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The figure of the Cultural Instructor leaped continuously across the arena, while the opponent struggled to keep up. It was clear that victory was just a matter of time. However, I found myself puzzled by the Cultural Instructor's movements. At that moment, Old Bi casually remarked, "The Cultural Instructor is all offense and no defense; this style is truly reckless."
Suddenly, like a flash of lightning illuminating the night, I had an epiphany! The movements and techniques of the Five Master were exactly like those of the Cultural Instructor. No wonder I felt so familiar with this stabbing technique! If I replaced the Emei Dagger with a Bayonet, they would be nearly identical. However, the Cultural Instructor's moves were more flamboyant and lacked the ruthless precision of the Five Master, whose every strike was lethal. Could it be that the Cultural Instructor had some connection to the Five Master? It seemed I would have to ask the Cultural Instructor about it later.
As I pondered this, I noticed that the Cultural Instructor had cornered his opponent against a badminton net. The lower part was open, and if pushed out of the net, it would mean defeat. The Cultural Instructor spun his Emei Dagger rapidly as he closed in on his opponent. The opponent hastily swung his sword forward, but the Cultural Instructor sidestepped and thrust his left-hand Emei Dagger toward him. The opponent had no choice but to raise his sword defensively in front of his chest, blocking the strike with a clang. However, the Cultural Instructor's other Emei Dagger followed closely behind and pressed against the opponent's neck. The Cultural Instructor restrained his force, lightly resting it on him. With a resigned sigh, the opponent dropped his sword to the ground in surrender.
The referee immediately halted the match and recorded the result. The Cultural Instructor sheathed his Emei Dagger and shook hands with his opponent before turning to leave the venue and heading toward the competitors' stand.
Meanwhile, the Striking Group competition was still ongoing; it seemed two evenly matched contestants were locked in a prolonged battle. I had no interest in observing them and quickly exchanged greetings with two people beside me before standing up and walking toward the competitors' stand.
"Cultural Instructor!" Upon hearing my call, he turned around from the third level where he was drinking water and looked at me with a puzzled expression.
I made my way around from this fourth-level stand to directly approach him on the level above. I smiled apologetically as I jumped down from my seat to stand beside him. "Instructor, don't you remember me? I was that one who didn't make it to the Special Operations Brigade during last year's military training."
"Oh, oh! You're... um... Wang Wei!" The Cultural Instructor's face lit up with realization.
"That's me!"
"I remember you used a staff! Are you competing too?" There was a hint of hostility in his response.
"Heh heh, with my level of skill, how could I compete with you? I'm just here for fun, to see how skilled experts are." Everyone enjoys a bit of flattery; this seemed to please the Cultural Instructor.
"Isn't your match today?"
"I have a bye; heh heh, next round!"
"Hey, that's luck!"
I smiled and didn't respond. "Instructor, this weapon you use is quite special and impressive! Did you learn it by yourself?"
"Haha, I don't have that kind of talent. A relative of mine taught me."
Hearing this, I felt a surge of excitement. Could this relative be the Five Master?
"Instructor, what is your relative's name? Do they share the same surname, Wen?" I asked, trying to contain my excitement.
"Not at all; it's from my mother's side," the Cultural Instructor replied casually as he began to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"Oh, I see." I pondered my choice of words. "So, does your relative have any nicknames? Like the Five Master or something?"
The instructor paused for a moment. "I've never heard of that. By the way, why are you so interested in this?" He suddenly fixed his gaze on me.
"Well, I just became really interested in this type of weapon and wanted to learn more, so..." I stammered.
"Oh, well, you won't be able to find him. He disappeared after retiring."
"Retired? Did he serve in the military?"
"Yes, he fought in the Vietnam War. He came home in 1984 and stayed for over two years before he vanished. That's when he taught me."
"I see. Wow, Cultural Instructor, you were quite young back then."
"No, I was seven at that time."
I quickly calculated in my mind. So this Five Master was only about seventeen or eighteen back then, which means he is now just under forty. I need to give this information to Ah Huang so he can intensify the investigation into these leads.
"Hehe, is that so? Then you’re quite young too, Instructor. I thought you were much older."
The Cultural Instructor stroked his beard and laughed, "Haha, I'm 28!"
"Wow, I thought you were 38!"
...
After chatting with the Cultural Instructor for a while, he suddenly asked, "By the way, do you know who you'll face after your bye?"
"I drew number 9, so I'll be up against the winner of numbers 11 and 1."
"Hehe, I hope to meet you in the third round."
I smirked, "Instructor, you better make sure you can win the second round first!"
At that moment, a cold voice from a girl nearby suddenly interrupted, "Whether he can win the second round or not, I can guarantee that you won't win the second round!"
