The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

Because he was using his hand as a whip, Acheng's entire upper body was leaning towards Yang Le. If the attack landed, fine, but if it missed, Acheng's entire back would be exposed to Yang Le, leaving him completely vulnerable.

In a normal fight, Yang Le would have kicked out long ago, but such methods were clearly inappropriate for sparring with juniors. So, Yang Le intended to simply hook his right foot to disrupt Acheng's balance.

Just as Yang Le was about to extend his right foot, he didn't expect Acheng to react much faster than he anticipated. Taking advantage of the momentum of his attack, he didn't retract his body but instead continued to lean forward, his attacking hand landing on the ground.

Using his landed right hand as a fulcrum, Acheng used his waist and abdomen to rotate his entire body ninety degrees, kicking towards Yang Le's knee.

Upon seeing this, Yang Le revealed a hint of surprise, quickly raising his leg to block Acheng's attack with his shin. Seeing that he had the advantage, Acheng used his foot to push off Yang Le's shin, disengaging smoothly and creating distance with several backflips.

"You do have some combat sense," Yang Le praised.

"Thank you for the compliment," Acheng said, touching his nose. He spoke modestly, but his tone and demeanor didn't convey any humility.

"However, every step you take is too presumptuous, flashy and impractical. It would be good if you could abandon those useless things."

Yang Le's evaluation took a sharp turn, causing Acheng, who was just gleeful a second ago, to freeze up.

"Mr. Yang is right," Ji Shuangshuang agreed, nodding. "You just like to do things that are flashy and impractical."

"Stop nagging," Acheng muttered, embarrassed and annoyed, adopting his stance again, appearing more serious this time.

Yang Le didn't say anything, simply beckoning at Acheng, his meaning self-evident. This derogatory gesture made Acheng, the hot-blooded youth, even more flushed.

Acheng stopped wasting words, tapping his toes on the ground, once again using light steps to close the distance between himself and Yang Le. Lin Lie, who was familiar with him, knew that this was Acheng's way of showing he was serious. Once he was serious, his words would become very few.

In reality, he was just so focused that he didn't have the energy to move his lips. After all, not everyone could be like Spider-Man, with his banter and movement tied together, saying a line with every move.

This time, Acheng didn't act rashly, but honestly threw a punch to test the waters. Everyone present knew that this punch was a feint. Just like a conversation, everything needs a beginning, so that you can be lead into the main topic.

But Yang Le wasn't planning to gradually approach Acheng. He took a step forward, a step that looked very familiar to Acheng. It was actually the footwork he had practiced for over a year to use with the Shennong Whip.

Not only Acheng, but Lin Lie and Ji Shuangshuang outside the arena were also stunned. Although they hadn't exchanged skills with each other, they had been a team for long enough. Just by looking, they could tell what move it was.

With one step, Yang Le's upper body seemed to turn into flowing water. The slightly raised right hand swayed gently like a venomous snake. By the time Acheng reacted, the other party had already come close.

"Whoosh!"

Like a steel knife scraping his face, Acheng only felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a burning pain on his cheeks, chest, and abdomen.

He looked down and found that the combat suit he was wearing on his upper body had been torn open with a palm-width gash, exposing his chest and abdomen with red marks.

This was the whipping technique he had just used. Relying solely on brute force could create even more destructive power, but it definitely couldn't achieve the precision of tearing off only a strip of clothing.

The person in front of him hadn't lied. He had learned his technique of exerting force just by looking at it. No, it wasn't just learning; the other party had likely already mastered it and surpassed him.

Yang Le patted Acheng's head, which only reached his chest, calling back the lost soul of this stunned boy. Looking at Yang Le, Acheng's eyes were different.

"Brother Yang... I'm convinced," Acheng said sincerely.

Lin Lie was somewhat surprised. Ji Shuangshuang had fought exactly ten matches before convincing Acheng, but now Yang Le had done it with just one move.

Perhaps sensing Lin Lie's surprise, Ji Shuangshuang, who was standing next to him, spoke up.

"It's different. Although I'm stronger than you, it's only because I entered the profession a few years earlier."

Ji Shuangshuang's expression was serious as she said, "Acheng thinks that as long as he works hard, he will eventually catch up with me. Of course, the truth is that he can."

"But in Mr. Yang Le, he saw a chasm that he may never be able to cross."

To be able to learn all the other party's methods, including footwork, starting stance, and force-generating techniques, just by looking at them, couldn't be described as genius, because Ji Shuangshuang herself was called a genius that was rare to see in a hundred years by her family elders.

However, Ji Shuangshuang didn't think she could do what Yang Le could do. Perhaps even Wu Fengji, who was known as the strongest Iron Fist, was no more than this.

If Yang Le knew that Ji Shuangshuang evaluated him like this, then he would only feel ashamed. Wu Fengji really had good talent, while he was someone who relied on a spirit.

Yang Le knew his own strength and wasn't on the same path as people like Wu Fengji, so he wouldn't have the illusion of having cheated, nor would he lose his mind.

Only by knowing what kind of person you are can you not lose your original intention, and that is true strength.

Ji Shuangshuang sighed, taking off the jacket she wore outside her combat suit, which made Lin Lie, who was standing next to her, stunned.

"What? Do you want to spar with Mr. Yang too?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Shuangshuang rolled her eyes at Acheng and said unhappily.

"Idiot, this isn't just a spar. It's rare to have a master who can feed us moves, you don't want to slack off, do you?"

After being reminded by Ji Shuangshuang, Lin Lie slapped his forehead. That's right! Although the Divine Spear Bureau had complete facilities, it was rare to have such a strong person to conduct actual combat with them.

After all, everyone was busy. Unless it was arranged by the higher-ups, it was difficult to ask others to help after they had just finished a mission. Generally, they could only have such opportunities during training courses arranged by the leaders.

This led to the fact that the Three Emperors Squad basically fed each other moves. It was okay once or twice, but after everyone became familiar with it, the training effect greatly decreased.

Now that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was in front of them, how could Ji Shuangshuang not seize it?

Ignoring the suddenly enlightened Lin Lie, Ji Shuangshuang quickly walked up to Yang Le and respectfully clasped her fists in salute.

"Mr. Yang Le, please guide us well. I beg you!"

Yang Le smirked, finally, there was a smart kid. He had this meaning when he proposed the spar. After all, he had long had the idea of supporting the younger generation.

Yang Le patted Acheng's back again, pushing him towards Ji Shuangshuang and Lin Lie.

"Of course, we'll start combat training now. The three of you against me, there are no restrictions on methods, and weapons can be used, but the time limit is five minutes."

"Come at me with the determination to kill me, but be careful not to get hurt."