The Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist was a fierce and ferocious martial art. Although its rank was only low-level beginner, its power was not lacking, consisting of nine moves total.
Feng Lin charged forward fearlessly time and again, trading injuries to clash head-on with his opponent. He unleashed all nine moves, striking at every vital point of the silicon-based giant's body, only to be met with crushing disappointment.
The silicon-based giant didn't even lose a single hair...
This reckless behavior might have looked utterly foolish to others, like he was simply courting death, but Feng Lin knew he hadn't come away empty-handed.
The Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist was already his strongest technique. If even this martial art couldn't harm the opponent, it meant that no matter what move Feng Lin used, he couldn't inflict any direct damage on this enemy.
Feng Lin now understood the helplessness his previous opponents had felt when facing him.
Martial arts might be exquisite, and damage might be high, but if you can't break through the defense, it's all useless!
But that didn't mean he couldn't win!
He couldn't hurt the giant—that was true—but it didn't mean he couldn't kill it.
This might sound contradictory, but it was actually simple: make the silicon-based giant hurt itself.
Some might find this utterly absurd, impossible!
After all, what intelligent life form would harm itself for no reason?
Then they must not know the martial arts principle of "returning the opponent's own technique against them," also known in kung fu as "borrowing force to strike."
Jeet Kune Do, Tai Chi, Jujitsu... all contain these martial concepts.
"Hehehe! Pitiful carbon-based crawling insect, are you ready to die? There's no room for you in the universe, you disgusting vermin should all be exterminated!..." The silicon-based giant, seeing Feng Lin motionless as if he had given up, let out a string of sinister laughs, its cold, murderous intent flooding over like seawater.
A war of races, to the death, with no room for compromise.
The silicon-based giant leaped into the air, boulders swirling around its body, and lunged forward with unstoppable force, intent on crushing Feng Lin to dust.
Watching its menacing approach, Feng Lin lowered his gaze without much panic.
The reversal of the situation would start right here.
A fiery fighting spirit reignited in his eyes as he charged forward again.
Dodging the falling rocks, he clenched his fists, concentrated his strength into a single point, and ferociously aimed a punch at the giant's face—looking no different from before.
"It's that move again—is he looking to die? Seems he's out of options; this is the end!" Everyone watching shook their heads repeatedly.
The silicon-based giant grinned viciously, leaving its defenses wide open without any guard, and instead swung both fists fiercely forward.
Just as the two were about to collide head-on, the homeroom teachers closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of Feng Lin being flattened by the giant's fists.
But the next scene left them stunned.
Feng Lin's move looked fierce, but just as it was about to strike the opponent, he instantly retracted it. His entire body spun like a top, the rotational force driving one leg in an arc through the air to slam viciously into the giant's right wrist.
The silicon-based giant's punch missed, and suddenly a massive force struck its wrist, bending it. The power was deflected, curving in a bizarre trajectory to smash violently into its own head.
The punch hit itself, and the silicon-based giant reeled as if struck hard, staggering and crashing to the ground with a thud.
The crowd's mouths hung open, their earlier murmurs abruptly cut off, each person staring dumbfounded—a comical sight.
"Interesting! It seems Feng Lin has discovered something!" the principal murmured to himself, a growing interest sparking within him.
Not just in Feng Lin's talent, but in the person himself.
In all his years as principal, he had seen no shortage of geniuses, but a student this intriguing—he hadn't seen one in a long time.
Activating the Virtual Martial Arts Tower this time had truly been the right call!
...
"That was just a coincidence!"
"Exactly! The only way to beat a silicon-based giant is to use genetic abilities for long-range attrition. Close combat against a silicon-based life form with an alloy-like body is impossible!"
"No matter how strong the martial art, it's useless against such defense!"
...
Regarding Feng Lin's stunning strike, the homeroom teachers, after their initial shock, unanimously dismissed it as a fluke.
They looked convinced, but the next moment, their faces were thoroughly slapped.
The silicon-based giant, hit by its own fist, looked dazed, shook its head groggily, and stumbled to its feet.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind cut through the air, and it instinctively kicked out.
Feng Lin, however, dodged nimbly, landing a kick on its thigh and adding a forceful shove.
The kick missed, and with the added force, the giant's immense weight and inertia made it impossible to recover, sending it crashing heavily to the ground.
It worked!
Two consecutive successes—this wasn't luck.
Feng Lin was absolutely certain he had found the winning method.
He changed his approach, abandoning head-on clashes for the first time and adopting a soft, flowing Tai Chi style.
Of course, he wasn't truly practicing Tai Chi; he was just borrowing its technique of borrowing force to strike.
Though the silicon-based giant had immense strength, its movements were clumsy, relying solely on its hard body.
Previously, Feng Lin couldn't harm it because he couldn't break through its defense.
But as long as he leveraged his speed advantage and avoided direct confrontation, he could remain undefeated. Then, using the borrowing-force technique, he could deflect its power to attack itself.
Its body might be hard, but it couldn't withstand its own fists.
This was using the opponent's spear to strike the opponent's shield!
The only thing to watch out for was its ability to control rocks.
But that was simple—just stay close. At such a short distance, if it used rocks to smash down, it would hit itself too.
From then on, Feng Lin clung to the silicon-based giant like a persistent shadow, striking repeatedly.
"Damn little insect!" the silicon-based giant roared, throwing punches, only to have each one redirected by Feng Lin to land on itself.
Eventually, Feng Lin grew so relaxed that he even shook his head.
This fighting style was so effective it surprised even him.
In truth, borrowing force to strike wasn't some profound technique; anyone with a bit of martial knowledge could counter it.
But the silicon-based giant had no skill in martial arts—and why would it? Its natural body was already supremely tough, allowing it to crush many cosmic races with raw talent, so it had little need to develop advanced martial arts.
Martial arts were just a tool for self-preservation, for the weak to overcome the strong.
Only inherently weak races like humans would develop sophisticated martial arts. It was like Earth's primitive era, when giant beasts roamed—why did only apes learn to use tools and fire? Simply because they were weak; if they hadn't learned to use external aids, they would have gone extinct.
Dinosaurs, giant crocodiles, mammoths—they were the rulers, at the top of the food chain. How could they have learned to use tools?
There was no need, no necessity.
The same went for martial arts.
But now, it was precisely this humble means of self-defense by weak humans that became Feng Lin's greatest advantage.
Every time the silicon-based giant attacked, Feng Lin used Tai Chi's "listening energy" to detect its force in advance, then deflected it, making the giant strike itself.
By the end, Feng Lin grew so effortless that he toyed with the opponent, redirecting its power at will.
What could a lion do without its fangs and claws, other than look cute?
Everyone watched as a silicon-based giant, known throughout the universe for its brutal ferocity, stumbled around the arena, crashing to the ground with angry roars—not intimidating in the least, but utterly ridiculous.
"Wretched carbon-based life form, what trick are you pulling?" the silicon-based giant roared in fury, feeling its own body no longer under its control.
The principal and homeroom teachers, witnessing this, wore strange expressions, wanting to laugh but unable to.
What had been a one-sided, bloody battle had suddenly turned into a comedic scene—the shift was so drastic they couldn't process it.
Dealing with silicon-based giants had always required long-range attrition with genetic abilities, grinding them down until they died. There was no other way.
No one had ever defeated one in close combat with equal or even inferior life force.
Could Feng Lin have found a possibility within the impossible, discovering a second method?