Chapter 83 - 83 69 My Way

83: Chapter 69: My Way 83: Chapter 69: My Way “…This attack style, why does it seem familiar?” As a second-year student in the “proactively striving” group and a volunteer helper in this exam, “Golden Sand” Hua Xueyi naturally came to help. Seeing the “tentacle attack” on the screen, she fell into deep thought. “Eh? Hua senior sister, isn’t this your ‘Rock and Roll Joy’?” Her fellow friend, pointing at the full-screen whipping “tyranny” in the screen, asked. It seemed that not only was she the one who had a familiar feeling. Hua Xueyi put down the work in her hands, carefully observed it, and finally shook her head. “….No, if it were me, I wouldn’t waste any effort, and every whip would aim for a result. This seems to have amazing power, but it actually wastes most of the effort, it’s too scattered. Well, considering that it’s not his own effort, it’s not wrong, it’s just…” Hua Xueyi didn’t finish the rest of her sentence, but the answer was already in her heart. “…..How does he have my own self-created ‘My Way’ combat style? Oh, this is the divided fighting experience, a truly cheating ability. The most outrageous thing is that it’s a win-win, and I still wanted to find him…” From the beginning, Hua Xueyi didn’t get the familiar feeling from the “tentacles”. Her golden hair could be turned into knives, spears, swords, and whips but whipped like tentacles only on rare occasions. The attack method was too crude and consumed too much, making it too wasteful and extravagant for her. What she really saw was Lu Ping’an’s… “….Nearly perfect distance control, which is Hua senior sister’s most terrifying aspect.” Another top hundred master was hit by a sudden tentacle and flew out directly. “Practicing sword, axe, spear, whip, and other weapons at the same time is not because they look cool, but because they have their own best attack methods and attack ranges…” “Snap.” A snap of his fingers, and a tentacle emerged from beneath the trench coat, and the attacker behind him was caught and tied up. As soon as he was lifted up, Lu Ping’an turned his head, swung his body, and swung his heavy hammer with a whip-like tail accompanied by his trench coat. He always had his hands in his pocket, not to show off, but because that was how the senior sister did it in the memory fragments. She didn’t want her hands to interfere with the control of her rhythm and the “prosthetic limbs” at the back of her head. Another battle took place, and this time, facing the giant canister, Lu Ping’an chose to force a charge. One whip strike, two… dodge the opponent’s counterattack, then turn around and come at them again. The counter-reaction forces from the collision created distance between the two, allowing the quicksilver-like assault to start a second round. Seemingly meaningless kicking techniques pointed out the direction for the following whip strikes. The constantly dancing body served as a real “direction guide” for the attacker. This combat style splits the user into two parts, the dancer acting as the “conductor” and the “attacking weapon” at the back of their head. The dancer is only a performer, just a tool to control distance and rhythm, and only needs to take care of self-defense. Next, all you need to do is stand in the most uncomfortable position for your opponent and rely on the “automatic weapon” for automatic attacking. The poor unlucky guy couldn’t keep up with the rhythm of the offense, was entangled by the swarming tentacles, and became the next victim. “Is this how she uses her All Weapon Specialization?” Due to the needs of actual combat, different weapons such as knives, guns, swords, and axes are required for distance and functionality needs. Or to put it another way, the more weapon types are equipped, the stronger the attack combinations and battlefield adaptability. “Golden Sand” is not the golden Medusa Lu Ping’an understands. Still, once the golden figure attacks, it’s like a desert’s golden sand blowing, as smooth as quicksilver pouring, unstoppable, uncontrollable, impossible to stop. Compared with that combat style’s founder, Lu Ping’an was even more relaxed… he only needed to open the exit at the right time, and he didn’t need to put in the effort himself. “Heh, I really have to thank my seniors. Brother Xue En helped me open this door, and Hua senior sister helped me improve it.” It was Disaster Fist, Xue En, who made Lu Ping’an realize the importance of combining abilities and body techniques in combat. “Fusion” is the premise of actual combat, which allowed him to develop only his “Magic Plant (Space) Body Technique.” The integrated elements included his “Magic Plants,” his “Secret Realm,” and his close combat system support. And it was Hua senior sister’s understanding of combat and perfect grasp of battlefield space that gave this immature body technique true battle value quickly. “…Divide the distance into extremely near, near, middle, long, and very long, using different weapons according to demand. Hehe, I’m even simpler, I only need to set up equidistant space exits.” Close to push, medium to stab, far to whip. Running to chase, hiding to sweep, hidden to surround. Attack to shield, defend to smash, turtle to… furiously smash! Set the battle methods and modules in advance, and then activate them according to demand. Perhaps this is not the realm of masters who can send and receive as they wish. But for a rookie, simplifying operations and modular attacks will immediately bring a significant improvement in practical combat capabilities! Noobs playing fighting games can also take a one-hit kill and pretend to be a gaming master. Lu Ping’an himself was merely an indifferent operating table. “Heh, thirty-two consecutive victories in my grasp.” Looking at the girl in front of him with an angry and unconvinced face, still turning to light in helplessness, Lu Ping’an stretched out his tentacles… and