Lu Yuan's body shook violently, and he stumbled back a few steps.

The middle-aged man who had kicked him away was also shaken back by the reaction force.

However, with a beautiful backflip, he landed steadily on the hood of the van behind him using this force.

He looked down at Lu Yuan with indifferent eyes.

"He can only match me with his legs, so his strength should be around rank 10."

"Also, there's no pain in the battle within the consciousness space!"

Lu Yuan judged the middle-aged man's strength level in one glance.

He gently shook his forearm that had blocked the kick and looked up at the heavy rain.

He had just locked onto the man's figure and was considering what means to use to attack next.

Suddenly, a cloud of water mist exploded in front of him. The middle-aged man standing on the hood of the car suddenly raised his foot and kicked fiercely towards his face.

Lu Yuan's pupils constricted, and the world in front of him seemed to slow down for a thousandth of a second.

He could clearly see the man's foot raising, the tip of his black leather shoe shattering raindrops as it approached him.

"Whoosh—"

Lu Yuan sidestepped, perfectly dodging the middle-aged man's front kick.

The advantage of rank 10 agility was evident at this moment.

Before this, Lu Yuan's reaction speed was not enough to support him in making such a dodging reaction.

"Get down here!"

After dodging the kick, Lu Yuan immediately turned around and swept his leg across the middle-aged man's lower body.

The latter reacted quickly, retreating and jumping onto the roof of the van.

Lu Yuan stepped on the front bumper, jumped onto the hood, and punched the middle-aged man in the face.

Fists and feet collided, and the two quickly exchanged blows.

Lu Yuan attacked fiercely, quickly forcing the middle-aged man down from the roof, and the two fought on the rainy street.

The battle began to develop in a completely different direction from reality.

After his strength, agility, and four basic fighting techniques had been improved, Lu Yuan felt that his strength had increased significantly and that he should be able to take down the middle-aged man quickly.

But on the contrary, as an imaginary enemy constructed from Lu Yuan's consciousness, stripped of all emotions and left with only pure fighting instincts and techniques, the middle-aged man's strength far exceeded Lu Yuan's expectations.

After a few quick exchanges, Lu Yuan was completely caught in the rhythm of the opponent's attacks.

"Why did he suddenly become so strong?"

"Or is this his true strength?"

The middle-aged man's leg techniques were extremely exquisite and sharp.

Fierce and vicious.

Every time he kicked, his trouser legs seemed to be filled with a thick bloody smell.

His two legs alternated like whips, lashing at Lu Yuan.

The speed of his kicks was extremely fast, and the storm-like leg strikes made it almost impossible for Lu Yuan to breathe.

Although his strength was obviously superior to the opponent's, Lu Yuan could only passively defend and dodge.

He couldn't find a suitable opportunity to punch.

Occasionally, he would counterattack, but the opponent was as slippery as an eel, quickly pulling away from him when he saw that things were not going well, and then returning at the right time.

It was too frustrating!

His ambition before the battle now seemed like a joke.

"If I continue like this, I might be kicked to death by him!"

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"This guy's leg techniques don't deviate from the scope of basic leg techniques, but their level is too high. It's probably already reached lv6? lv7? The gap in techniques is too big, and his actual combat experience is far richer than mine..."

"How can I solve this battle?"

If a defeated opponent in the real world turned around and beat him up in the consciousness space, it would be too embarrassing.

Lu Yuan wanted to win this battle no matter what.

As he was thinking, his left arm was hit hard again.

The huge impact of the heavy kick made his whole body tremble.

Although he couldn't feel pain in the battle within the consciousness space, the continuous passive beatings made Lu Yuan feel suffocated.

After taking this kick, he couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly became ruthless.

His blood surged, and when the middle-aged man's next kick came...

He also met it head-on with his foot!

"Bang!"

This kick was extremely heavy.

Both of them stepped back.

Lu Yuan felt as if his right foot had become a little numb.

The frontal collision of their legs caused a fracture in his right tibia.

The injured state was perfectly simulated by the consciousness space.

"Damn it!"

Lu Yuan suddenly regretted his impulsive response. The injury to his right leg would inevitably affect his dodging, and the already difficult situation would undoubtedly become worse.

"Whoosh—"

The middle-aged man's next kick tore through the rain curtain and came whistling towards him.

Lu Yuan dodged awkwardly with one foot.

Originally, the opponent's second and third kicks would have followed closely behind...

But to his surprise, the middle-aged man's second kick came late this time.

And it was kicked in the same direction as the previous kick.

"Wait!"

Lu Yuan raised his hand, barely blocking the attack, but his eyes fell on the middle-aged man.

When he saw the opponent's obviously unnatural approaching movement, a flash of inspiration struck Lu Yuan's mind like lightning.

In the heavy rain, the young man awkwardly shielded his head with both hands, blocking the opponent's round after round of side kicks.

Rainwater and sweat splashed around from his hair.

But in his black eyes hidden under his hair, a light gradually bloomed.

"I think I know the solution."

"Whoosh—"

A long exhale.

Lu Yuan opened his eyes and came out of the consciousness battle.

The dry clothes he had just changed into after taking a shower were now slightly damp with sweat.

The initial experience of [Imaginary Enemy]... was over.

Lu Yuan had won in the end.

But it was a very difficult victory, far more difficult than in reality—

He used an injury-for-injury approach, crippling the middle-aged man's legs, and then relying on his strength advantage, he hammered him to death on the rainy ground.

It was not a glorious victory.

"...If it weren't for the fact that he saw me as just a high school student with crude fighting skills, and that I was surrounded by their group, he would have maintained a condescending and playful attitude. Plus, I added points on the spot, and my strength suddenly surged... In reality, it would be almost impossible for me to quickly defeat him like that."

Recalling the ferocity and viciousness displayed by the middle-aged man in the consciousness battle, Lu Yuan felt incredibly lucky to be sitting in his bedroom at home with only a few minor skin injuries.

There were too many lucky elements in this battle. If it happened again, the outcome might be completely different.

"Anyway, I was the one who had the last laugh..."

This incident also served as a wake-up call for Lu Yuan—never underestimate any opponent!

He didn't want to end up like the middle-aged man.

Despite possessing a set of domineering and sharp leg techniques, he ended up capsizing in the gutter and had his legs broken by a "martial arts rookie" who had only been practicing martial arts for a month with a baseball bat.

Now, the man was probably lying in the police station, drinking tea...

"The effect of [Imaginary Enemy] is even more powerful than I expected!"

Lu Yuan didn't expect that the imaginary enemy constructed from his memory would have such a perfect replication of its real-life strength in the consciousness battle.

It wasn't based on his shallow understanding of the opponent.

Thinking back to the consciousness battle again, Lu Yuan's expression became complicated.

The middle-aged man's sharp and domineering leg techniques made him envious.

It was just the same few basic leg techniques, nothing too difficult, but each kick, when performed by him, was as sharp as a military knife.

And that fierce, barbaric, and bloody aura, God knows how many opponents he had crippled to cultivate it.

"If I had leg techniques that were even close to his, with my strength advantage, this battle wouldn't have been so difficult..."

"Wait! What am I envious of? I can totally learn from him!"

"What could be a better sparring teacher than an enemy?"

At this thought, Lu Yuan's eyes lit up. The more he thought about it, the more feasible his idea seemed.

He even felt that this...

Perhaps, this was the true and correct way to open [Imaginary Enemy]!

"With unlimited practical teaching opportunities, I don't believe I can't learn the essence of these leg techniques!"

Lu Yuan's heart became excited, and he immediately closed his eyes again, eager to try.

"Skill activation, [Imaginary Enemy]!"