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Naturally, as an instructor, he despised students sleeping through his lectures. But this notoriously problematic girl was a once-in-a-generation prodigy when it came to Hakuda. Truthfully, there wasn't a single thing he could actually teach her.
He had heard the rumors that Lu Li had bested Instructor Fujimoto in the morning Kendo class, but he had no idea where the transfer student stood in hand-to-hand combat. Handing Lu Li over to Yoruichi wasn't an act of negligence or disdain; he was simply acknowledging the fact that the scion of the Shihouin clan possessed a deeper mastery of Hakuda than he did.
"Oh? A transfer student..."
Following the collective gaze of the class, Yoruichi turned around to face Lu Li. Wiping the drool from her mouth, she broke into a wicked, impish grin. The surrounding students instinctively scrambled back, clearing a wide berth.
Every first-year student knew that this noble lady was an absolute demon. There was no line she wouldn't cross, no rule she wouldn't break. In this very Hakuda class, every single person present—including Sosuke Aizen—had been brutally beaten by her at least once.
"Lu Li, she's from the Shihouin clan. Calling her the absolute best at Hakuda in the Academy wouldn't be an exaggeration. You need to be careful," Aizen whispered his warning. Yet the faint, lingering smile on his lips betrayed his true thoughts. He was highly anticipating this exact scenario.
Yes, even Aizen had been beaten by Yoruichi. He had to admit that in a pure martial arts spar where overpowering an opponent with raw Reiatsu was forbidden, he currently wasn't her match.
So, Lu Li... can you show me yet another miracle?
"The absolute best?"
Meeting Yoruichi's gaze, Lu Li tilted his head slightly, a feral grin spreading across his face, baring his pearly white teeth. "Am I correct to assume that Hakuda simply refers to no-holds-barred, unarmed combat?"
"That is essentially correct," the instructor confirmed from the podium.
Seeing that Lu Li wasn't the least bit intimidated, Yoruichi felt a surge of genuine amusement. She casually strolled toward him. "What's the matter? Are you confident in your fists?"
Sparks seemed to fly in the space between them. The remaining students scurried further back to the walls, their eyes wide with the adrenaline of watching an inevitable train wreck.
Lu Li rolled his shoulders, the sickening pop and crack of his joints echoing through the silent dojo. "I wouldn't dare claim to be a master. Let's just say I know a thing or two."
Of course he had trained in unarmed combat. Back in his old world, he had mastered every single fighting style recorded in his master's vast library of ancient texts. It was just a tragedy that so many true martial arts had been utterly lost to time. Therefore, speaking from the grand, historical perspective of his old world's forgotten legacy, he truly believed he only knew "a thing or two."
"Haha, you're an interesting one. One look at your stance tells me you're a seasoned expert in close-quarters combat, yet you claim to only 'know a thing or two'?" Yoruichi laughed, her golden eyes narrowing into dangerous, feline slits. "Being so falsely modest makes your big sister want to bully you a little bit."
"You look younger than me," Lu Li chuckled.
It was an objective observation. Souls like Yoruichi and Aizen, who were born within the Seireitei, aged naturally albeit slowly. While Aizen currently looked like a young man in his early twenties, Yoruichi appeared to be around sixteen years old. Even with her exceptionally well-developed, athletic curves, hearing her refer to herself as his "big sister" felt incredibly weird. I guess this little demon has a severe complex about wanting to act like a mature older woman.
"Heh. We'll see who's calling who 'sister' once I beat you into the floor," Yoruichi sneered, rolling her wrists to loosen up.
Unlike the other students wearing baggy white dojo uniforms, she wore a custom-tailored, skintight white bodysuit that matched the Academy's color scheme. White bandages were wrapped tightly around her wrists, giving her the aura of a highly efficient predator. A dark sash cinched tightly around her waist, and the sheer tightness of the fabric prominently displayed her toned, healthy abdominal muscles. She clearly didn't care about showing off her physique; she cared about maximizing her explosive spiritual agility.
"Student Shihouin, remember to suppress your Spiritual Pressure. You must match Student Lu's Class 17 rating," the instructor warned. He wasn't overly concerned about a fair fight; he was just terrified the little demon might accidentally execute the new transfer student.
"Oho? Class 17? Not bad at all," Yoruichi remarked. It sounded like a compliment, but her tone was incredibly ambiguous.
As the heir to the noble Shihouin clan, she had been bathed in the finest spiritual resources since birth. She had enrolled with a Class 9 Spiritual Pressure, and that was despite the fact that she loathed Reiatsu meditation and spent all her time practicing Hakuda instead. To her, a Class 17 Reiatsu was utterly insignificant. She was only interested in Lu Li's martial arts.
