Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"Sorry, wallet, I really need this alarm clock that will fly up and slap me hard if it doesn't wake me up on time..."

Fu Feihan took out his wallet and bought the flying alarm clock called 'Spinning Palm'. According to the shopkeeper, it was an outstanding work by the alchemist 'Zuo De She? Chun Fei Wu? Sha Bi Cai Mai', and this was the last one. In other words, it was a limited edition. The alchemist was quite famous in the City of Truth... only his reputation was somewhat ambiguous.

It was already the afternoon of the second day.

The next morning's match was between Seven Stars and City of Truth. Fu Feihan did not play, and Ju Qiuming went up and defeated three people in a row, winning all three matches and igniting the entire stadium.

After the competition, they ate a free meal at the cafeteria of the Academy of Truth. Then Fu Feihan thought that since they were already there, they might as well go outside and experience the customs of a foreign land.

The overall technological level of the City of Truth may not be much higher than that of other countries. But its unique atmosphere has given rise to all sorts of bizarre alchemical products. For example, a spinning palm-shaped flying alarm clock... Ju Qiuming really couldn't imagine what kind of person could make such a thing.

The person who can make something like this must have suffered from cerebral thrombosis for at least ten years.

However, Fu Feihan actually bought it.

Fu Feihan carefully packed the alarm clock away and then left the shop.

They were unfamiliar with the City of Truth, so they just randomly chose a crowded direction and plunged in... Luckily, they found a decent commercial street.

"Speaking of which, Teacher Ying and Teacher Iris have been nowhere to be seen today. What are they doing?"

"I don't know about irises, but as for Teacher Ying..." Ju Qiuming stopped and looked up.

Fu Feihan followed his gaze and saw that it was on the second floor of a building with a sign that read "Board Game Cafe". Ying Qin Guan was sitting by the window, holding cards in his hand, looking serious as if facing a formidable enemy.

".."

".."

That one glance silenced both of them; neither could utter a word.

After a long pause, Fu Feihan said quietly, "Let's go."

"..Um."

The two left with mixed feelings.

"As expected of Teacher Ying..."

Only when they were a little distance apart did Fu Feihan dare to mutter his complaints in a low voice.

Ju Qiuming ignored Fu Feihan and frowned slightly. He was not human and had keen senses. He vaguely heard something, but he was not sure.

The streets here were bustling with people, and the noise was chaotic, so Ju Qiuming couldn't be sure what he had just heard.

Fu Feihan noticed Ju Qiuming's unusual behavior and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...It's nothing." Ju Qiuming hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "It's probably just my imagination..."

He said this, but he slightly tiptoed and squinted at the distance.

There was a slight disturbance over there.

Not to mention Ju Qiuming, even Fu Feihan heard a bit of it now. But this was a bustling street with many vendors and various signs hanging outside, obstructing people's view and making it impossible to see into the distance.

Ju Qiuming frowned, then leaped high into the air amidst gasps from those around him, hanging halfway up the second-floor wall, gazing into the distance.

There's a slight commotion over there... Many people are chasing someone, rushing this way at incredible speed, almost leaping across rooftops; they're clearly martial artists.

"catch him!"

"Make way! Make way!"

"Get out of the way immediately!"

"You're asking for it!"

"His eyes! Look into his eyes!"

It's a rebellious ghost!

Ju Qiuming had exceptional eyesight and recognized it immediately! The person being chased was the Rebellious Ghost!

The City of Truth is not a chaotic province; if an alien race is discovered in the City of Truth, there will be no other outcome.

The surrounding people panicked and ran in all directions in a frantic manner.

Everyone knows that this alien race is at its end, so they should also understand that there is nothing a desperate person is incapable of doing.

Martial artists have been almost eliminated on the main battlefield... but only on the main battlefield. In a bustling commercial street like this, if a martial artist went on a killing spree, it would be a disaster. Therefore, every country is trying to control the number of martial artists.

This group was incredibly fast, scaling walls and rooftops, covering over a hundred meters in just seven or eight seconds. And coincidentally... the fleeing rebels, in their panic, chose the exact direction Fu Feihan and Ju Qiuming were heading.

"ah!"

A little girl, being led by her mother's hand, couldn't keep up with her mother's hurried pace. Her left foot tripped over her right, and she fell to the ground. The mother instinctively ran two or three meters away, then quickly stopped to try and go back to help her daughter. However, because she was wearing high heels, she not only failed to stop but also twisted her own ankle. The mother and daughter fell to the ground, with a surging crowd behind them, making the situation extremely dangerous.

"Qiu Ming!" Fu Feihan shouted, then turned around, reached out, grabbed a man by the back of his collar, and threw him away viciously. The man almost stepped on someone and showed no sign of slowing down.

