Chapter 63 – Practical Combat Training
Transtor: Krukist
“Code editor…”
Lin Yu suddenly recalled a night before his transmigration. Around 3 a.m., a bald, overweight man from the company across the street, seemingly just off work, muttered something about “forced overtime without pay” and “a boss who won’t even let you work.” He sat down at his computer.
Lin Yu recognized him—a 24-year-old workaholic. That night, Lin Yu thought the man would rex after work, but instead, he plugged in a USB drive and uploaded a code editor he had written himself.
Lin Yu, intrigued by programming, asked why he needed his own editor when there were plenty online. The man scoffed, “Those online editors like ‘Eclips’ or ‘Marks’? Trash.”
“Nothing beats what I’ve written. Mine not only checks for errors but can even link multiple codes together.”
To Lin Yu’s surprise, this custom code editor had somehow traveled with him to this world and now activated. Excited, he wondered, What can it do here?
Remembering the man’s words, Lin Yu’s eyes sparkled. Could it help me combine these four moves of the Mountain-Splitting Bde into one?
As soon as the thought formed, the energy counter in the top-left corner plummeted to 43 points—over a hundred points consumed in an instant. A download progress bar appeared: Human-Tier Low-Grade Mountain-Splitting Bde – 5%.
A flood of information poured into Lin Yu’s mind.
Slightly dazed, Lin Yu gripped the broadsword and let out a soft cry. His figure fshed, and in the distance stood a special target—neither soft nor hard, yet even Cao Tong’s strikes could only leave a shallow mark.
Lin Yu’s bde descended.
A faint white mark appeared on the target.
Cao Tong stared, dumbfounded. “Four moves combined into one? Impossible! I spent months trying to achieve that, and he does it so effortlessly?”
For the first time, Cao Tong truly understood how unfair the world could be.
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By the third day, Cao Tong gred at Lin Yu with inexplicable irritation. The Mountain-Splitting Bde he had spent months mastering, Lin Yu had learned in moments. The four-move combination he had struggled to grasp, Lin Yu had effortlessly understood.
What kind of disciple has Miss Han sent me? Cao Tong thought bitterly. If only we had more than seven days… I’d teach him everything I know.
Cao Tong was proficient in all eighteen weapons, but whether by coincidence or Han Ya’s design, the bde was his specialty. Seeing Lin Yu’s natural talent with it, Cao Tong’s desire to nurture him nearly overwhelmed his caution.
No, he reminded himself. No matter how talented, my techniques aren’t to be handed out lightly.
He scrutinized Lin Yu. “First Rank, Sixth Stage. One basic martial art nearing perfection, another approaching Human-Tier Low-Grade.”
“I’ll fight you at First Rank, Sixth Stage. If you win, I’ll use the Woodcutter’s Bde Art. Win again, and I’ll switch to another basic technique. If you defeat me seventeen times, I’ll increase my cultivation by one stage.”
Lin Yu’s eyes lit up. So this is practical combat training! Cao Tong truly lives up to being the Body Forging Instructor Han Ya specially hired.
With Cao Tong’s vast repertoire of basic techniques, defeating him seventeen times would be akin to battling seventeen opponents with different weapons. Beyond that, Cao Tong’s decades of battlefield experience meant his reflexes and tactics were top-tier.
Even in their first bout, without using the Woodcutter’s Bde Art, Cao Tong might still outmatch Lin Yu. The thought ignited Lin Yu’s competitive spirit. “Then I’ll make the first move?”
Cao Tong stood calmly. “Go ahead.”
The world seemed to fall silent as Lin Yu lunged like a tiger. He didn’t start with the Woodcutter’s Bde Art but instead led with a wild punch aimed at Cao Tong’s face, the bde strike hidden behind it.
“For someone who only recently began cultivating and has no combat experience, combining feints and real attacks is commendable,” Cao Tong’s voice echoed calmly.
His body trembled slightly as he channeled his Qi and blood energy, clearly restricting himself to First Rank, Sixth Stage. Yet, an invisible pressure bore down on Lin Yu.
Before Lin Yu could react, Cao Tong vanished, reappearing behind him. A precise punch halted just behind Lin Yu’s neck.
“But it’s not enough. Your mobility is cking, and your reflexes are slow. More importantly, you don’t know how to utilize your Qi and blood energy.”
Cao Tong’s fist shifted downward, striking Lin Yu’s shoulder and sending him stumbling back.
Lin Yu felt a sense of absurdity. How can the gap be so vast within the same realm?
His eyes gleamed with realization. This is the power of true combat experience. Without Cao Tong’s decades of battle, how could he overwhelm me so completely?
[Enable recording function?]
The computer screen flickered. Lin Yu hesitated, then clicked “Yes.” He vividly remembered the simutor software—if his guess was correct, it could help him accumute combat experience. However, activating the recording drained his remaining energy to 40 points.
Lin Yu winced at the loss but sat cross-legged, reviewing the recorded footage. The entire exchange sted less than a minute.
“This Cao Tong… he’s terrifying.” Lin Yu’s eyes widened in awe. In that minute, Cao Tong had shifted positions four times, calcuting the most effective way to crush Lin Yu and teach him a lesson.
In the end, he chose to appear behind Lin Yu—a brilliant move, as Lin Yu hadn’t even noticed.
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