Jujutsu: Eight Magical Skills At The Beginning, Admission Is A Special Level

Chapter 20: You Call This a Little Bit

When an expert makes a move, they know whether it will succeed or not.

In the moment Lu Bei gripped the knife, his whole demeanor changed. He transformed from a seemingly harmless pretty boy to a sharp steel blade, exuding a chilling murderous intent that made Feng Si tremble in fear.

Oh no, he fell into a trap.

This kid had been pretending to be ignorant of martial arts, acting like he didn't understand anything about fighting.

If you were to say that Lu Bei had a serious bias, excelling in knife skills but lacking in hand-to-hand combat, Feng Si would never believe it. If one is skilled in one aspect, they are skilled in all aspects. This is especially true for martial arts. Even if there are some inconsistencies, the difference should not be too great.

It was obvious that there was only one possibility.

Feng Si took a deep breath, seeing through the truth. Lu Bei had pretended to have shallow martial arts skills in order to lure him out.

How hateful! Not only did this person have considerable cultivation, but his scheming was also so deep.

Feng Si was greatly shocked. Even before the second round began, his momentum involuntarily weakened.

On the other side, Lu Bei let out a cold snort. He activated his skill "Blood Rage," successfully capturing and judging Feng Si. In an instant, he dealt a heavy blow to all of Feng Si's attributes.

The oppressive momentum was like a towering peak, unattainable and awe-inspiring.

Feng Si's face turned pale. Overwhelmed by Lu Bei's brutal assault, his limbs involuntarily weakened. He was filled with dread and realized that he couldn't stay here any longer. He had to escape as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, his thoughts came too late.

A cold light swept across his face. Feng Si quickly raised his short knife to defend himself, but before he could see what had happened, he was struck by a tremendous force, sent flying and crashing into the wall.

[Dark Tide Level 3]

[Formation Cutting Knife Art Level 5]

Combined with the effect of [Blood Rage], Lu Bei severely injured Feng Si with a single move, achieving his true victory.

"You defeated Feng Si and gained 2000 experience points. First victory achieved. Determining opponent's level, additional 20,000 experience points awarded."

"This guy is worth 22,000?" Lu Bei put away his refined blade and walked towards Feng Si, who was lying in the corner. The blade had suffered heavy damage from the impact, and the 20,000 experience points were not enough to make up for it. He wanted to check Feng Si's Universe Bag to see if there were any items of equivalent value.

The Universe Bag was a low-level spatial equipment that anyone with cultivation could open, but not always. Some highly skilled individuals who pursued a retro style liked to make their spatial equipment look like Universe Bags.

Super encrypted, only the owner could open it.

In terms of strength, Feng Si, who was still in the third year of mixing, was not that kind of highly skilled individual.

"Cough, cough..." Feng Si, holding the short knife, propped himself up against the wall. His head was disheveled, his clothes stained with blood. He looked like an injured lone wolf, so proud, so tragic, so...

Bang!

A straight punch, then a withdrawal.

The lone wolf rolled his eyes and fell down. Lu Bei reached into Feng Si's embrace and took out the Universe Bag. After opening it and scanning it briefly, he took out "Blood Replenishing Pills," "Qi Accumulation Pills," and other healing medicines and stuffed them into Feng Si's mouth.

After a moment, Feng Si slowly regained consciousness. He looked at Lu Bei with confusion, not understanding why the other person had helped him.

"No fight, no friendship. I know you didn't mean any harm to me. From now on, we are friends." Lu Bei reached out his hand, intending to force a friendship, but seeing that Feng Si's hands were covered in blood, he withdrew it with a disgusted expression.

Feng Si: "..."

"Pass a message to Young Master Kui. I have no ulterior motives. I really want to be friends with him. I hope that when I visit again, the gates of the Zhu Mansion will be open to me."

Lu Bei stood up, patted his butt, and waved to the hesitant coachman outside the alley. Finally, he added, "To show my sincerity, I won't report this to the authorities today, so that the prefect won't find out and scold Young Master Kui again."

The carriage left the alley, and Feng Si gritted his teeth and crawled up, reaching for the Universe Bag in his embrace, intending to take out the healing medicine.

But as soon as he touched it, his face immediately darkened.

Something bad happened. The token was gone.

...

Wei Mansion.

Wei Mao was studying military books in his study when Lu Bei knocked on the door and entered, placing a token on the desk.

"Big cousin, can you tell me which sect this token belongs to?"

"Heaven Ascending Gate."

Wei Mao glanced at it casually and gave the answer.

