Wang Han beside her and looking directly at Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui shrugged, then extended his right hand. He opened his palm and wiggled his five fingers in front of her.

Luo Min frowned in confusion.

Down in the crowd, however, Sun Tiantian had already recovered from her shock. She called out in a crisp voice, "Five thousand!"

She reacted so quickly because, in her heart, she believed Zhao Rui was just that powerful and outstanding.

Sun Tiantian’s words made Zhao Rui chuckle. He gave her a thumbs-up from the stage.

’You get me!’

Luo Min’s expression darkened. She could afford the five thousand, but Zhao Rui’s attitude infuriated her.

This impersonal gesture made it clear he was lumping her in with Wang Han, showing no other sentiment whatsoever.

’Why? I’m so beautiful, yet he’s so cold to me. Am I less important than that Sun Tiantian, the one with mediocre Martial Dao talent? What gives him the right?’

A surge of resentment, the source of which she couldn’t even pinpoint herself, rose in Luo Min’s heart.

"I’ll pay!"

Seeing his goddess’s sullen expression, Wang Han’s heart leaped with joy. He eagerly took on the task of payment and jumped off the stage.

He didn’t give the two of them a chance to exchange any more words.

"Alright. Since someone’s paying, let’s make this quick. Show me if you’ve made any progress since the tournament!"

Zhao Rui said with a faint smile.

That nonchalant, lecturing tone again. Luo Min’s anger flared.

Without another word, she immediately unleashed the Big Move of the Hundred Flowers Palm. Her feet moved in the Butterfly Shadow Step, her figure flickering as her Killing Move appeared and disappeared from view.

"Hmm, your combination is much smoother than before. You’ve improved!"

Zhao Rui stood as still as a mountain. He simply raised his hand, his fingers held together like a sword, and flicked one of them through the air.

Several streams of Gang Qi instantly shot out, striking at the different phantoms of Luo Min’s flickering form.

Luo Min’s expression changed drastically. She scrambled to dodge, avoiding the sharp edge of the Gang Qi, and gasped, "Gang Qi? You..."

"You can’t get distracted during a match, you know!"

As Zhao Rui spoke, his footwork mimicked a fluttering butterfly. In a flash, he was already at Luo Min’s side.

"You..."

"You what?"

Zhao Rui sent a palm strike toward her back.

Luo Min was horrified. The Qi of her Dantian circulated rapidly as a powerful Level 8 Internal Strength surged forth, blasting toward Zhao Rui’s incoming palm.

"Feint where you are real, be real where you feint. Your Prajna Palm is still amateurish!"