Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"I am human."

Su Jie shivered and shook the sweat from his skin.

In the recent breakthrough, impurities in his body had been expelled through sweat, sticking to his skin, somewhat sticky.

Zhang Manman also realized something, covered her nose, fanned the air, and laughed, "If you were to fight someone now, you'd definitely scatter dust like in those old martial arts TV shows whenever you clashed."

In those old martial arts TV shows, when masters fought, their movements had a performative flair that captured the audience's attention, especially the dust scattering during hand-to-hand exchanges that highlighted the strength of their blows.

This was a more realistic depiction.

However, with the rise of Minglun, action in films and television now involved choreography with special effects.

If Minglun had not risen, then action scenes in martial arts and fantasy genres would probably have been replaced with weak movements, inexplicable hand signs, and an overlay of special effects.

Martial arts would eventually decline.

But the rise of Minglun revitalized spiritual cultivation, life force enhancement, and martial arts training. If a scene involved action and fighting, no director would use it without real martial arts skills.

There was once a director who did the opposite and was criticized for pandering and being out of touch with reality, criticized by many.

Without real martial arts skills, one couldn't even be an actor.

Su Jie patted the dust off his body and smiled, "I should be a bit more formidable than the characters in those martial arts TV shows, provided they don't use special effects."

"Just keep flattering yourself!"

Zhang Manman giggled, her eyes, however, betrayed an undeniable envy.

Life force 7!

Su Jie truly was a monster!

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of gongs rang out, and on the Battle Platform below, two male lions bounded up, moving to the beats of archaic music, swaying and stepping in an extraordinary cadence, landing silently yet firmly.

Occasionally leaping, occasionally prowling.

It made people nod in approval repeatedly.

This was lion dancing.

"Each of the four people in the lion dance is a master, with a life force above 2, and aside from their hide, they are no different from real lions," Su Jie commented, "Minglun truly harbors hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

Zhang Manman was speechless, "Among all the people here, you are the true dragon."

After the lion dance ended, Feng Yuxuan, Feng Qianzang, and Feng Hengyi leaped from the corridor and landed steadily on the Battle Platform, landing without a sound, their steps light.

Especially Feng Yuxuan, who touched down on the tips of his toes, his knees not bending at all, mastering his strength just right.

"His technique in dissipating force is extremely skillful."

Zhang Manman's eyes also showed utmost seriousness.

Feng Yuxuan's strength was unfathomable!

"Can you handle him?"

"I can."

Su Jie remained composed, "Even if his life force is still at 10, my chances of winning should also be about forty percent."

Forty-sixty odds?!

Zhang Manman covered her mouth in surprise, "Below a life force of 10, every increase of 0.1 greatly enhances one's strength. 7 and 10 might not differ by thirty times in measurement, but there is still a big gap······"

"But I feel the gap between him and me isn't really that big, not unreachable," Su Jie said very seriously.

"Alright, you are a special case," Zhang Manman pouted her lips.

At that moment, as soon as the three brothers entered the arena, the surrounding noises quieted down, an invisible aura emanated from the trio, interweaving among them and suppressing everything around.

In a daze, it seemed everyone saw three ancient ferocious beasts howling up at the sky, looking down on the world.

"Hmph!"

Jiang Wudao scoffed, shaking off this influence.

But to be honest, facing the three brothers alone, he was almost certain to lose, his chances of winning nearly zero.

Other students, after the three brothers reined in their aura, also came to their senses.

Admiration was there, envy was there, caution too was there.

But fear alone was absent.

Because those who could enter the inner court were all proud individuals, how could they submit to others?

Thus, the Feng brothers could only break others' pride through "Martial Friends Meet" on the Battle Platform, tempting them with benefits.

However, the effectiveness of such was minimal each time.

Because the students who could join the inner court mostly had strong backgrounds, even if some were "poor students," once they joined Minglun, they had ample opportunities to make money.

Therefore, the final method for the three brothers to win over others was still through greater benefits.

"Everyone, today we three brothers are here for a Martial Friends Meet,"

Feng Yuxuan stepped forward, speaking loudly, his chest barely moving, yet his voice carried throughout the vast Huan Ji Building, "As for our purpose, you all must be clear, it is to compete with everyone and to give pointers."

"Of course, the main purpose is for the recruitment of our Feng Corporation—"

"Recruitment!"

Zhang Manman was surprised, "To announce the purpose so openly··· so this Martial Friends Meet is, in a way, also a large-scale recruitment event?"

She hadn't expected such a strategy.

Perhaps, she might use it in the future too.

But Su Jie shook his head, "His purpose is very clear and not hidden, because it can't be hidden from people of the inner court, better to be frank."