"It sounds very powerful. What kind of sect is it?" Lu Bei frowned. He seemed to have seen this sect mentioned on the forum before. With so many sects in the Nine States World, there were also numerous discussions among players. Unless it was a major sect, he usually didn't have a deep impression.

"They specialize in excavating ancient tombs and ruins. They have a very bad reputation."

After Wei Mao finished speaking, he looked up at Lu Bei and said, "Where did you get the token from? Your senior sister didn't tell me, and you have this kind of friend."

"Not a friend, just a passerby. I found it in his Universe Bag," Lu Bei truthfully replied.

"Did Young Master Kui send someone to retaliate against you?"

Wei Mao asked, not waiting for Lu Bei's answer before adding, "As usual, ten thousand taels."

"Big cousin, you're thinking too much. This time, I'm only doing a favor, not making money," Lu Bei said helplessly.

"You're being so kind?"

"You say that, but I just want to befriend Young Master Kui."

"I see, you're casting a wide net to catch a big fish."

Wei Mao nodded, indicating his understanding, and continued, "When you get the silver ticket, I want ten thousand taels."

"Big cousin, what do you take me for? I really am not doing this for money."

Lu Bei rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "On the contrary, you openly make money on the side. Aren't you afraid I'll tell Senior Sister Zhu?"

Wei Mao's expression remained unchanged as he stared directly at Lu Bei and said, "Knowing Madam's temperament, if you tell her the truth, she will only make you pay ten thousand taels. If I have it, she will have it too."

"No wonder they're a couple..."

Lu Bei admitted defeat.

...

On the other side, since Feng Si received Zhu Bo's instructions and left, Zhu Kui had been feeling a sense of regret.

What if he injured someone and the other party refused to suffer the loss and made a fuss to Zhu Ting? Would he stumble again?

Indeed, without evidence, even if Wei Mao went to the magistrate's office to demand justice, Zhu Ting understood in his heart and would not admit it. This matter would not cause any trouble.

But what if?

What if he committed another mistake in the future and Zhu Ting brought up old accounts and punished him? He would be the unlucky one.

Zhu Kui was filled with anxiety as he looked at Zhu Bo, who was playing with ancient artifacts, and said with resentment, "Big brother, is everything okay with Feng Si?"

Zhu Bo continued without stopping, "Let me say it one last time. Fourth brother knows his limits. Superficial injuries won't cause any major problems. Don't bother me anymore."

"But..."

"There are no 'buts.' Catching thieves, seizing stolen goods, catching adulterers, and catching both parties in the act. That kid has no witnesses or evidence. What are you afraid of?"

Zhu Bo sneered, "Even if he comes knocking on our door, it would be like opening a coffin and shouting 'thief.' It would be accusing a dead person. Just report it to the authorities and send him away."

"I hope so, but I..."

"Stop talking nonsense. When I arranged for Fourth brother to leave, you weren't like this."

Zhu Bo saw through his second brother's worries and frustrations without any mercy, "We agreed that this whole thing was your idea from start to finish. If Uncle asks, it has nothing to do with me."

As blood brothers, they settled accounts clearly. Zhu Kui would be the one to vent his anger, so if there was a fight, it would only be Zhu Kui.

"I..."

Zhu Kui was about to say something when a servant hurriedly walked in, "Master, Second Young Master, Mr. Feng Si sent a message."

"What message?"

"He said..."

The servant glanced at Zhu Kui cautiously and said, "He said Second Young Master tricked and injured him with a clever move. He was seriously injured with just one move. If it weren't for the mercy of the other party's subordinates, his life would be in danger. He also said there is an important matter to discuss and asked Master to go over immediately."

"What?"

"Say it again!"

Both brothers were stunned. After Zhu Bo finished questioning, they learned that Feng Si had sent the message while injured, and their expressions changed.

"Second brother, you're saying that kid's cultivation is insignificant compared to yours?"

Zhu Bo widened his eyes, "Are you stupid? You call that insignificant?"

"Big brother, calm down. This... I'm sure I didn't see it wrong. I... I had my hand on his neck at the time."

Zhu Kui cried out injustice, racking his brain but unable to understand. He said with grievance, "Maybe he felt humiliated and went back to cultivate diligently, and then... he succeeded."

"I see. Second brother, don't say anything. There really is a possibility!"

"Really, big brother? Do you think so too?"

"Haha, you're trying to deceive a ghost with that excuse!"

Zhu Bo put away the antique objects and walked briskly towards the door, saying, "I'll go see Feng Si. If you don't want Uncle... if you don't want to stumble in the dark, prepare a gift to send to the Wei Mansion!"

(End of this chapter)