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The two of them landed simultaneously, but the opponent was pinned under Old Bi's left leg, while Old Bi's body pressed down on the opponent's right hand. In an instant, Old Bi retracted his right leg, clamping both legs around the opponent's lower body. At the same time, his left arm pressed firmly against the opponent's neck, forcefully lifting their chin. Old Bi's right hand seized the opponent's left hand; the strength of the right hand always surpassed that of the left, making it difficult for the opponent to escape.
No matter how fiercely the opponent struggled, Old Bi maintained a tight grip on their right hand while exerting all his strength with his left arm. The Stocky Guy's face turned beet red, and I could see it clearly from the sidelines. It seemed that Old Bi was truly going to win this match.
Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, the referee blew the whistle, signaling the end of the match—Old Bi had emerged victorious. He immediately released his opponent and collapsed onto the ground. I hurriedly called out, "Old Bi! Are you okay?!" Hearing my voice, Old Bi sat up, exclaiming, "What the hell?!" His right eye was swollen significantly! I was taken aback. He squinted at me without responding and slowly got up and walked over.
"When did you get hit?!"
"If I hadn’t let him hit me, how could he have leaned forward? How could I have taken him down? Someone like him has a very stable center of gravity; grappling with him would only lead to defeat. I had to end it quickly and play it safe by going to the ground!"
Despite having taken a hit that left a large bruise on his face and struggling to speak clearly, Old Bi still wore a cheerful smile. "Do you know why I feel like I can still manage?"
I shook my head.
"Rules! You see, this time we’re not in an official martial arts competition; there are no restrictions at all. This allows us to fully leverage our strengths and act freely—using our advantages to exploit our opponent's weaknesses. So I think this actually gives someone like me an edge since I don't have any obvious strengths. Those who have clear characteristics often fall into a trap when they step onto the stage; they just want to showcase their strengths. Isn’t that right?"
Hmm, Old Bi made a good point. I lowered my head in silence, contemplating what he said. It really was true; his words were quite enlightening for me. Indeed, martial arts is about leveraging one’s strengths to counter opponents—finding one’s own path and controlling the rhythm. Yes! Not just in martial arts but in everything—there is a way! Or a principle; everything has its own way. As long as you can find it and utilize it to control the rhythm, you will succeed in anything! At that moment, I felt as if a deeper realm had opened up before me, and my confidence surged.
"Hey, what’s wrong with you, Brother Wang?" At that moment, Jing approached timidly. I suddenly looked up with wide eyes and exclaimed, "I’ve found my way!"
"What do you mean by 'way'? Brother Wang, why do I feel like your entire demeanor has changed?"
"Hehe, it’s nothing much, Jing. Let’s take Old Bi for some treatment."
"Hey, Lao Wang! Did that tall beauty notice me? Was she excited when I won?" Old Bi asked from behind the audience stand.
I leaned over to take a look but unfortunately saw that the Black and White Duo were focused on watching the Equipment Group's match. I shook my head, and Old Bi immediately looked dejected. "Damn it! I thought she would applaud my cleverness!"
"Hehe, come on Jing, give him a round of applause."
Old Bi's injury wasn't serious, but it still needed to be treated. Since we had some time to rest in the afternoon, we decided to head back to the Medical Unit, which meant we would miss the morning matches.
As we exited the activity center, we ran into Old Ma. He was taken aback by Old Bi's condition, and I quickly pulled him aside to ask him to keep an eye on the remaining matches and let us know if anything happened.
After saying goodbye to Old Ma, Jing drove us to the entrance of the base. She had plans to return to school later that afternoon, so we arranged a time to meet again. I then accompanied Old Bi to the Medical Unit.
While the other competitors were resting in the afternoon, I had a pile of tasks waiting for me, so I couldn't afford to rest. Time passed quickly.
After dinner that evening, as I was organizing everyone to watch the News Broadcast, Old Ma called. "Hey, Brother, what are you up to?"
"Strictly adhering to daily routines! It's News Broadcast time right now!" I joked.
"What?! Brother, aren't you going to practice or prepare for something?" Old Ma asked in surprise.
"Haha, Old Ma, this isn't a theoretical exam; you can always sharpen your skills at the last minute. In sports competitions, what matters is real strength! By the way, you called me for a reason, right?"
"Ah, yes! In the second round tomorrow, your opponent is number 11! Did you know that?"
"Number 11?" I paused for a moment. "Oh, oh, the girl—the one with dark skin from the Navy?"
"Hey, don't underestimate her! You told me to keep an eye on her this morning. Let me tell you, this girl uses hooks—double hooks! Do you understand? She's from the Marine Corps! Before enlisting, she was at a Martial Arts School!"
