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Chapter 400 - 270 Dharma Realm

Chapter 400: Chapter 270 Dharma Realm

"Huff~ Huff~" Yan Weiwei’s chest rose and fell slightly due to the intense exercise she just had.

But her eyes were full of shock as she stared at the person opposite her.

Her face was filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Even though it was only for the briefest of moments, like a rabbit darting and a falcon swooping, Yan Weiwei, who had been attacking with all her might, couldn’t even touch the hem of her opponent’s clothes!

At first, she might have had the intention of holding back a little, just wanting to give this guy who was asking for it a slight lesson.

But as it went on, she had definitely given it her all.

Although it seemed like a straightforward series of combo attacks,

in reality, there were complex variations hidden within them. Yet even when she changed her attacks partway, her opponent easily saw through them, evading with corresponding movements.

Even when firing on all cylinders, she still didn’t stand a chance of going toe-to-toe with her opponent...

The gap between them was even greater than between her and Fan Shigang.

No! This wasn’t even a gap that could be described— they were simply not on the same level!

Yan Weiwei could clearly feel that this difference wasn’t one of strength or speed, but something more intangible...

Experience?

Visual acuity?

Anticipation?

When her eyes accidentally met those calm, unfathomable ones, Yan Weiwei inexplicably felt as though she was extremely active while her opponent was extremely passive, yet he could see through every move she made...

It wasn’t until Meng Lang removed his hand that she snapped out of her shock, and her astonishment quickly turned into a seething, unnamed rage.

"You... you’ve been hiding your strength all along? And during the time with Yuan Li, too?!"

Yan Weiwei was irate!

To think he was so strong and yet pretending to be a tough Husky!

She suddenly felt like she’d been fooled and toyed with.

"Don’t misunderstand, do you think when facing the barrel of a gun, anyone would still be in the mood to hide their strength?"

Meng Lang said calmly, as if he knew what Yan Weiwei was going to say.

"Hmm..."

Indeed, no matter how skilled in martial arts, a gun could bring anyone down. Even if he could evade punches and kicks, dodging a bullet seemed highly unlikely.

Meng Lang hadn’t lied to her either, on the night he subdued Yuan Li, he indeed was an ordinary person as weak as a chicken.

Even on the night of the car race, his "Overclocking" skill was still at the beginner level.

"So, are you saying that you bought a martial arts secret manual for 10 yuan and then suddenly made great progress in strength?"

Yan Weiwei fixed her eyes on him.

"Not quite like that; actually, just by observing earlier, I’ve already understood most of your attack patterns, achieving a level of ’know yourself and know your enemy.’

Added to that are my exceptional visual acuity and neural reaction speed, I could dodge your attacks like just now,"

Meng Lang assured her, speaking nothing but the truth.

Having watched from below for so long, he’d already activated his Overclocking State and had a complete understanding of Yan Weiwei’s speed, strength, and some common attack patterns...

Although he didn’t have Sharingan, but...

From today onwards, please call me "Copycat Martial Artist" Meng Lang Kakashi!

Determined to be versatile and face many trials, Meng Lang had long planned to enhance his personal force value, after all, it was a notable shortcoming of his.

The opportunity to "steal knowledge" from Yan Weiwei, a top-9 ranked master in the martial arts world, was perfect.

Regardless of the fact that his physical constitution and technique were not yet up to par to execute moves with the same power and speed as Yan Weiwei,

it was akin to learning the moves without the corresponding Internal Cultivation Methods.

But to watch once and seek to dodge? That posed no difficulty at all.

Personal force value might be negligible in the face of a super disaster like a "Volcanic Eruption",

but when facing ordinary "human assassins" like the "bus auntie" and Hu Dazhi, it’s quite significant.

At least that time in the bar, even without the trouble of enlisting external help, he could’ve easily handled it by himself.

Later on, even when up against "assassins" who deal in physical attacks, he wasn’t without the power to fight.

After all, Ah Xing had taken an Overclocking potion and, at the cost of severe injuries, managed to trade blows with an assassin on an even footing.

Compared to the Overclocking potion with its greater side effects, his own "Brain Overclocking" skill was safer.

Confirmed by his brothers, even if used frequently, at least until 2043, the only apparent effect on the body was turning from a person with black hair to one with white hair.

This was undoubtedly an initial sign of cerebral overuse.

For such a negligible side effect, Meng Lang felt it was acceptable, especially since he didn’t plan to use it frequently.

"Just... that’s it?"

Observation? Know yourself and know your enemy?

Yan Weiwei of course understood these weren’t the main points. The key was what he said later.

"Exceptional visual acuity and neural reaction speed"— that was the crux!

Could it be... that a high level in scouting skill could indeed cause a quantitative change to lead to a qualitative change?

Is this the terrifying man who can draw a dragon with his left hand and a rainbow with his right at the same time?

Yan Weiwei was baffled, and Fan Shigang in the audience was even more confused.

What? What are you all talking about?

He hid his strength?

Why do I feel... that Brother Meng has really defeated Master Yan?

Hey, hey! I’m just a spectator here, so please don’t get too carried away with your acting!

