Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 277 The Ten-Year-Old Famous Teacher is Unreliable

"Minister Lin?"

The nurse rang the doorbell again.

"It's time for you to have lunch. I'll also give you a quick check-up while I'm at it."

In the corridor, besides the medical team, there was also a cook pushing a food cart.

The food cart was piled high with hundreds of deep-fried pork ribs, and the strong aroma of cumin and pork filled the entire corridor.

Ever since Lin left the city and became young again, the medical team has been very worried about his condition. Although one test did not reveal anything, they still insisted on testing him every day.

In case anything bad happens, we can prepare as much as possible.

After all, he had already lost four-fifths of his weight. If he shrank again, wouldn't he shrink back to the size of an infant?

However, ten-year-old Lin Chucheng did not like to cooperate with examinations all the time.

Fortunately, he now has a big appetite and especially loves eating meat.

The medical team would take advantage of the meal delivery time to test him.

After the doorbell rang three times, the door was finally opened.

This is the second floor, and the window facing outwards is wide open.

The curtains, partially obscured, fluttered in the wind outside, allowing sunlight to stream in.

The child who had just opened the door jumped back onto the bed and said in a muffled voice, "Let's check first."

A tablet computer was on the bed, displaying the standby screen of a fighting game.

The nurse asked, "Minister, have you been staying up all night playing games again?"

"No, no, I only started playing this morning."

The child quickly shook his head and pulled at his lower eyelids, "Look, I don't have any dark circles."

If you're trying to prove you don't have dark circles, why are you pulling on your eyelids? It looks more like you're making a face.

The nurse had no choice but to sit down on the edge of the bed and prepare to put a wristband on him.

A muffled thud suddenly came from outside.

It seems to be coming from the training ground; the sound actually traveled all the way here. That's quite a commotion.

Lin Chucheng's ears perked up, and he looked intently out the window: "One."

The nurse asked, puzzled, "What?"

"I'm not talking to you."

Hearing the second noise outside, Lin Chucheng was even more delighted. He jumped directly onto the windowsill and looked out at the training field.

The nurse was initially anxious, but then felt relieved.

Although she knew perfectly well that this was the minister, he looked like a child now, and the sight of him stepping onto the second-floor window made her subconsciously a little nervous.

"This is the second time, and then the third... Oh dear, who is that person? Why is he stopping Uncle Bear?"

Lin Chucheng got angry and, like a small cannonball, jumped out of the window with a whoosh.

The medical team members quickly gathered around the window.

All that could be seen was Lin Chucheng's figure, who hopped twice on the corners of the rooftops of several buildings before flying to the training ground in the distance.

"who are you?"

A childish voice rang out from the training field.

The child wearing an orange-red t-shirt fell with a thud and landed on the barrel of a tank.

The long cannon barrel shook violently under his foot, but it still held firm.

The child stared at Chu Tianshu with his eyes puffed up in anger.

"You're quite capable, but why are you stopping Uncle Bear?"

"He finally got some inspiration and started playing smoothly, but now you're stopping him, and his progress is stalled again."

"For quite some time afterward, we'll probably stay at the level of striking three times in a row."

The members who had been dodging around the training ground had all gathered together, each with a different expression.

Mo Xiaoyu and Tang Nu also rushed into the training field.

Tangnu exclaimed excitedly, "What amazing skills! This time, you even managed to bring down a reliable person without any equipment."

Mo Xiaoyu then walked over to Xiong Zhengsan and took his pulse.

"Fortunately!"

Mo Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief and called out to Lin Chucheng, "Minister, if it weren't for Mr. Chu's help, Old Xiong would definitely not have been able to withstand such a series of blows."

She thanked Chu Tianshu again.

"Fortunately, Mr. Chu intervened in time. That strike just now broke through the palm force and restored his strength, preventing Old Xiong's vital energy from being wasted."

"I am temporarily in charge of the Northwest region, and I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you."

Chu Tianshu waved his hand: "It's nothing."

His figure suddenly floated and landed on the cannon barrel at Lin Chucheng Station, a smile on his face.

"So you're Senior Lin. You've really become a child again in every way."

Chu Tianshu sized up the other party and smiled, "Old Xiong's fighting style, although very demanding, is also highly technical. It doesn't seem like something he created himself. Did you teach him?"

Tang Nu said, "Old Xiong used to be a master of the Red Fist in Shaanxi. After he was transferred here, the minister said he was a man of great courage and taught him a set of Purple Blood Techniques."

Mo Xiaoyu seemed to be deep in thought.

"The Purple Blood Technique was originally an ancient evil martial art, but because it was missing a small part of the manual, it lost its evil nature."

Mo Xiaoyu looked at Lao Xiong, "The minister's previous guidance for you probably only went up to the point of near-fatal injury." "Who taught you that kind of devastating combo attack just now?"

Xiong Zhengsan has calmed down a bit now, but he still feels lingering fear when he recalls what happened before.