Both the Cultural Instructor and I turned in surprise toward the voice. It turned out that a girl in a Navy uniform was sitting a few spots away from us. With her short hair and dark complexion, she looked like a boy at first glance. Next to her was that Female Officer from the Striking Group. When I first arrived, I thought this Navy girl was just a friend of the Female Officer, there to cheer her on.
"Who are you?" I asked cautiously.
The girl stood up and took two steps closer, staring at me from just a short distance away. Not knowing what to do, I could only stare back at her. She scrutinized me for a while before coldly saying, "I heard everything you said earlier. I drew number 11. Your luck ends here."
"Cut." I scoffed, spotting yet another arrogant competitor. Up close, she was indeed quite dark-skinned, likely from sun exposure. Mischievously, I called out, "Hey, number eleven, what's your name?"
"You'll find out if you beat me."
"Come on, with that skin tone, if you lose, you should change your name to Sister Black! Hahaha!"
"You!" She spun around and glared at me fiercely. "Just wait!" With that, she turned and stormed off.
"I'm waiting for you!" I shouted after her, watching her walk away with a sigh and a shake of my head.
It wasn't that I was angry; I had just encountered too many people like her lately who thought they were above everything. In truth, I believed in the saying, "There is no first in literature; Martial Arts Have No Second Place."
I remembered when I first got into this world, considering Old Bi a master. Eventually, I surpassed Old Bi and then met Ah Huang, who amazed me. Now even Ah Huang couldn't hold a candle to me, but I knew there were still many mountains ahead to climb.
However, to be fair, without a bit of character and pride, they wouldn't have reached this level. At that moment, the Cultural Instructor patted my shoulder. "Brother, women are not to be trifled with."
I glanced back at Xu Zengjing watching the stage; she was looking this way too. "Yeah, they can be quite tough," I nodded in agreement. After saying goodbye to the instructor, I turned and walked back to the audience.
"Who was that girl?" Xu Zengjing asked eagerly as soon as I sat down.
"How did you know it was a girl? When she first sat over there without speaking, I thought she was a guy! Look at how dark she is!" I replied in surprise.
"Is she really a girl? The one next to that beauty?" Old Bi also looked over in astonishment.
"Hehe, really?" Xu Zengjing's eyes squinted with delight as she laughed.
"Really!" Old Bi chimed in, "Wow, look at those two girls sitting over there, one black and one white, the Black and White Duo!"
...
The afternoon matches were considerably duller than the earlier ones, mostly following the usual routine with not much worth noting. After the referee announced a temporary halt to the competition, the leaders exited first, and the contestants slowly gathered to head towards the Reception House.
Dinner was served at the Provincial Military District cafeteria. Of course, we took advantage of the free meal. Old Bi and I accompanied Jing for a meal. There were only three women in the cafeteria, which drew quite a bit of attention towards Jing. Typically boisterous, she suddenly became shy, even her dining etiquette seemed more reserved. Those who didn’t know her well might think she was a gentle and demure young lady from a wealthy family.
The thought of this "young lady" occasionally transforming into "Mother Yasha" made me chuckle, prompting Old Bi and Jing to look at me with strange expressions.
"Hey, with so many officers around here, how about I introduce you to one?" Old Bi had become familiar enough with Jing to joke around.
"I don't want any of them!" Jing's face flushed as she lowered her head and continued eating.
"Come on, look! A lot of them are watching you while they eat!"
"Nonsense!"
"Seriously! Look over there! Even Shen Han is staring at you! Hey, he's such an Honest guy; when he gets bad, he can be really bad!"
I was taken aback by this and looked around. Sure enough, Shen Han was not far from us, eating while glancing our way. It was clear he wasn't looking at me or Old Bi; it had to be Jing he was interested in.
To be honest, Shen Han would actually make a good match for Jing. Just look at that Honest demeanor; he'd definitely go along with whatever his girlfriend wanted. It truly is a case of one willing to fight and the other willing to take it! Of course, I wouldn’t dare say that out loud; I just chuckled awkwardly.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Jing's face turned red again. She hastily shoveled a few bites of food into her mouth and declared, "I'll be waiting for you outside!" before quickly walking out of the cafeteria.
"I'll tell you, if those two girls were sitting here in casual clothes, everyone would be looking at them. It's probably because of their profession that they seem so calm," I said to Old Bi after she left.
"Whose? I really like that girl with the long white legs!" Old Bi said, glancing around.
"Can you be a little more serious? You're about to get married."
"Uh, well, admiring beautiful women isn't illegal, right?"
"Fine, just hold on until you see a beautiful woman, then defeat her and conquer her!" I teased him on purpose.
"Hey, that's actually a good idea. Making a friend wouldn't be bad. Even if I can't win, wow, I could at least touch those long legs," Old Bi murmured.
"Old Bi! Wake up! You've lost your mind!"
...
(To be continued, more exciting content tomorrow!)
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