scared her with the roots, satisfyingly harvesting a pale frightened face. One by one, the opponents fell under this relentless and ruleless barrage of assaults, including a top twenty-something master who couldn’t withstand the continuous slamming. Using a multi-weapon rapid-fire that works at all ranges to achieve a super continuous infinite attack rhythm and disrupt the opponent’s rhythm, is the core style of Hua senior sister’s “My Way”. Lu Ping’an did not fully imitate it, but integrated it into his own battle rhythm. “However, she’s already prepared for it, looks like it’s the second round already…” Lu Ping’an sighed and headed to the next room. Even for him, fighting continuous battles like this was exhausting, and the rules wouldn’t allow him to take a break. Lu Ping’an tried to delay the fight without defeating his opponent to regain some energy. But as soon as he did that, the other party sensed that he couldn’t win, and the feeling of failure directly kicked him out. And what if he encountered opponents who were equally matched or just slightly weaker? Using this tactic would only bring trouble to himself; there were plenty of examples where one would find themselves defeated after dragging the fight out. After a close call with getting injured from an opponent’s desperate counterattack, Lu Ping’an abandoned the idea. “…Fight as many rounds as I can, but don’t force it. Getting injured and exhausting my energy is not worth it. I still have two lives…” In the following fights, his opponents confirmed Lu Ping’an’s guess that they were basically prepared for his tentacles. Keeping their distance and using long-range attacks, at least against sudden whips, they were mentally prepared, making it harder for Lu Ping’an to win. This marks the middle stage of the competition when most contestants have used up their first “life” and started the second round of tests. After losing, those with a bit of rationality don’t immediately reenter. Resting, adjusting, healing, and most importantly, collecting information about other competitors that has already been exposed. Second-round contestants have an overwhelming advantage in terms of intelligence, making it even harder for Lu Ping’an… They know his tactics well, but he hardly knows anything about them, with several close calls against weaker opponents. “It seems like it’s not working anymore. I shouldn’t get injured – it would cost me points.” The fairness of the competition requires that ordinary treatment is no problem, and he can use his recovery ability freely. However, if an official healer is asked for supernatural assistance, it would directly become a deduction option, and a heavy deduction at that—a fatal injury will be deducted by one point. Even if Lu Ping’an wanted to accept this healing deduction service, he wouldn’t have the opportunity—his ability’s side effect cancels out direct healing from healers. On another level, the unfortunate Sun Xingwen has already lost the opportunity to compete for prizes. By the 45th round, Lu Ping’an could hardly hold on any longer, as his energy had begun to wane. Every opponent being prepared for him also significantly increased his own consumption. Are there any who don’t know about him? Yes, but such opponents are actually more difficult to deal with, as it means that the opponent is also in the first round, which means that Lu Ping’an must be fully prepared. This kind of fighting was becoming very uneconomical; Lu Ping’an also needed to supplement his intelligence support, and once again bring the pre-war preparations to an even level. Finally, when Lu Ping’an was about to leave (losing without deductions, as only victories are scored), he encountered an unexpected opponent. “…Hmm, Meow? Why do you look so miserable?” In fact, Lei Shuiyun wasn’t just looking a little miserable, she was truly very miserable. Her tail was wrapped in a bandage, and her right hand was tightly bandaged as well. As a purely close combat professional, every round of hers was a bloody fight, and getting injured was a common occurrence. The continuous battles were a bit tragic for close combat professionals. If it weren’t for Meow’s outstanding self-healing ability, she probably wouldn’t have been able to hold out until now. “How’s it going? Which ‘life’ are you on?” “Meow, the second one. In the first life I met one of the top hundred opponents halfway through.” Meow looked somewhat despondent, and her tail drooped helplessly. Although she was still in the second round, she knew that she couldn’t hold on much longer, and now she had just encountered Lu Ping’an… “Well…let’s talk later.” Sensing this, Meow patted her cheeks, revived her spirits, clenched her fists, but saw Lu Ping’an dissolving into light… “Huh?!” “I’m going out to take a break, you’ll probably be coming out soon too. After that, let’s have lunch together and exchange some information.” With that, Lu Ping’an left. Lei Shuiyun’s expression became even more subtle, and the next moment, Meow laughed happily. In this kind of competition format, there’s no comparison between the scores of strong and weak contestants. Ten consecutive victories against weaklings wouldn’t equal eliminating one from the top 1000. Considering Lu Ping’an’s amazing winning streak, this is a major gift for Meow, who is on the edge of elimination, giving her a significant lifeline. “Meow! I’ll treat you to lunch!” So, Meow excitedly rushed to the next level. Oh, it’s a third-tier ranked in the top ten… Mr. Knight really couldn’t stand the sand in his eyes! Lu Ping’an was still at the entrance of the Secret Realm, and as he turned around and lowered his head, he met eyes with Meow again. “You sure are quick. We had an appointment, but you didn’t need to rush like this…” “Don’t look at me, Meow! Don’t look at me, Meow!” Blushing, Meow covered her face and dodged, only stopping short of squatting down with her head in her hands.