Chapter 19：Isolation Training Space (3) (1/2)
Chapter 19 – Isolation Training Space (3)
The boy rotated the knife grip and held the knife as if it was an ice pick. He stared at Miaomiao with his expressionless face and scuffed toward him, approaching Miaomiao like a modern marine with a combat knife.
Seeing the boy's stance, Miaomiao dashed toward him. As soon as he got in front of the clone, he juked right, using his footwork to get on the boy's left side.
The boy was holding the knife with his right hand. Thus, he couldn't turn around and use it right away.
Still, the beggar reacted to Miaomiao's footwork. He shifted his grip again by holding the knife by the edge. Then, he rotated his shoulders and his arm.
The boy threw the knife at Miaomiao!
”!!!”
Miaomiao raised his arms to block the knife.
*POEK*
The knife lodged into Miaomiao's left forearm. It got stuck into his bone.
Miaomiao ignored the pain and sent a middle-kick. But in this case, his leg went for the boy's head as the latter was short.
*BAM*
The boy guarded the kick with both arms. Because of the difference in weight and size, he staggered but he corrected his footing in an instant.
Miaomiao pulled the knife from his forearm. Blood gushed out from his wound, but he didn't care.
Gripping the knife in reverse in his right hand, Miaomiao's right punch came for the boy's face.
The boy tilted his head and dodged the punch.
But Miaomiao rotated his right wrist and pulled the hand and knife toward himself to his left side as if he was pulling a sickle to cut a stalk of rice.
Yet, the beggar reacted to the move and tilted his body to the side.
The knife grazed the boy's ears, face, and the back of his head. A long 1cm deep wound appeared on the boy's face.
Because of the sudden evasive movement, the boy lost the footing and balance.
Miaomiao pursued. He thrust the knife into the boy's chest.
*SUEK*
The beggar clone couldn't dodge this time. The knife went through his chest and heart, but he didn't die right away.
The boy's left hand grabbed Miaomiao's arm, trying to lock him onto himself. Meanwhile, his right pale hand turned red and swelled.
*SOEK*
The clone's right hand pierced Miaomiao's abdomen. It penetrated into his skin seized the latter's left ribcages, trying to break the bones and yank them out.
”DAFUQ!?”
Miaomiao was confused about how the boy with level 1 strength could stab his body barehanded. Because of the injury and his anger, he pulled the knife and stabbed the clone again.
*SUEK*
*SUEK*
Like a psychopath, he stabbed the clone twenty more times, but the clone had already died after the second stab.
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Despite the congratulate message, Miaomiao wasn't proud of that. He lied on the ground and panted in exhaustion while the system healed his wounds.
”I almost died fighting a 6-year-old malnourished beggar! Congratulations, my ass! How did he use a bare hand to stab me!?”
The system replayed the scene when Miaomiao got stabbed. At the last moment, the boy's right hand swelled as he circulated his almost-non-existence qi into it. Then, with the enhanced hand, the clone stabbed Miaomiao with it and depleted the only strand of qi the boy had.
”That… that clone could use qi?”
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[Basic Information]
Name: Xin
Cultivation Rank: 1st Stage Level 1
[Skill]
None
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Miaomiao rechecked the boy's status. Betraying his expectation, this beggar's clone didn't even have a cultivation method. Yet, he displayed a fighting style of a seasoned fighter, and he even used qi.
Inspired by the clone, Miaomiao was curious if he could do the same, ”System, can I use my qi like that clone?”
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The clone's mysterious technique caused self-harm since it destroyed the user's muscle after usage. Thus, the system didn't list it as a learnable skill.
”Ah, too bad,” Miaomiao pitied that he wouldn't gain any skill from defeating this beggar child. However, Miaomiao learned a few things by fighting with a sparring partner that was willing to die fighting.
”Again.”
Although fighting a weaker foe with no skill might be a waste of time, Miaomiao wanted to train his mind and body from square one. By fighting against a clone with 200% potential, he could learn a few subtle techniques from the A.I. that he wouldn't be able to learn from a normal fight.
Thus, for the rest of the night, Miaomiao spent his times fighting with masters in the disguise of child beggars.
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= 5 AM =
Miaomiao opened his bloodshot eyes. It was a long night that he didn't feel like he had rested.
His arms, legs, stomach, and neck were in pain. Again, the DOMS effect lingered, but Miaomiao didn't know if it was because of the Isolation Training or the other day's bar fight.
Miaomiao looked at his sides. Zheng Liqin and Jiang Lan were still asleep on their bed. They didn't have sex last night due to the limitation, and Miaomiao didn't want to break Jiang Lan's mind at the moment.
'I need to heal my body again. This DOMS is killing me.'
While Miaomiao's head was still glued to a pillow, his sore hand opened the system inventory. He took out a healing pill and popped it into his mouth.
The warm pill melted in Miaomiao's stomach and transferred the medicinal effect to his sore muscle. After closing his eyes for ten minutes, all pain and soreness were gone.
Because of the pill effect, his muscular rooster woke up to cock-a-doodle-doo.
”Mmm.”
As if Jiang Lan and Zheng Liqin could sense the urge, they turned to Miaomiao, and their hands seized the morning wood.