Zhang Manman, hands on her hips, "Indeed, none in the inner court are fools······but why the shaking of your head?"

"He chose the wrong place."

Su Jie spotted the issue immediately, "People of the inner court, most have a background, even someone like me who comes from a moderately well-off family, also has expectations for the future, the pride in their hearts, even if shattered, can be picked back up over time."

"They should go to the outer court."

"Although the students of the outer court are not as good as those in the inner court, they still have talent, which is more useful for the development of a corporation."

Zhang Manman seemed thoughtful, "Do you mean, they overestimated themselves but lacked the skills?"

"No!"

Su Jie shook his head again, his eyes filled with contemplation, "It's just because they've always been in the 'higher' circles and didn't consider the point I mentioned."

"Moreover,"

"Perhaps in their view, securing a person from the inner courtyard is far more valuable than gaining the support of thousands in the outer courtyard."

"Of course, what's more important, Minglun Martial School has rules against forming factions."

Zhang Manman now understood.

The last point was the most crucial determining factor.

Perhaps the Feng brothers hadn't considered it, nor did they dare to think about it, for if they recruited from the outer courtyard, wouldn't a large number of people become 'vassals' of the Feng Corporation?

This is notgood.

Very not good.

Although Minglun Martial School's rules had many loopholes, those loopholes were not so easily exploited.

Given the unpredictable abilities of the members heading Minglun, they could certainly formulate even more perfect rules, at least ones that these people wouldn't detect any loopholes in.

But the leaders at Minglun hadn't.

Why?

This chapter was made possible by the MV_LEMPYR community.

Perhaps it was to train the students.

"Okay, I won't say more nonsense, now, the friendly martial arts competition,"

"officially begins!"

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

The dull sound of drums began, soon turning lively. On the vast Battle Platform, Feng Qianzang and Feng Yuxuan had already stepped down, leaving only their youngest brother, Feng Hengyi, there.

"Who will challenge me?"

Feng Hengyi stood in such a way that the air around him seemed to warp, forming an imposing demeanor.

An imposing demeanor.

His face like a jackal, his body like a leopard, armed with a silver blade, wearing a tattered robe and golden armor.

His presence was imposing, as if capable of swallowing the moon, majestic, as if he could capture the sun.

"He may not be a dragon but harbors the ambition of one. Yet, his confrontational nature means he cannot achieve great atmosphere," Zhang Manman scoffed.

"You're wrong there. He has already created an atmosphere," Su Jie corrected, "It's just that the times have changed, allowing him to truly develop an imposing demeanor. If his character changes in the future, he might actually transform into a dragon and soar."

"Moreover, he has a clear understanding of himself."

"The worst thing for a person is to be insincere."

"He has self-awareness, thus he can always maintain a calm spirit."

Zhang Manman asked, "Is a calm spirit achieved by having a clear understanding of oneself?"

"Yes," Su Jie nodded.

"I see," Zhang Manman pondered, then cast the thought aside.

She was not even at the small calm stage, so how could she talk about being perpetually calm?

Furthermore, understanding a principle doesn't mean comprehending it.

Speaking grand principles, among ordinary people, many can articulate them well, yet these principles merely serve as means to achieve certain ends, not as guidelines for behavior.

She needed to practice diligently like Su Jie.

But—

Was Su Jie truly practicing diligently?

She felt more like he was cheating.

"What? No one dares?" Feng Hengyi crossed his arms and snorted, "A bunch of cowards."

Yet, no one stepped forward.

The seniors were waiting, waiting for some freshman to come forward, since freshmen are often the most impatient.

"Su Jie, how about you go?" Zhang Manman nudged Su Jie's arm withher shoulder, her lips slightly pouting as she whispered.

"Alright."

Just as Su Jie was considering giving it a try, he leaped down from the eaves of the Huan Ji Building.

The seniors watched that figure, a hint of amusement appearing in their eyes.

"Sure enough, it's a freshman."

"Young people just can't keep calm."

"Hey, you're wrong there. To be young and reckless is the temperament of youth."

"Wait, isn't the vitality fluctuation of this freshman a bit high?"

"7?!?!"

"Right, this guy seems to be the one who entered the embryonic breathing state on the eaves earlier. I happened to see it from the opposite side."

"Embryonic breathing is not so easy to achieve."

"Perhaps it was a sudden enlightenment."

The seniors' eyes grew serious as they speculated about Su Jie's identity and methods, making private bets on who would win the duel.

Minglun Martial School prohibits gambling, any kind of gambling.

But a little private betting, kept off the records, was okay.

Gambling indulges the inherent nature.

Thus, Minglun forbade certain activities, but what happened in private was of no concern to Minglun; this serves as a norm to regulate the hearts of the people.