chsdbacks Chapter 307 Nie Lingfeng's Thoughts
Chapter 307 Nie Lingfeng's Thoughts
Zhang Lingyu bowed slightly: "Brother Nie's guidance is excellent. Lingyu has learned a great deal." His attitude was even more sincere than before. This exchange had made him see his shortcomings and also revealed another path.
"Hehe, Brother Nie, how's my 'Spiral Bone-Piercing Drill' move? Pretty awesome, right?" Zhang Chulan leaned closer, his face pale, but his eyes were frighteningly bright. "I've been thinking about this for a long time! It's just too taxing; one use leaves me exhausted for half a day."
"The name is awful," Nie Lingfeng commented bluntly. "Besides, techniques are static, but people are dynamic. It's good that you came up with this move, but you can't rely on just one. In battle, adaptability is key."
"Yes, yes, Brother Nie is right!" Zhang Chulan replied with a grin, but clearly didn't take it to heart.
"Alright, you're all injured, go get them treated quickly." Xu San walked over. "The company has a dedicated medical room and wound care supplies."
"Yes, yes, hurry up!" Xu Si chimed in, putting his arm around Zhang Chulan's shoulder and winking. "Not bad, Chulan! You didn't disgrace North China! You managed a draw against a top disciple from Longhu Mountain. I'll apply for a bonus for you later!"
"Really? Fourth Brother, you're not kidding me!" Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up even more.
"However..." Xu Si changed the subject, "You two have made such a mess of the training ground, the repair costs..."
Zhang Chulan's smile instantly froze. (；￣д￣)
Zhang Lingyu was also taken aback, then said somewhat apologetically, "It's Lingyu's fault. Lingyu is willing to bear the repair costs herself."
"Oh, Master Lingyu, you're too kind!" Xu Si waved his hand. "Our company isn't short of money!" He patted Zhang Lingyu on the shoulder. "However, since you're so sincere, don't refuse to help us with any tasks in the future!"
Zhang Lingyu: "..." He suddenly felt that the people down the mountain seemed to be quite... calculating. (´-ω-`)
Nie Lingfeng looked at Xu Si, who was arm in arm with his back, and Zhang Chulan, who looked pained, and then at Zhang Lingyu, who looked innocent and seemed not to have fully realized what was happening, and couldn't help but laugh.
It seems that the decision to let Zhang Lingyu "train" under Zhang Chulan is becoming more and more interesting.
Just then, Xiaoyun, who had been quietly watching the scene, suddenly raised her little hand, pointed to a lighting device in the corner of the training ground that had been knocked down by the aftershocks of the battle and was still sparking, and excitedly shouted:
"Papa! That one's shiny! It sparkles! Yunyun wants it!"
Nie Lingfeng: "..." (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ He knew it! This little rascal never disappoints! Now, the training ground maintenance fee might have to be increased by an additional item: "unexplained equipment damage"!
After that intense (and expensive) sparring match at the training ground, Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu spent most of the day lying in the company's medical room. Thanks to the special injury medicine supplied by Na Du Tong and their own considerable recovery abilities, they were finally able to get out of bed and walk around. However, their walking postures were both a little unnatural—one clutched his waist and grimaced, while the other leaned against the wall, his steps unsteady.
"Ouch... Junior Uncle, you were too ruthless! My old back is almost rusted from your muddy lightning!" Zhang Chulan complained to Zhang Lingyu, who was also flexing his wrists, while rubbing his lower back. However, there was no resentment in his eyes, but rather a hint of smugness in his eyes. "But that last hit, my 'Spiral Bone-Piercing Drill' tasted pretty good, didn't it? Hehe."
Zhang Lingyu glanced at him expressionlessly and said calmly, "Senior Brother Chu Lan's lightning technique is indeed fierce and powerful; Lingyu admires it. However, the name could be reconsidered." He paused, then added, "Also, my Yin Five Thunder is not made of mud."
"Hey, it's just a metaphor, a metaphor! Why are you taking it so seriously, Junior Uncle!" Zhang Chulan grinned and leaned closer, as if he wanted to pat Zhang Lingyu's shoulder like two buddies. The other man slightly dodged him, and Zhang Chulan wasn't embarrassed. He naturally withdrew his hand. "But seriously, Junior Uncle, what was that black ball you had at the end? It felt like a mini black hole, with a really strong suction force. I almost got sucked in and twisted into a pretzel."