There’s no need to shatter my worldviews with your public display of affection...

But no matter how you look at it, these two seemed to not be acting.

At least in his memory, Master Yan absolutely couldn’t have been such a drama queen!

But if it really was so...

Fan Shigang felt that the world was truly too crazy.

Master Yan was already a martial arts master he looked up to with great admiration, and now, a random passerby who struck up a conversation with him had easily defeated Master Yan, who he held in such high esteem?

And the key point was that it only took one move!

What kind of monster was this?

King... Ugh!

Could it be one of those legendary Dark Energy masters?

"Fan Shigang! Be careful!"

Just as Fan Shigang was stunned silly, his mind no different from mush, he suddenly heard Yan Weiwei’s terrified shout from the stage.

"What?" Fan Shigang looked up...

At the same time, Meng Lang was also startled.

He just saw Yan Weiwei, who seemed to be about to say something else, suddenly change her expression drastically.

Then, looking towards him, she loudly warned him and stretched out her hand desperately, as if trying to prevent something, her expression panicky.

No way, could there be an accident happening here?

Meng Lang’s heart thudded, and he immediately turned instinctively to look behind him at Fan Shigang’s position...

And then the next moment.

Without any warning, a gust of wind hit the back of his head!

Sneak attack!

In that split second, the thought flashing through Meng Lang’s mind was...

Damn it! Yan Weiwei, you have no martial ethics!

There was no time to think about why Yan Weiwei would stoop so low as to launch a sneak attack on him.

Meng Lang instantly activated his brain’s overclocking state, then, relying on his astonishing perceptive abilities, he bent his body slightly in the nick of time, while lifting his right arm to block at his side...

With the attack imminent, there was absolutely no chance to dodge.

Even though his reactions could keep up, Meng Lang’s body speed couldn’t possibly break through human limits...

"Bang!"

In Meng Lang’s perception, before Yan Weiwei’s sweeping kick could reach him, the force of the wind had already caused the hairs on his arms to lie flat.

Even without seeing the specific attack, he accurately predicted his opponent’s strike point.

Just as his arm collided with Yan Weiwei’s calf, Meng Lang knew that the force of this strike was too fierce and powerful, and even if he blocked it, he was likely to be kicked away.

The next instant, he instinctively began adjusting his body posture, while using the opponent’s calf to dissipate the force, simultaneously diverting and easing the impact in the direction of the attack!

People falling from high buildings tend to break bones and tear muscles.

But when cats fall, they land uninjured, with grace.

The key here is to extend the contact time, reducing the impact force.

Physically speaking, according to the law of momentum Ft=P, when the change in momentum is fixed, the longer the duration of the force, the smaller the average force...

Well! In short, Meng Lang’s method of dissipating force was quite scientific.

Then, angered that his opponent couldn’t take a loss and resorted to sneak attacks, Meng Lang dissipated the force and then countered...

The altercation occurred suddenly, with the exchange between the two happening in an instant.

From Fan Shigang’s perspective below the stage, it looked like Yan Weiwei suddenly launched a sneak attack from behind Meng Lang.

And Meng Lang, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, precisely bent slightly and lifted his arm, miraculously blocking the strike!

Then, without any visible movement from Meng Lang.

Yan Weiwei was sent flying backward...

"Ah..."

Fan Shigang’s mouth hung open, completely losing the ability to speak.

His mind was filled with nothing but, "Holy shit! What the hell! Blah blah blah..."

In reality, it was Meng Lang’s precise buffering and rebounding of the force, with the sway of his body just millimeters, that made it seem as if the attacker had been flung away by an invisible force.

On the other hand, Yan Weiwei, who had been flung away by Meng Lang’s block, barely managed to find her balance mid-air, and as she landed somewhat clumsily and looked up at Meng Lang again, her face was nothing but shock.

"You... you... are a Transforming Energy master!"

"Er..."

Meng Lang looked bewildered.

What energy?

"Transforming... Energy?!"

Fan Shigang had just regained his capacity for speech when he almost bit his own tongue upon hearing this word!

Yan Weiwei slowly stood up, her eyes shining as she stared at Meng Lang up and down, her gaze as if she wanted to dissect him.

This made Meng Lang tense up.

He now realized that Yan Weiwei’s move wasn’t a sneak attack but rather a test.

Indeed, language is quite weak.

But... she seemed to have misunderstood something, right?

"Master Yan... are you saying, Brother Meng... no, Master Meng, is he a Transforming Energy master?!"

Fan Shigang stuttered.

In the eyes of ordinary martial artists like him, Dark Energy was already a rare peak that few in this age could reach, and within the whole National Martial Arts Circle, only a few old seniors were said to have reached such a realm.

Transforming Energy...

That was the stuff of legends...

"With the mind comes the force, sending and recalling at will, the body ethereal, external objects and forces respond to the body, not a feather can touch, not an insect can land, understanding the energy leads to divine clarity...

There’s no mistake! This is Transforming Energy! The legendary Dharma Realm!"

Yan Weiwei no longer had the slightest intention to be angry, her eyes looking at Meng Lang with reverence as if she were looking at a deity...