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Chapter 120 What is Card-Based Martial Arts?

Chapter 120 What is Card-Based Martial Arts?

Bai Hui timed it perfectly, leaving the alley of inner demons just as school let out at noon.

But instead of waking up in the classroom as he had expected, he opened his eyes to find Zhang Yan's deliberately serious face.

"Bai Hui, you—"

Zhang Yan spoke solemnly, but before she could finish, Bai Hui waved his hand and said, "Alright, Teacher Zhang, you don't need to pretend with me. Just say what you need to say."

Bai Hui and Zhang Yan were old acquaintances, after all, Zhang Yan was the first fake person he had encountered after waking up from the "future consciousness".

"I wasn't pretending!"

Zhang Yan said sternly, "Bai Hui, it seems you've touched on some taboo, causing you to vomit blood in class. But I've carefully examined your body, and there's nothing abnormal about you!"

"Taboo?"

Bai Hui pondered, "This must be referring to when I was exploring the 'essence of miracles' earlier, right?"

He actually vomited blood?

Bai Hui hesitated for a moment, then said, "I know what I'm doing. It's a normal reaction during practice, nothing to worry about."

"A normal reaction?"

A moment of obvious confusion appeared on Zhang Yan's serious expression.

Bai Hui vaguely sensed some strange logic surging and fluctuating in the void, and immediately switched to [Simple Lines].

Then it was discovered that Zhang Yan, in the stick figure form, had a large amount of information flowing through her head, as if this pseudo-person was searching for something.

"I see, I understand now—but vomiting blood is no small matter. You're still young, so you need to take it seriously. Here, I'll prescribe some medicine for you to take home—"

Bai Hui got up and left before he could even finish speaking.

What medicine should I take? I'm not sick, it's a waste of money.

As soon as I stepped out of the infirmary, I saw Tian Qiyuan standing outside with a melancholy look on his face, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

"You're awake?"

Tian Qiyuan turned to look at Bai Hui, his expression extremely complicated, and said, "Is it normal for you to be practicing your inner demons in the infirmary?"

"It was a minor accident, nothing to worry about."

Bai Hui asked, "How's your decision?"

"Can you let me also master the realm of power?" Tian Qiyuan asked in return.

Bai Hui hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's hard to say, but we can give it a try."

He has roughly figured it out.

My own "simple lines" do indeed allow me to enter a state of extreme focus similar to "flow," and they can also simplify complex things, which is very helpful in improving my martial arts proficiency.

But it is absolutely impossible to enter the realm of power.

The reason he was able to reach this level was mainly due to the countless times he used the "ultimate color" to gain a relatively static understanding during those six months of time-stopping.

The reason it is only a "state of affairs" is that when time stops, the countless and vast information is in a relatively static state.

If those messages were to "move" as usual, Bai Hui's gains would likely be even greater.

At least Bai Hui's mental strength value has definitely exceeded 10 points long ago.

Of course, this is all predicated on Bai Hui ultimately surviving.

Misfortune and fortune are intertwined; indeed, the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

Bai Hui pondered to himself, then casually waved his hand, unleashing the Dragon Form of Xingyi: Dragon Style. He barely used any force, yet he managed to create three claw-shaped marks about five centimeters wide and three centimeters deep on the cement floor outside the infirmary.

Tian Qiyuan was about to say something more, but he suddenly stopped when he saw this.

Bai Hui then asked, "Where is Li Youye?"

"His pants were completely wet, and he went home to change, his legs trembling."

Tian Qiyuan said quietly, "Is that 'Inner Demon Alley'—are you sure it's a paid sparring service?"

"certainly."

"Why didn't Li Youye and the others hand it in?"

"Who said that? They give me money for food every day."

"That's not much money—I demand the same treatment as them!"

"No." Bai Hui shook his head.

"Why should I?!"

"They are my friends."

"I'm not?!"

"You're the sugar daddy, have you forgotten?"

Tian Qiyuan: "—How can I become your friend?"

Bai Hui thought for a moment and said, "How about you try paying me a friend's fee?"

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In fact, Bai Hui wasn't really greedy for money. If Tian Qiyuan had shared some details with him when he asked him about the league, Bai Hui might have truly accepted him.

Yes, Bai Hui could understand that Tian Qiyuan's family had gone to great lengths to find out that information.

Bai Hui did not ask Tian Qiyuan for help during the league.

But one thing at a time, Bai Hui felt it was better to maintain a monetary transaction relationship with Tian Qiyuan for the time being.

"I see."

After a long silence, Tian Qiyuan suddenly said, "I'll seriously consider raising prices, but you have to show me that it's worth the money!"

"Don't worry, you get what you pay for, and we're honest with everyone!" Bai Hui grinned confidently.

Tian Qiyuan hesitated slightly, then said, "Um—can I invite you to my house? This weekend—"

"Oh? Where are you going?"

"I think your physical strength and mental strength don't seem to match. In that respect, I might be able to help you—" Tian Qiyuan said tactfully.

Bai Hui raised an eyebrow in surprise, then chuckled and said, "Let's talk about it this weekend."

The two went to the school gate together.

Feng Jue and He Qing were already waiting there.

He Qing crossed her arms, looking quite pleased with herself. Seeing Bai Hui approach, she smiled and said, "I heard you vomited blood in class today? What happened?"

"It was a minor accident, nothing serious."

Bai Hui gave a simple explanation.

Then He Qing asked, "By the way, did you use the qualification to inquire about the spirit of the Ouija board?"

"I haven't used it yet, have you?"

"Um.

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He Qing nodded and said, "I finally decided to carry the bag with the six doors of life and obtained a method for its in-depth use that suits me from the spirit of the Ouija board."

As she spoke, He Qing raised two fingers, pinching a black and red phantom card formed from the essence of her heart.

"What is this?" Bai Hui asked curiously.

"My martial arts skills."

He Qing said, "I have comprehended a mental technique whose effect is restraint, and I am currently trying to deduce and perfect it."

After taking on the Six Life Gate, and with the guidance of the Ouija board spirit, I can dedicate about half of my mental and physical energy to practicing martial arts within the Six Life Gate in my daily life.

The gains made in this process will gradually block the six gates of life, with each martial art transforming into a door—that is, the martial arts cards I have in my hand. Once all six doors are blocked, I can simultaneously hone six martial arts skills!

"Wow!"

Bai Hui exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of card-based martial arts is this?!"

"Haha!" He Qing laughed and said, "I can't let you leave me too far behind!"

Meanwhile, Feng Jue coldly said, "I also used it—the Ouija board said I'm not suitable to directly carry the house bag at this stage, because that would cause the two fake people in my house to believe that I have the ability to earn money and support the family, and from then on they would stop supporting me and cling to me to suck my blood with all their might—"

However, if I can get them into the house bag before then, I can have them support the house bag for me.

Bai Hui, are you free this weekend? I'd like to invite you to my house for dinner.

I'm afraid I'm no match for them alone—please!

Upon hearing this, Bai Hui turned his head and glanced at Tian Qiyuan with a strange expression.

Tian Qiyuan was taken aback for a moment: "Am I going too?"

Feng Jue thought about it carefully, and then said, "It's hard to say—I'm not sure if you can withstand the pressure from the pseudo-parents at the dinner table."

Moreover, since you haven't experienced it, you might not understand—that kind of pressure increases as the number of people you bring home increases—”

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