"That's 'Abyss Stillness and Mountain Standing Tall,' a technique that compresses the heaviness and devouring properties of Yin Lightning to the extreme," Zhang Lingyu explained, his brows furrowing slightly. "However, it's not yet fully mastered, consumes a lot of energy, and is difficult to control the subsequent changes." He was actually a little scared; if he hadn't controlled that move well, it might have backfired on him and even actually hurt Zhang Chulan.
"Alright, you two patients, stop exchanging your experiences here." Xu Si sauntered in, chewing on a toothpick, followed by Chen Duo carrying Xiao Yun, and Nie Lingfeng with a helpless expression that said, "My daughter's caused trouble again." "Hurry up, San'er had the chef at the cafeteria make some nourishing soup for you two, and while we're at it..." He glanced sideways at Xiao Yun, who was being held by Nie Lingfeng and was still struggling to reach the light bulb on the ceiling, "and also to appease our little heroine."
"A meritorious official?" Zhang Chulan was taken aback.
"Yeah, right." Xu Si laughed. "If this little devil hadn't pointed at the broken light and shouted 'I want it,' attracting all of Lao Nie's attention, do you think the repair bill would have been so easy to get away with the mess you two made of the training ground? Lao Nie is probably painfully calculating the bill right now and doesn't have time to investigate you two."
Zhang Chulan instantly understood and gave Xiaoyun a thumbs up: "Little Yun, well done! I'll buy you candy later!"
Upon hearing the word "candy," Xiaoyun immediately abandoned her "affectionate gaze" with the light bulb, turned her head, and looked at Zhang Chulan with bright, sparkling eyes: "Candy! Lots and lots of candy!"
Nie Lingfeng sighed, "...Chu Lan, don't spoil her." He could already foresee how quickly the candy and snacks in every corner of the North China branch would disappear in the next few days. (￣▽￣")
Zhang Lingyu looked at the strangely interacting group with a puzzled expression, not quite understanding the logical connection between "damaging public property" and being a "meritorious official." The rules down the mountain were indeed profound. (´-`)
In the cafeteria, Xu San had indeed prepared a large table of relatively light but nutritious dishes, with a large pot of steaming, fragrant soup in the center. Everyone took their seats, and Xiao Yun was held by Chen Duo in a specially made high chair, with her own stainless steel bowl and spoon in front of her, as well as a small dish of fruit cut into cute shapes.
"Come on, Master Lingyu, Chu Lan, drink some soup to replenish your energy and blood." Xu San pushed up his glasses and served each of them a large bowl of soup. "It's good for you young people to spar, but you should also be careful not to damage your foundation."
"Thank you, Third Brother (Mr. Xu San)." Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu said their thanks at the same time. Zhang Chulan picked up the bowl, blew on it, and then drank it in big gulps, while Zhang Lingyu carefully sipped it with a spoon, his manners impeccable, which made Zhang Chulan grin from ear to ear.
"By the way, Brother Nie, what are your plans next? Are you going straight to headquarters?" Zhang Chulan asked while munching on a chicken leg.
Nie Lingfeng placed a piece of deboned fish on Xiaoyun's plate before replying, "There's no rush these next couple of days. Seeing your progress, I have some other ideas."
"Hmm?" Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu looked at him at the same time.
Nie Lingfeng put down his chopsticks and glanced at the two men: "You two, one of you has mastered the swiftness and power of Yang Five Thunder quite well, and even created some practical variations of the moves; the other has honed the heavy and corrosive nature of Yin Five Thunder to perfection, with a solid foundation. In one-on-one combat, you are indeed among the best of your peers."
Neither of them spoke, waiting for the "but".
"However," Nie Lingfeng changed the subject, "your fighting styles are all too 'unique'."
"Too selfish?" Zhang Chulan blinked.
"Not bad." Nie Lingfeng nodded. "Chu Lan, your fighting style relies on the speed and burst of lightning magic. You aim to escape far away if you miss, or disrupt your opponent's rhythm with continuous rapid attacks. Ling Yu, on the other hand, you play it safe and steady, using the characteristics of Yin Lightning to build a defense, wear down your opponent, and find an opening to strike and win. Both styles are fine in themselves, and they even suit your respective characteristics of lightning magic very well."
He paused, looking at the two of them: "But have you considered what would happen if you encountered an opponent far stronger than you, or whose abilities perfectly counter your style? For example, Chu Lan, if you faced an opponent whose speed was no less than yours, or even faster, and whose defense was extremely strong, your guerrilla tactics would be ineffective. Ling Yu, if you encountered an opponent whose attack power was strong enough to instantly tear through your defenses, or who possessed special armor-piercing or penetrating abilities, would your 'Northern Azure Pool' still be as solid as a rock?"