Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day-Chapter 955 - 663: When the Cleaver Is Too Hard, Smashing Garlic Breaks It

Li Zheng had always suspected there were other transmigrators, and the other party had indeed slipped up before, but he could never remember who it was.

At this moment, a casual chat instantly lifted the mist in his heart—turns out, the transmigrator had been right by his side all along.

"Indeed, I still don't pay enough attention to details." Li Zheng smiled slightly. Realizing the true identity of the transmigrator, his mood soared.

At least, the opposite party wasn't hostile to him.

Everyone chatted for a few hours until they each became tired and gradually left one by one.

Before leaving, Zhan Zhouzhou cast a complex glance at Li Zheng and Mirel, unsure of what was on his mind.

Once everyone had left, Mirel tidied up the aftermath, allowing Li Zheng to rest on the side.

Li Zheng sat by the bed waiting. There wasn't much to tidy, so Mirel quickly finished, placed the items aside for Li Zheng to store in the capsule, and handed them to the household robot for cleaning. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

After freshening up a bit, the two lay down together. Li Zheng held Mirel's hand, and with a thought, their spiritual bodies entered the Dark Realm.

During this time, Mirel had been busy adjusting her inner tides. This was her first time back in the Dark Realm, and she looked surprised at the changes she saw.

She pointed at the Bodhi Tree and asked, "What is this? When did a tree get planted in the Dark Realm?"

Li Zheng subtly pulled her under the tree and said, "Come, experience it."

Under the Bodhi Tree, Mirel suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment. Rapidly, she digested the martial arts enlightenment she had previously accumulated, and gradually unraveled the difficult points she couldn't grasp before.

"What a miraculous effect!" Mirel squinted as she enjoyed the epiphany; it was her first such experience, feeling refreshed in both body and mind, comparable to the process of suppressing inner tides with Li Zheng.

"In the future, I'll bring you here often. It'll help you quickly enhance your strength." With a wave, several images not far away appeared before them: "Besides the Whip Technique, when you have time, you can contemplate these... It's not about rigidly learning or changing your style. But after understanding, you can adapt them into your techniques, adding more variations to the Whip Technique."

Mirel watch intently, clicking her tongue in praise: "These martial arts are very advanced, no less than the Whip Technique passed down through generations in my clan, learning them will be immensely beneficial."

She turned to Li Zheng and said, "Give me some time, and my strength will soon surpass my mother's, and I'll no longer be your burden."

Li Zheng loosely embraced her: "Whether it's you or Sakura, I never thought of you as burdens. Without your frequent company and discussions, I'd easily lose my mind exploring alone."

"Although your words moved me a bit." Mirel blinked with an odd expression: "But you, in my eyes, completely resemble myself, as if I'm talking to myself. It's quite... strange."

Li Zheng grinned evilly: "Unfortunately, we can't touch each other in the Dark Realm, otherwise..."

Mirel flirted with her eyes: "Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise I could..." Li Zheng leaned in and whispered something in her ear, causing Mirel to coyly protest.

"You weren't like this a few days ago, so why are you so enthusiastic today?" Mirel gave Li Zheng a flirtatious roll of her eyes, truly full of charm.

Li Zheng thought to himself: "Because here in the Dark Realm, we can't engage in combat, only boast verbally."

As is well-known, some people can say many embarrassing things in front of the opposite sex, yet become cowardly when the time comes to act.

Such people are like bananas, yellow on the outside, appearing a bit rotten.

But if you patiently peel away their exterior, you'll find their inside is white, very pure.

Li Zheng felt his biggest difference from a banana was that he wasn't fickle.

Shifting his gaze, Li Zheng earnestly watched the newly emerged image of Lu Manjiang, feeling inspired, causing it to "play."

Lu Manjiang initially practiced spear techniques, then later joined a Sanda team. After years of training, there was still a trace of spear art in his every move.

"Lu Manjiang occasionally uses his arms as spears. While this can cause significant damage to opponents, his own physique isn't sufficient, leading to self-harm."

"Over time, his arm bones will inevitably be filled with cracks, remaining unhealed for long, suffering the pain of bone fractures."

"In severe cases, breaking one's own arm isn't out of the question."

"This path is too extreme, needing other techniques to alleviate, otherwise whoever practices will be ruined."

"Similar to Phoenix Mountain's bursting ability, harming the enemy a thousand, but self-damaging a thousand and five."

Using the Bodhi Tree's effect, Li Zheng analyzed Lu Manjiang's boxing path while watching, contemplating how to improve it.

Mirel watched alongside, commenting, "This person's boxing path is peculiar, not created to kill the enemy, but rather... purely for sparring?"

Various martial arts competitions can indeed be understood as sparring. Generally, unless for special reasons, opponents don't go for the kill, stopping at enough.

Certain highly destructive techniques are even prohibited, removed from what should be complete routines.

"The boxing path is disorganized, not systematic, but contains personal understanding, making the personal style very apparent in combat." Mirel reviewed: "The biggest flaw is being too rigid; facing a strong opponent, it's easy to counter-strike, injuring both the enemy and oneself."

Li Zheng nodded in agreement: "Exactly what I thought, so if we're to improve it, what should be done?"

"It's simple." Mirel pointed at an image not far away: "Just blend a bit of that in."

Li Zheng looked in the direction, seeing it was an image of young Mirel, her martial art was Whip Technique. Since Li Zheng wasn't skilled, it appeared rather crude.

He watched for a while, nodding: "I understand, it needs a balance of hardness and softness."

Just like a kitchen knife; the material's too hard, even smashing a garlic can break it.

If you reasonably add some other things to the material to enhance flexibility, it won't break so easily.

"Also, the techniques need modification; after all, sparring skills aren't as practical as lethal skills." Mirel continued: "But I'm not very knowledgeable about hand-to-hand combat; you need to find an expert for this."

Expert?

Li Zheng thought about it, realizing he didn't seem to know any exceptionally skilled boxers, even Phoenix Mountain only seemed pretty good due to genetic ability and a fearless spirit.

In actual formal spars, without the convenience of genetic abilities, Phoenix Mountain probably wouldn't last even three moves against Lu Manjiang.

Li Zheng felt that, based on his understanding, he might be able to improve a set of fist techniques, but he wasn't skilled in it, and the final result would surely be flawed.

"Better let Lu Li handle it herself." Li Zheng moved his fingers, pulling the image away, quietly contemplating Zhan Zhouzhou's move 'Space-collapse Version of the Passing Swift.'

No significant progress, but idleness led to arbitrary tinkering for fun.