Ju Qiuming and Fu Feihan had known each other for three years and were very close. To say they were sworn brothers might be an exaggeration, but to say they were like brothers would not be an exaggeration at all, and they were truly in sync. Although Fu Feihan only called out Ju Qiuming's name once, Ju Qiuming still understood what he meant.

"I'll go help the mother and daughter up first. You go and stop that alien. I'll come help you right away."

But at this moment... Ju Qiuming didn't want to understand.

But he understood. Fu Feihan was that kind of person, always ready to help those in need...like the "knight-errant" in the stories of the Southern Qin storytellers, a rare breed that was once forgotten by the world and simply didn't exist.

The alien race rushed towards them in a panic. He looked to be in his early twenties, with blood-red pupils from which tears of blood flowed. His expression was one of panic, sorrow, and anger, mixed with a sense of despair at having nowhere else to go and being at the end of his rope.

"Wrong!" he shouted as he ran, "It must be wrong! How could I be a rebellious ghost, I..."

As he spoke, tears of blood streamed from his eyes again.

"Then stop! We will give you justice!"

"Stop! Stop! Surrender!"

The people behind them were in hot pursuit; they were wearing uniforms and were presumably the law enforcement team of the City of Truth.

The alien race could not possibly stop, because everyone knew the consequences of stopping.

As the crowd dispersed from the street, only Ju Qiuming remained directly in front of him. He stood at the very front, staring straight at the panicked alien, as if he were an insurmountable barrier.

But...do we really have to take action?

Ju Qiuming was unaware.

The man said he didn't know he was a different race... Yes, Ju Qiuming didn't know either. It was only one day that someone suddenly appeared out of nowhere and told him that he was a different race. So Ju Qiuming had time to process this and a chance to choose.

But this person didn't... so he's going to die.

Chapter Forty-Two: Red Eyes

close!

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the man and Ju Qiuming was less than ten meters.

Ju Qiuming's mind was in a mess, but he still followed his body's instincts and got into a fighting stance.

This is purely a matter of physical instinct; no qualified martial artist would allow another martial artist to approach them in such a manner without reacting.

The man also noticed Ju Qiuming blocking his way. In the rush of the situation, he had no time to assess Ju Qiuming's strength. But since Ju Qiuming dared to block him like this, he must have some skill. The man wasn't stupid; naturally, he wanted to avoid Ju Qiuming.

"No.."

The man stepped aside and shouted at Ju Qiuming, "I didn't do anything... I don't want to do anything! Don't stop me!"

This is both a plea for mercy and a threat.

"Stop him!"

"Be careful and avoid getting hurt!"

The people chasing after him had two different opinions. Some hoped that Ju Qiuming would stop the man, while others felt that ordinary people should not meddle and should leave it to the professionals.

Ju Qiuming's heart skipped a beat... but in the end, he didn't make a move. He sighed inwardly, maintaining a vigilant expression. However, he didn't attack, as if he had heeded the warning from the enforcement team, prioritizing his own safety and stepping aside.

A hint of joy appeared on the man's face.

This glimmer of joy was so fragile, so fleeting; he thought things couldn't possibly get any worse. So everything that was about to happen should be for the best.

But in reality, no one can ever predict what will happen in the next second.

next second.

Flames flickered and electricity surged. A figure swept in like a whirlwind, its entire body crackling with terrifying lightning. It descended from the sky and crashed down hard. Before the man could react, he was struck by that terrifying figure!

boom!

With a loud bang, lightning cracked, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out, sending flesh and blood flying everywhere. By sheer coincidence, a pool of flesh and blood slammed into Ju Qiuming's forehead at incredible speed.

..

..

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Ju Qiuming reached out and wiped his forehead in a daze.

A bright red color appeared, and after a moment of careful examination, he realized it was an eyeball.

The eyeball was squeezed by tremendous force and shot out, hitting his forehead. It was half-shattered, with some blood clinging to it, and his forehead felt slightly damp.

".."

died.

Without even thinking about it, just looking at this scene makes it clear that the man is as dead as can be.

There was absolutely no chance to speak, absolutely no room for negotiation, and there would never have been a second outcome from beginning to end.

They clearly didn't do anything.

Ju Qiuming reached out and wiped the blood from his forehead.

Perhaps he only just discovered today that he is of a different race, perhaps he is already preparing for his wedding, has a fiancée who loves him, parents to support, or perhaps his fiancée is already pregnant with their child.

But all of this... vanished into nothingness with the exposure of this eye.

An indescribable feeling suddenly welled up in my heart, boundless anger and sorrow filled my mind, my heart began to pound wildly, hiding the anger in my blood, using it to nourish every corner of my body.

".."

This feeling surged up, and Ju Qiuming knew he had no choice. He closed his eyes, but he could still hear the boiling of his blood, which almost burned him up.

A strange power surged from his heart and flowed through his body. He felt that he could be faster, more ruthless, and stronger.

But none of this was of any use.