Locking down her Spiritual Pressure to the required level, she curled a finger at Lu Li. "Bring it."
Unfazed by the blatant provocation, Lu Li simply brought his fists together in a traditional martial arts salute. "Please instruct me."
Under the deeply confused stares of Yoruichi and the rest of the class, Lu Li finally moved.
He exploded forward like a crack of thunder!
Devouring the space between them in a microsecond, he launched a devastating straight punch directly at Yoruichi's face. Fast, vicious, and perfectly precise!
Yoruichi's playful arrogance vanished instantly. Her golden eyes widened in shock as she frantically brought both arms up to guard her face.
The moment his fist collided with her guard, she used the kinetic force to backflip away. But Lu Li was like a ravenous wolf clamped onto its prey's throat. He surged forward, sticking to her like a shadow, his second punch driving straight toward her abdomen.
True to her reputation as the Shihouin clan's once-in-a-millennium Hakuda prodigy, Yoruichi reacted instantaneously. Utilizing her freakish flexibility, she violently arched her upper body backward, causing Lu Li's fist to graze harmlessly over her skintight uniform.
Without missing a beat, she planted one hand on the floor and launched a vicious sweeping kick, aiming to shatter his footing while he was supposedly off-balance from the missed punch.
But it was as if Lu Li had already read the script. Before her leg even began its arc, he hopped slightly off the floor.
What shocked Yoruichi even more was the absolute mechanical precision of the jump. He didn't launch himself into the air; he hopped just high enough for her sweeping leg to pass cleanly underneath the soles of his feet. The moment her leg cleared, his right leg—which he had chambered mid-jump—snapped down in a brutal axe kick, aiming directly for her groin!
Yoruichi rolled away in a frantic, undignified scramble. Her cheeks burned with a mix of furious embarrassment and genuine, lingering terror. She desperately wanted to launch a counterattack, but she had lost the initiative in the opening microsecond. Now, Lu Li was an unrelenting storm, completely refusing to give her a single opening to rise from the floor.
The surrounding students were absolutely dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged a dizzying flurry of blows. But the truly mind-shattering reality was that Yoruichi—the invincible, untouchable queen of Hakuda—was currently being ruthlessly ground into the dirt by a vagrant transfer student!
Lu Li felt absolutely zero remorse about aiming below the belt. Martial arts were killing techniques. Showing mercy to an enemy in combat was an act of profound cruelty toward oneself.
Even in a spar, he had no intention of holding back against an apex predator like Yoruichi. He had already learned his lesson with Instructor Fujimoto. The moment he actually managed to inflict serious pain, her subconscious survival instincts would trigger, and her Class 9 Reiatsu would violently erupt. In reality, with her base stats, he probably couldn't even break her skin.
Yoruichi was the heir to one of the Four Great Noble Families. Her true Spiritual Class was likely Class 10 or higher. Simply put, even if she didn't actively attack him with Reiatsu, her base "soul density" was exponentially higher than his. Her physical durability was leagues above his own. If he didn't relentlessly target her absolute weakest points, how the hell was he supposed to win?
Lu Li lived for the thrill of battle. But he utterly despised losing.
Even if her true, unsuppressed power was vastly superior to his, within the pure realm of martial arts, he refused to taste defeat.
Boom—!
Another devastating, earth-shattering axe kick slammed into the floorboards, missing Yoruichi's legs by a fraction of an inch.
Yoruichi truly lived up to her title. Despite being completely overwhelmed right out of the gate, she had miraculously managed to evade every single one of Lu Li's "lethal" strikes.
But she knew the golden rule of combat: a pure defense will always eventually fall. Especially against a grandmaster like Lu Li. If she couldn't find a way to break his rhythm and launch a counteroffensive, it was only a matter of time before one of those brutal strikes found its mark and ended the match.
The intense, rapid-fire evasions covered her forehead in a sheen of fine sweat. Her mind raced at terminal velocity, desperately searching for a single flaw in his onslaught.
For the first time in a very long time, the prodigy of the Shihouin clan was fighting completely seriously. The world seemed to slow to a crawl in her golden eyes.
Finally, she saw it.
The microscopic opening.
The moment Lu Li's axe kick slammed into the floorboards and missed, Yoruichi violently twisted her waist. Like a coiled viper striking from the grass, her long, powerful legs lashed upward, locking entirely around his waist.
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