Chapter 882: [(684)] On the Blacklist (Seeking 5K monthly tickets and subscriptions) Chapter 882: [(684)] On the Blacklist (Seeking 5K monthly tickets and subscriptions) Early in the morning, just as the sky began to lighten, ripples danced across the lake surface with the wind.
By the shore,
two figures were seated opposite each other under a willow tree, with a chessboard between them.
“The Western Continent was quite lively last night, and they’ve sent us an invitation, hoping our Information Institute can lend some support,” the white-haired elder said slowly after making his move.
“The Western Continent turns to us, Dragon City Martial Arts University?” The elder in black seemed to mock, “What are they planning?”
“Indeed, they are openly scheming,” the white-haired elder spoke slowly. “Both the Eastern Continent and the Federation have contacted me already, with attitudes that were somewhat ambiguous.”
“Go, why not? Let Little Fang lead the team. If anyone disobeys, just smack them. I don’t believe those Ninth Rank big shots would personally come down to trouble a little guy,” the elder in black sneered.
“You really are generous. Aren’t you afraid Little Fang might encounter trouble there? The Western Continent has been quite chaotic lately,” the white-haired elder shook his head and chuckled. “I plan to have Professor Xu lead the team personally.”
“That girl You Yue… sure, she hasn’t made a move in many years. Let her take Little Fang and get some exposure.”
“Okay.”
The white-haired elder stood up, “I’ll go and make the arrangements.”
The black-clad elder was startled and suddenly puffed up in anger, “We haven’t finished this game yet.”
“No more, no more, we’ll play another day.”
“You old fool, I was just two moves away from winning. Come back here, I rarely get to beat you!”
“Another day, another day…”
The black-clad elder looked pained, “Old fox.”
He sat back in front of the chessboard, thoughtful about the earlier conversation.
Then, he dialed a number,
“Check what sneaky things the Western Continent is up to recently?”
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…
The sky was still just lighting up.
On the training ground, two figures constantly interweaved.
It was Pei Jinye and Liu Limin.
Seeing Liu Limin charge forward with great momentum only to be immediately blocked by an arm from Pei Jinye, who parried the punch and countered with Long Arm Fist Style.
Liu Limin yelled in approval.
Having been at the training class for nearly three months, and with the resources of the elite class, his Vitality had doubled since his arrival.
Plus, with an ancient master like Gu as his mentor, his strength was progressing rapidly.
Pei Jinye suppressed his cultivation, continuously exchanging moves.
He trained his control over the details of his power.
The two figures intertwined ceaselessly.
Not far off,
Cao Yingjun felt an itch to join, but when he turned his head and saw Zhong Taishu, who also seemed eager…
He ultimately stepped back timidly and averted his gaze, “Uncle, have some water, let’s talk nicely.”
…
After a moment,
Liu Limin stepped back, his arms covered in red marks, grimacing, “Hiss, ah, that hurts.”
Pei Jinye shook his arms, “Your strength isn’t small either.”
Watching the two discussing their experience, Cao Yingjun and Zhong Taishu eagerly joined in.
“In my understanding, when sparring, don’t follow routines, disrupt the moves, make it hard for the opponent to grasp your purpose… even if it’s for just a few seconds or dozens of seconds causing emotional fluctuations, that could be your opportunity.”
Among the four, only Pei Jinye and Zhong Taishu had real combat experience, so Zhong Taishu held Pei Jinye’s advice in high regard.
“I heard once during training that, without relying on any external aids, one should appear false when true, and true when false; never let someone pinpoint your offensive center,” Zhong Taishu agreed with much enthusiasm.
Liu Limin and Cao Yingjun seemed to half understand.
“So, it means, play dirty if you can?”
Out of the blue, Cao Yingjun summarized.
Liu Limin and Zhong Taishu glanced at each other.
Pei Jinye gave a thumbs up, “You’ve got the gist. If you can’t beat them, play dirty; it might just work.”
Liu Limin caught on and deeply agreed, “Indeed, in a fight to the death, you strike to kill.”
The four quickly delved into discussing sneaky tactics.
“I’ve seen someone use a laser pointer before…”
“That’s so small; better to use a mirror to reflect light.”
“What if it rains?”
“That…”
“Why go out in the rain? Stay home.”
“But what if someone decides to trouble me at home during a rain?”
“Use lime.”
Pei Jinye interjected calmly.
The three others stared in shock.
Liu Limin, with an exaggerated expression, exclaimed, “Damn, I never thought of that. Looks like I need to keep some lime on me from now on.”
In the following week, Zhong Taishu participated in every session of room 317’s meetings whenever he was free.
Liu Limin insisted on having Cao Yingjun throw lime; he wanted to try how to counter it… the next second, he was screaming, clutching his eyes, and rushed to the infirmary.
After ten minutes, he could see again, although his eyes were very red.
In the morning class the next day, Ji Yuyan and Ji Wutian saw him like that and thought he was heartbroken… “Crying that hard?”
Even Lin Xiuxian couldn’t help but look at him.
Liu Limin silently lowered his head.
The next day early morning.
Liu Limin entered the fray again.
“Are you really okay?” Cao Yingjun asked, unable to help himself.
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“I’m fine.” Liu Limin patted his waist pouch, releasing a puff of dust, “I increasingly believe lime is very useful.”
…
Even Pei Jinye felt helpless.
This guy now kept a bag of lime in the dorm; he carried a pocket of it whenever there was a chance.
As Pei Jinye and Zhong Taishu sparred, nearby they could hear Liu Limin laughing alone, “Heh, heh, haha.”