18: You will be able to break the trick after practicing

Liu Ren stood upright, a frustrated expression on his face: “What kind of move was that?”

Tang Gao was stunned; he didn't know what kind of move it was either, only that after countless life-and-deathHones, he seemed to have stopped using any particular moves.

He just used whatever move was effective for killing; what did it need a name for?

Tang Gao thought for a moment and said, “It doesn’t have a name. I just… learned it by practicing.”

When Liu Ren heard these words, the frustration on his face grew even deeper: “You didn’t even use Battle Qi.”

He had been staring intently at Tang Gao and knew very well that Tang Gao hadn't used any Battle Qi just now.

If Tang Gao had used even a bit of Battle Qi, Liu Ren wouldn't have felt so utterly frustrated.

The Class Teacher heard this and was greatly surprised: “You didn’t use Battle Qi just now? You didn’t use Battle Qi just now!”

The surrounding classmates were astonished:

“Holy crap!? Did Brother Tang use Battle Qi when he broke the move just now?”

“No, honestly, I didn’t even see how Brother Tang made his move.”

“...Let’s just say, when did Tang Gao become so abnormal?”

The supervising teachers exchanged glances, seeing the same look of surprise and uncertainty in each other’s eyes.

It was strange; even they hadn't immediately noticed whether Battle Qi had been used.

Did this young fellow not use Battle Qi at all, or was his Battle Qi circulation too fast?

“It seems not, honestly, I didn’t see clearly either. This student’s striking speed is incredibly fast.”

“I didn’t even see his move, let alone his Battle Qi.”

“My perception is quite sharp, and I didn’t sense any Battle Qi being used either.”

Everyone looked at Tang Gao with questioning gazes, hoping to learn the truth from the source himself.

Tang Gao thought back carefully and shook his head: “No, I just mastered Battle Qi… I forgot to use it.”

The actual situation was that Liu Ren’s attack was too weak. Tang Gao instinctively judged that he didn’t even need Battle Qi to break Liu Ren’s move with a wave of his hand, so why waste Battle Qi?

This was the instinct of a perfect speedrunner; there was no need to waste even a shred of Battle Qi.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Forgot to use it.

What a sincere and simple answer.

It was truly heartbreaking.

The frustration on Liu Ren’s face deepened, but a sense of admiration for Brother Tang also arose. These two emotions mixed together, making his mood incredibly complex. After a long moment, he slowly spoke: “Brother Tang, congratulations.”

He was happy for Brother Tang’s rise, but at the same time, he had been severely struck a blow.

Losing was normal.

But losing so quickly, and so inexplicably, was truly a first in his life.

The Class Teacher, seeing a good opportunity, didn't bother comforting Liu Ren and waved him away: “Come, come, Little Gao, let me spar with you.”

Liu Ren was clearly not enough; even if he fought with all his strength, it would only serve to highlight Tang Gao’s power to the fullest.

Having been a teacher for so many years, Tian Qiang had rich experience and had even personally taught successful students. He knew that Tang Gao’s excellence had already surpassed the scope of a student.

With Tang Gao’s harmless appearance, coupled with that terrifyingly fast striking speed just now, even an old hand like himself, if not careful, would risk falling into his Dao.

Not to mention these young novices who hadn't even stepped into society yet.

Liu Ren saw the Class Teacher step in and breathed a slight sigh of relief, feeling that being crushed wasn’t such an unacceptable thing after all.

Brother Tang was strong enough to make Teacher Tian step in; wasn’t it perfectly normal for him to lose?

Tang Gao was speechless for a moment: “Teacher Tian, I got a perfect score on the mini-martial arts test. There’s no need for me to spar with you, right?”

No matter what, Teacher Tian was a Third-Stage Cultivator. Having taught for many years, his foundation had long been exceptionally solid, and he even had one or two unique skills.

Teacher Tian rolled up his sleeves, his slightly plump figure, a mischievous smile on his face: “Just for fun. If you win, I’ll add ten points to your score.”

Tang Gao stood ramrod straight, ready, his eyes serious: “Alright, let’s fight!”

Liu Ren quickly retreated into the crowd of onlookers, holding his breath and widening his eyes to watch Brother Tang’s performance.

His classmates also held their breath, watching Tang Gao intently, afraid of missing any detail.

The commotion here also attracted the attention of students and teachers from other classes. Hearing that someone here had broken an elite class’s martial arts test top student’s attack without using Battle Qi, they all gathered around.

“Strange, has our Eighth High School produced another monster this year?”

“Hahaha, holy crap, Teacher Tian actually stepped in himself.”

“There’s a good show to watch, stop fighting, stop fighting, come watch the show.”

Chinese people have a natural inclination for watching excitement. To watch the fun and gossip, mini-martial arts tests in other classes were suspended, and several layers of people gathered to watch. Some even found stools to stand on.

They just wanted to know how powerful this Genius who broke moves without Battle Qi truly was.

Tang Gao stood firm, ready, poised for battle, his eyes serious, his hands loosely clenched into fists, positioned one in front of the other.

Teacher Tian initially looked at him and couldn't help but sneer. After all, he was still a young man, full of youthful vigor and a bit overconfident.

Teacher Tian was about to approach and give the young man a few moves to let him know the gravity of the martial arts test and not to be overconfident. Just as he was about to raise his hand, his expression subtly changed, and he felt an indistinct sense of unease.

The young man opposite seemed casual, but in reality, his posture was a natural and comfortable result of countless tempering, putting himself in a position where he could advance or retreat. If he were to truly attack like this, he might suffer a small loss.

Amateurs watch the excitement, experts watch the Dao.

From his opening stance, Tang Gao was far from simple.

Teacher Tian frowned, assumed his martial arts stance, his eyes grew serious, and his mind began to pre-enact Tang Gao’s counter-moves, assuming he was Tang Gao, what advantages and disadvantages would such actions have.

Shadows of Brother Tang’s counter-attacks appeared one after another before Teacher Tian’s eyes, as he deduced all the possible moves he could foresee.

He didn't win.

Teacher Tian’s expression was slightly startled. He realized he couldn't win within three moves. Tang Gao’s stance was indeed the optimal balanced posture for both exerting force and defending.

A fine layer of sweat beaded on Teacher Tian’s forehead. How was it possible that he, a Third-Stage Cultivator, was fighting an unranked individual and couldn't even win in his understanding of moves?

“…Why isn’t Teacher Tian making a move?”

A student quietly asked a teacher in the crowd.

The teacher waved him to be quiet, his eyes fixed on Tang Gao, a grave expression on his face, his entire body’s Battle Qi couldn't help but circulate within him, keeping him in peak condition, afraid of missing this spectacular martial arts duel.

Before hearing this commotion, he thought that breaking an excellent student’s move without using Battle Qi was somewhat far-fetched and absurd.

Upon seeing Tang Gao’s relaxed and natural stance, his seemingly steel-like, tempered martial arts experience, and his Aura, he felt that his previous words were too light.

For someone like this, using Battle Qi against a group of tender students would be an insult.

An insult to his own tempered martial arts experience.

The teachers’ solemnity and extreme focus made the students afraid to breathe loudly. Although they didn't know exactly what was happening, seeing the teachers so focused, they knew that what was about to happen would be incredibly exciting.

No matter if this student won or lost, it would be extremely exciting.