Chapter 12: Dynamic Copy
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“The King’s Game has already gone through eight rounds?”
“This so-called shuffle, I wonder if it has anything to do with the King’s Judgment mentioned in Erland’s diary.”
The more Chen Qi learned, the more questions filled his mind.
Yet he firmly believed he would eventually uncover the truth.
The final winner of this King’s Game would be him.
After all, he could cheat!
But Chen Qi never intended to rely solely on wishes. The dice rolls were uncontrollable—what if he rolled a two next time?
In the end, one still had to rely on oneself!
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Time slipped away little by little as Chen Qi kept pushing himself.
Soon, the day of his appointment with Mu Wanqing arrived.
“This is the manual of the Red Falcon Fist!”
“I’ll demonstrate it for you once first!”
Inside a training hall remodeled from a small basketball court, Mu Wanqing handed Chen Qi a thick thread-bound book.
She then watched as [Qiao Moya] flipped through it rapidly, pages fluttering as if a bank teller were counting stacks of cash.
Mu Wanqing frowned, clearly displeased with this behavior.
But for the sake of the money, she endured it!
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“Alright, I’ve memorized the manual. You can start your demonstration now.”
Three minutes later, Chen Qi closed the manual and looked toward Mu Wanqing.
Dressed in a martial arts uniform, Mu Wanqing exuded a heroic aura that mingled with her natural grace.
If [Erland] were present, he would no doubt turn into a fawning sycophant on the spot.
“Were you really reading the manual just now?”
Mu Wanqing did not believe for a second that Chen Qi had memorized the entire thing.
Even a photocopier wouldn’t dare boast like that.
Hah, men. She had seen such tricks far too many times.
Faced with her blatant disbelief, Chen Qi remained calm.
In her position, he too would never believe someone could memorize a martial arts manual in just a few minutes.
Yet unbelievable as it sounded, it was the truth.
Chen Qi had not only memorized the entire manual but also thoroughly understood it, as if he had studied and pondered it for decades.
This astonishing learning ability was the “fruit” of his recent efforts.
As he mastered more and more ancient scripts, it felt as if his brain had evolved, his intellect surging upward at an incredible pace.
Chen Qi did not know if other [apprentices] would undergo such a transformation, but he had truly upgraded his mind.
Apprentices—that was knowledge he had newly deciphered from the [Qiao Moya Diary].
At the Taimoya Academy of Magic, humans were divided into three tiers based on their strength.
Magic Apprentice. Awakened. Apostle!
[Qiao Moya Chris] was among the very best of magic apprentices, though he had long failed to achieve [Spiritual Awakening].
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“Watch carefully!”
“Bang!”
Mu Wanqing had no interest in whether Chen Qi was bluffing; she simply did what she had promised.
In her white martial arts uniform, she thrust her palm forward. The air before her exploded instantly, rolling sound waves bursting outward.
But that was merely her way of greeting Chen Qi.
In the next instant, a piercing whistle split the air as white shadows streaked across the training hall. It was as though a falcon had materialized in the gymnasium, swooping and hunting.
“So this is the Red Falcon Fist?”
“No wonder it’s known as a school famed for its speed.”
Activating his [Body Manipulation] ability silently, Chen Qi’s eyes shifted under the control of puppet-threads until he finally locked onto Mu Wanqing’s movements.
[Dynamic Vision]—this was the third ability developed by Erland.
But Erland’s version could only track fast-moving objects.
Chen Qi would not settle for that. With his evolved brain, he could push it further, refine it better.
As the puppet-threads connected his eyes and brain, his dynamic capture ability rose exponentially.
Supported by his mind’s immense processing power, every move of Mu Wanqing was frozen and analyzed in an instant.
It was as though he were watching a martial arts movie, able to adjust the frame rate at will.
If that were all, he would be nothing more than a high-speed camera.
But with his terrifying comprehension, Chen Qi instantly learned.
With the manual to decode and Mu Wanqing’s demonstration as a guide, he could achieve a [Perfect Copy] the very moment she moved.
Of course, such a feat came with a cost.
His [Body Manipulation], which normally lasted ten minutes, burned out in just five.
Fortunately, Mu Wanqing’s demonstration also ended then!
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“Did you see clearly?”
“This is the boxing art of our Red Falcon Sect!”
“Of course, just now I was only using 15% of my muscle capacity, slightly above that of ordinary people. But even so, it’s enough for me to fight ten at once and utterly crush normal humans.”
Despite the intensity, Mu Wanqing’s breathing remained steady. Clearly, 15% was nothing but her warm-up.
“According to the manual, combat mastery has five levels: Beginner, Proficient, Expert, Master, and Grandmaster!”
“Once I reach the Grandmaster stage, my muscle utilization will hit 30%.”
Seeing her martial arts firsthand, Chen Qi finally understood why the [Black Blood Federation] had targeted martial artists for their super-soldier program.
At just 15%, she was already this formidable. If one could reach 35% and combine it with high-tech gear, a single squad could topple a small nation.
A country like Blue Yu, with only thirty thousand troops, could never withstand a force of super soldiers.
“Hah, don’t aim too high. Right now, the most important thing for you is just getting started!”
“What matters most in martial arts is the spirit of the path. Muscle utilization is only its surface.”
Clearly, Mu Wanqing—and the entire Red Falcon Sect—resented this clinical way of measuring ability.
Chen Qi, for his part, dismissed their so-called martial spirit.
Still, he had no intention of immediately flaunting his [Proficient-level Red Falcon Fist] to slap her face.
His plan was always to buy time, so of course he wouldn’t “master it instantly.”
As a result, the training proceeded “harmoniously,” with his careful cooperation.
Mu Wanqing soon concluded that Chen Qi was indeed gifted—a rare talent seen once in a decade—and briefly considered recruiting him into the sect again.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t shown himself to be a once-in-a-century prodigy. Otherwise, she might have contemplated using beauty as bait.
By noon, the morning’s training had passed quickly. As the chairman of the Chris Group and a freshly minted magic apprentice, Chen Qi had far more important matters than martial arts alone.
There were still pressing issues to address!
For instance, negotiations between Tarenno and the Fire Fox g**g had reached their final stage, and he needed to make the final call.
Yet just as Chen Qi prepared to meet with Tarenno, an unexpected incoming call appeared on his communicator.
The note on the display read: [Mei 10].
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