"It was also taught by the minister."

Xiong Zhengsan was still a little embarrassed, "But, it was the minister who taught me a couple of days ago..."

A couple of days ago? Wasn't that after she became a child?

All eyes on the training ground were focused on Lin Chucheng.

Lin Chucheng's gaze was somewhat evasive; the anger he felt when he rushed over had completely vanished.

"What are you doing?"

Chu Tianshu asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you lost your memory?"

Xiong Zhengsan quickly replied, "The minister really doesn't remember the Purple Blood Technique, but he came to instruct me that day, and I explained it to him again."

"correct."

Lin Chucheng said, "I saw him secretly practicing boxing late at night that day. He was very hardworking, but his boxing was too disjointed."

"Just watching it made me feel uncomfortable; it felt like ants were crawling all over my body."

"So I went to ask him what he was practicing, and then taught him to play more fluidly."

At this point, Lin Chucheng seemed to become a little more self-assured.

"When I taught him to throw seven punches in a row, I even demonstrated it myself. How come I was fine?"

"It must be that he just did it wrong; he still didn't practice it correctly."

Chu Tianshu knew that Lin Chucheng had probably retained his cultivation level, but he just didn't remember how to use it.

It's possible that someone might hear about ancient techniques and then offer some insightful guidance.

However, Lin Chucheng is renowned for his solid fundamentals, and his teaching style has always been characterized by its profound and weighty nature. Even when he teaches according to students' individual needs, he never deviates from the fundamental principles.

After shrinking, how could he possibly deduce such a powerful and potentially fatal attack technique on the spot?

Chu Tianshu thought for a moment, took out a piece of candy from his pocket, and said with a smile, "Then do it again and let me see?"

Lin Chucheng took the orange gummy candy, stuffed it into his pocket, and obediently jumped from the cannon barrel to the ground.

As he got into position and raised his hand, the internal energy emanating from his body transformed into the aura of the Purple Blood Technique, indicating that he had indeed practiced it before.

But when he uses this style of boxing, its power is naturally much stronger than that of Xiong Zhengsan.

In the blink of an eye, he unleashed seven moves, palms interspersed with fists, and fists with palms interspersed.

The seven purple fist and palm prints traveled forty or fifty meters away, hitting a tank there and causing it to rattle and break its tracks.

The sound was like striking a bell.

"it is good!!"

The entire action team cheered loudly, raised their hands excitedly, clapped, and whispered among themselves.

"Even though the minister shrunk, his kung fu skills are still amazing! The minister is truly incredible!"

"The minister was right before, we need to build a solid foundation. If the foundation is strong, we can still use our skills even when we're small! I'll practice for an extra hour tonight!"

Chu Tianshu secretly praised the man's superb skill. This man had basically lost his memory and was not using the same cultivation method he used to practice, yet he still managed to achieve such an effect.

However, using this technique alone is more powerful, but also more burdensome.

Even if Lin Chucheng's physical body is stronger, after seven consecutive moves, he would probably show signs of large areas of capillaries ruptured on his arms.

Chu Tianshu observed very carefully and determined that Lin Chucheng did not subconsciously use any other techniques to alleviate this burden.

He really did tough it out, and his hands were fair and smooth, without any damage.

"You see, as long as you hit the right spot, nothing will happen."

Lin Chucheng took out the gummy candy, pressed it with his knuckles, and the bulging packaging bag burst open, the gummy candy jumping into his mouth.

After the demonstration, he felt relieved.

Chu Tianshu landed beside him, still staring at him.

Lin Chucheng chewed on a candy: "What's wrong?"

"Give me a drop of your blood."

Chu Tianshu took out a hollow silver needle.

Lin Chucheng readily extended his arm, which was as thick as a lotus root.

Chu Tianshu gently pricked the skin with the needle, drawing out a drop of blood, but the wound was barely visible on the skin.

Mo Xiaoyu walked over: "A blood test is the most basic examination. We've had it done frequently these past few days, and there have been no abnormalities at all."

"Oh?"

Chu Tianshu stared at the blood droplet on the needle tip for a while, then suddenly made a claw with his left hand and made a grasping motion from the side.

Greenish-blue specks of light floated out from the crimson blood droplets.

According to the original text of the Old Immortal of Nanhua, it is not appropriate to extract vital energy from complex living beings such as humans and livestock. Forcing such extraction would be counterproductive.

But if it's just a drop of blood, of course you can try. If I'm not mistaken, most of what you get should be water-attribute energy.

However, what Chu Tianshu is refining now is wood-type elemental energy.

Moreover, the wood-elemental energy extracted from such a tiny drop of blood is no less than that of a hundred-year-old tree!
No wonder Lin Chucheng didn't realize there was a price to pay when he went out to fight.

For him, this burden would probably be offset by the overwhelming vitality before he even had a chance to be injured.

(End of this chapter)