"Wow, Marine Corps?! Are there any women there? No one else mentioned it."
"Hey, you missed it this morning; this girl is fierce! She drew blood from her opponent with just a few hooks and showed some mercy. The referees are even discussing whether they need to regulate these sharp weapons in the next round."
"Is she that ruthless?!" I gasped. "Yeah, you're right!" Old Ma reminded me before hanging up. I understood his concern; he wanted me to impress our leaders. Since I had a bye in the first round, if I lost in the second round, it would reflect poorly on him as well.
However, considering that number 11 had injured someone already meant she hadn't fully mastered her technique yet; she might not be as formidable as she seemed. After hanging up, I hesitated for a moment but decided to call Guan and Xu into my office.
"Hey, you two, I have a question for you. How much do you know about using hooks as weapons?" I intended to say something like, "No matter what weapon you use, I'll take you down with my stick!" and then adapt to the situation as it unfolded. But still, knowing your enemy is never a bad thing. To be honest, my understanding of hooks was limited to Captain Hook from "Fly Guy," who had a metal hook for a hand. I really didn't know much about cold weapons.
"Zhao Ke, Manhu Ying, Wu Hook, Frost Moon Bright," Guan murmured as he shook his head.
"Shut up! Wu Hook is actually a type of curved knife! Don't pretend to know what you don't!" Xu retorted.
"What the hell! Then you must know a lot," Guan replied defiantly.
Xu scratched his head. "I don't know that much, but the key is that very few people use this; it's quite obscure. A hook ranks seventh among the eighteen weapons, which shows its power. It can stab or slash, and once it hooks onto a person, it can cause significant damage and incapacitate them. Even if it hooks onto a weapon, it's easy to disarm the opponent or make them lose grip. Generally, double hooks are used for both offense and defense!"
"It seems you guys don't know much either," I thought. Xu's explanation was something I could have imagined myself. After sending them away, I returned to my room, contemplating how to deal with Sister Black. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep!
I slept soundly until Sheng Xiong called me awake. When I checked the time, I realized I was already late for our appointment. I quickly put on my training gear, donned my uniform, and grabbed the bag containing my steel rod as I rushed toward the front door.
When I arrived at the entrance, they were indeed waiting for me. Old Bi's eyes looked much better but were still slightly swollen. Jing had already started the car; as soon as I got in, she drove off toward the city.
"Brother Wang, I'm excited to see you! By the way, what competition are you entering? I still don't know!" Jing glanced at me through the rearview mirror.
"Hehe, you'll see soon enough!" I said while opening the bag and assembling my gear inside the car. I wasn't keen on letting anyone see the secret of my steel rod, so I had planned to put it together beforehand and bring it into the venue.
When Jing saw the nunchaku transform into short staffs, she was indeed surprised. Her astonishment grew when she saw me connect the two short staffs into a long staff. "Oh? Brother Wang, what is this? It can change shape!"
"Hehehe, this is your Brother Wang's treasure," Old Bi chuckled from beside her with a somewhat lewd tone.
"Shut up!"
...
We laughed all the way and finally arrived early at the activity center. Holding my staff, Old Bi and I waited at the entrance for Jing while competitors were also making their way inside.
Zhu Wu, Qin Sihu, and Shen Han all passed by us, glancing at the Steel Rod in my hand with complex expressions. They seemed to have guessed that the rod was made of steel, and with its weight combined with inertia, it could generate enough force to sweep everything away.
This look of surprise was particularly strong when Sister Black and Eleven entered. The Black and White Duo paused in front of us, and Old Bi, with a sheepish grin, rushed to say, "Hello, beautiful ladies! Wow, your leg techniques are amazing! Can you teach me?"
Neither of them paid him any attention. Just as Old Bi was feeling awkward, Jing arrived. Upon seeing the Black and White Duo, she called out, "Luo Luo! Sister Qi!"
The two aloof girls changed their demeanor upon seeing Jing. "Oh, Jing! Are you here to watch the competition of that master who once saved you?" one of them asked. "Who is it? We won't run into them, will we?"
Jing shyly glanced at me, and the Black and White Duo noticed her reaction, exclaiming in unison. I chuckled and said, "Sorry, Eleven, but it looks like we will run into each other. You might be disappointed."
"Hmph!" Sister Black turned on her heel and quickly walked inside with her long legs.
Jing stuck out her tongue at me. I didn't mind much, but Old Bi hurried after them, shouting as he went, "Hey, hey! Who is Luo Luo again? Ladies! Do you want me to share some intel about my Brothers? Know yourself and know your enemy!"
I shot a disdainful glance at Old Bi's retreating figure before gripping the Steel Rod behind my back as I entered the center.
(To be continued; more exciting content tomorrow!)
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