An opponent she had looked down on was actually able to dodge her first two moves with ease.
This left Rina Miyamoto both shocked and furious.
If she couldn't defeat her opponent in three moves without him fighting back, it would be a disgrace to her.
So no matter what, she had to win with her third move.
Karate is a major martial arts school in Fuso, controlled by three families—the Miyamoto Family is one of them.
These three families belong to the same style, but rivalry runs deep. As the Miyamoto Family's top young martial artist, Rina Miyamoto carries their hopes. If she loses now, the other two families will seize the chance to attack, so defeat is simply not an option.
Karate has three ultimate techniques.
They are the Juesha Style, Poqi Style, and Gangsha Style.
Only those who have reached the Innate Realm are qualified to learn these secret techniques.
But as the most gifted martial artist of her generation, Rina Miyamoto was taught the Juesha Style by her elders as a special exception.
The Juesha Style channels a martial artist's essence, energy, and spirit into a single point, unleashing it in a devastating attack.
However, Rina Miyamoto hasn't reached the Innate Realm yet, so she can't circulate her energy endlessly. Using the Juesha Style now will drain her inner strength completely—she's betting everything on this one move.
Sss!
Rina Miyamoto's form blurred, her hand slicing through the air like a blade, aiming straight for Ian Song's chest.
Is this Juesha Style move really that impressive?
Ian Song slid his foot back, smoothly retreating. Rina Miyamoto's strike was nearly at Innate-level speed and power—no wonder they called it the Juesha Style; it really could kill a Postnatal Great Perfection expert.
Unfortunately for her, her target was him, which meant she was doomed to...
Her hand-blade missed Ian Song's chest, but Rina Miyamoto didn't back down. She tracked his movements, her palm slashing upward with real killing intent, aiming for his throat.
Whoosh!
A shadow flashed by—Ian Song suddenly vanished from sight.
Losing her target, Rina Miyamoto panicked and spun around, only to find Ian Song several meters away, smiling at her.
"Miss Miyamoto, three moves have passed. Do you still have the strength to continue?"
Feeling her inner strength completely spent, Rina Miyamoto's face turned pale.
"You... who are you, really?"
She had watched Leon Long's sparring videos—he could never be this strong.
Ian Song winked at her. "Who do you think I am? All right, it's my turn now. You'd better be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Rina Miyamoto felt her vision blur, and then a palm landed on her shoulder.
......
In front of everyone, the fake Leon Long defeated Rina Miyamoto.
This made Leon Long and Gavin Gan even more famous at Waterwood University.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for Ian Song to travel to another world again. During this period, besides coaching Leon Long, Gavin Gan, and Kelly Wu in martial arts, he also read a huge number of novels.
Additionally, he made a special trip to see Mira Su.
Thanks to Charles Zhao's deliberate support, Mira Su's father's business was booming. The last project was already wrapping up, and soon there would be a large cash flow.
However, Ian Song was a little disappointed that Mira Su still had concerns in her heart.
Ian Song didn't push her, because he knew this was a knot in her heart. If she couldn't untie it herself, even being together by force would be pointless.
At the same time, Ian Song also returned to Riverstone City to spend a few days with Hannah Han.
Shayan Jade Boutique was doing very well. With its growing reputation, it almost dominated the high-end jade market in Riverstone City, and Hannah Han was planning to open a branch in a nearby city.
Ian Song supported her plans.
Late night, in the rental apartment.
Staring at the bronze gate that appeared in the void, Ian Song stepped inside without hesitation.
The scene shifted, and Ian Song once again found himself in the oval-shaped hall.
Seeing the eight doors around him, he chose one and pushed it open to enter.
Mmm.
With a faint groan, Ian Song woke up. He scanned his surroundings warily, discovering that he was in a dormitory—unlike the ones at Waterwood University. This one housed six people and was filthy, with dirty socks and shoes strewn about, instant noodle containers piled near the door, and several overflowing trash bins.
The whole room reeked with a pungent, unpleasant odor.
But at the moment, he was the only one in the dorm.
Suddenly, a surge of information exploded in his mind—it was the memory of a college student who shared his name.
After fully absorbing this Ian Song's memories, he understood the world and country he was in.
This world was very similar to the real one. However, the country was called the Centralia Republic, not the Yanhuang Republic.
He was now a sophomore at South China University.
But then, Ian Song couldn't help but feel confused. This world seemed almost identical to reality—so why had he been sent here?
Bang!
The dorm door swung open, and in walked two guys—one tall, one short. The shorter one was carrying a boxed dinner.
These two were his roommates.
The tall one was Liao Yong, the short one was Zhu Hongzhi.
"Third Bro, how are you feeling? Is your cold any better?" Liao Yong asked, his tone boisterous.
"Much better," Ian Song replied with a smile. The original Ian Song had caught a cold two days ago and had been resting in the dorm ever since.
"Here, Third Bro, I brought you dinner. Eat up!" Zhu Hongzhi grinned and handed the boxed meal to Ian Song.
"Thanks," Ian Song said gratefully.
The original Ian Song hadn't gotten along well with his five roommates—he'd been selfish and self-centered. But after he got sick, the other five had set aside past grievances and helped him out, buying medicine and bringing him food.
Hearing Ian Song say thank you, both Liao Yong and Zhu Hongzhi were a little surprised. After two days of looking after him, this was the first time they'd heard him express gratitude.
Of course, they had no idea that the Ian Song before them was no longer the same person.
The boxed dinner Zhu Hongzhi brought back was pretty generous—even included a chicken drumstick.
After finishing his meal, Ian Song chatted idly with the two, but inside he grew even more confused. What kind of world was this? And why hadn't the system assigned him any tasks yet?
What was even stranger was that, despite all the novels, movies, and TV shows he'd seen, he couldn't recall a single story with a world quite like this. Was this another world based on a novel he'd never read?
An hour later, the other three roommates returned to the dorm.
Their names were Zhou Kang, Mao Bai, and Wang Rui.
After a quick round of greetings, Mao Bai launched into a vivid retelling of a strange event the three of them had just experienced.
It turned out that after dinner, the three had gone to an internet café to play games together.
To their shock, after a while, one of the guys in the café suddenly went berserk, biting anyone he saw. Five people were bitten before it was over.
Hearing this, Ian Song had a suspicion. He asked, "What happened to the crazy guy and the five people he bit?"
Mao Bai glanced at Ian Song and said, "The crazy guy was taken away by the police—probably to a mental hospital. Two of the bitten were seriously hurt, chunks of flesh bitten off, and got sent to the hospital. The other three weren't as bad and went to the police station to give statements."
At that, Ian Song understood: This world... it had to be an apocalypse world!