This Lord is Very Scientific-Chapter 603 - 535: Martial Arts and The Way of the Warrior!

The Catwoman's gaze instantly hardened, and with a cold snort, she stopped speaking.

Lin Ke, who had taken on the alias "Sparta," smiled slightly.

This Catwoman, she's a gem!

If seen by furries from the previous generation, it would be simply unbelievable.

Those two impressive fur balls look like they'd feel great to the touch; perhaps they can rival Xiangnai.

With the explosive provocative words from the two contestants, the arena was ablaze once more.

"The intensity between these two gladiators is palpable! Without further ado, the ninth consecutive gladiator match at Arena 98 starts now!"

With the host's declaration, the atmosphere inside the arena suddenly transformed.

The cat-eared nurse, known simply as Cat Nurse, instantaneously became a blur and charged rapidly towards Lin Ke.

The arena prohibits poisons, but Cat Nurse's claws are extremely sharp, and her pupils turned into feline slits.

Yet Lin Ke remained standing, unmoving.

"Humph." Cat Nurse let out a cold snort, aiming her sharp claws at Lin Ke's throat.

"Kill kill kill!"

"Kill him! Athena!"

"Athena! Athena! Athena!"

Bloodthirsty chants erupted from the stands, with spectators venting all sorts of frustrations, resentment, and anger accumulated in daily life.

To everyone's surprise, Lin Ke caught Cat Nurse's swift claws with his palm.

Lin Ke assumed a Tai Chi stance from his past life, executing a move "Left Wild Horse Parting Mane," gently redirecting Cat Nurse's palm to the side, then raised his leg and kicked toward Cat Nurse's abdomen.

In the gladiator arena, there's no sympathy for beauty.

"Pfft..."

Cat Nurse, after being kicked, traced an arc in the air and was thrown back, spewing a mouthful of blood.

Yet when she landed, it was on all fours, stabilizing herself, before charging at Lin Ke again.

"Snap!"

Lin Ke effortlessly blocked the attack once more.

"Sparta! Sparta! Sparta!"

"Sparta is the strongest!"

"Knock her down! Knock this woman down!"

"Thrash! Thump! Fierce!"

"That obnoxious bitch!"

The crowd roared loudly while those who bet on Cat Nurse's victory cursed furiously.

The atmosphere grew more intense, with the host passionately narrating alongside.

Cat Nurse grew increasingly frantic, her attacks more fierce.

Yet Lin Ke still defended leisurely, countering with extremely robust punches and kicks. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Lin Ke's movements alternated between fast and slow; some moves seemed sluggish yet accurately blocked Cat Nurse's attacks.

The seemingly slow motions could deflect Cat Nurse's claws, prompting the audience and host to exclaim at the miracle.

However, in Cat Nurse's eyes, those neither fast nor slow movements, when seen long enough, made her nauseous.

Ultimately, Lin Ke slapped Cat Nurse's chin and sent her flying, rendering her unconscious.

"There it is! The victor is the Human Race's Sparta! The mighty Sparta has earned the honor of ten consecutive wins!"

The host let out a passionate roar.

The audience in the gladiator arena erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Sparta! Sparta! Sparta!"

"Sparta! I love you!"

"To hell with the Catwoman, I'll trust Sparta next time!"

The cheers surged higher and higher, while in the meantime, a reporter rushed down, handing "Sparta" a microphone.

This is the routine interview that occurs after achieving ten consecutive wins, a hundred consecutive victories, or even greater feats.

If there arises an interesting topic, it airs live; once, it even featured on the program Naseng Horizon.

The topic that time mainly focused on the Elephantman Tribe, comparing their living conditions under the old Holy Life Alliance and now, hence it was aired on Naseng Horizon.

This time, the reporter sensed that this interview could be big news.

"Mr. Sparta, could you tell us about the new gladiator fighting technique you used in the arena? We know it's the first time appearing here; was it invented by you?"

Handing Lin Ke the microphone, the reporter signaled to the cameraman, who immediately focused the Memory Stone on Lin Ke.

"Yes, I invented it." Lin Ke smiled at the Memory Stone: "I call it... Tai Chi!"

"Tai Chi?"

The reporter, slightly puzzled, followed Lin Ke in pronouncing this peculiar sound.

"Yes, Tai Chi," Lin Ke laughed: "Tai Chi, or the punch I used called 'Tai Chi,' is simply a form of martial arts."

Lin Ke strived to convey the notion of Tai Chi boxing through Naseng's universal language.

Tai Chi boxing inherits Daoist thoughts on Tai Chi, not only martial arts but also methods for health preservation, perhaps even a practice for spiritual cultivation.

"Martial arts?" Though new, the reporter understood the term: "Could you explain, what is martial arts?"

Lin Ke chuckled and began explaining: "I have watched many gladiators, but I feel most rely solely on physical prowess with no hint of skill or technique; those slightly skilled have reached ten-consecutive or hundred-match victory levels."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.

This was offending all gladiators!

If such words were uttered by the Duke of Lava, or followers under their command, or even Gladiator Masters, perhaps gladiators might contemplate and correct.

But would this "Sparta," only at ten-consecutive wins, dare to speak so boldly?

Nonetheless, the crowd loves the spectacle, shouting and cheering.

"Oh oh oh! Sparta is the strongest!"

"Outperform Master Yoda! Outperform the Jedi Knight!"

"Become the new King of the Arena!"

Cheering and instigation reverberated through the audience.

The reporter suppressed his eagerness to watch the drama, hoping to see this person trounced by renowned Gladiator Masters, and patiently continued questioning:

"So, you mean your martial arts are such skills and techniques? Can it make you a Gladiator Master or even the King of the Arena?"

Gladiator Master?

King of the Arena?

Lin Ke doesn't have much time for ladder matches, so he shook his head.

The crowd booed, thinking Sparta had chickened out.

Who knew Lin Ke's next words would again astonish the arena.

"...I don't have much time for gladiating, but I can recruit disciples and make my disciples Gladiator Masters or the King of the Arena!"

No time, so let disciples become Gladiator Masters, even the King of the Arena!

The arena stilled before erupting in even greater cheers.

Even Cat Nurse, just awakened from unconsciousness, twitched her soft ears.