Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

It's such a low-level tactic... but we still couldn't help but fall for it.

In fact, for those who are determined to do something, the means are only useful or not, not low-level. Judging a means as low-level is mostly just the anger and embarrassment of the person who was tricked.

"Hmph..." Darius casually crushed the anti-isolation substance. This thing definitely couldn't be brought onto the plane. Although the plane didn't have any inscribed arrays to prevent it from being affected by the anti-isolation substance, there were still some alchemical instruments on board for detecting it. If it were brought on board, the alchemical instruments would be rendered useless. As for leaving it there, that wouldn't work either, lest his own subordinates waste time here. Who knows how many anti-isolation substances they'd buried?

That move of snatching the ball away from its body was truly ingenious.

But since we've come down and confirmed that no one is there, we might as well take the opportunity to refuel the helicopter.

The lack of a miniature array is a major inconvenience; the energy consumption is too high, resulting in a battery life of only about four hours.

"The thieves are cunning... It seems this will be another protracted battle."

Darius's thoughts wandered, and he thought of the Qin Pass.

"Did that guy from the Seven Luminaries secretly put a Cloud Suppression Stone on his body, or did he practice some kind of breath-holding cultivation technique? How come there isn't the slightest fluctuation of his internal energy?"

"Friday... It's Tuesday evening now. If I don't want to break my promise, I only have two days and three nights left."

"These little tricks, you think you can save your lives?"

Darius boarded the helicopter with a blank expression.

"wishful thinking."

-

Wednesday and Thursday passed by in a flash.

On the fourth day of the team battle, Ying Qin Guan, feeling somewhat guilty after playing cards for several days, returned to the Academy of Truth to watch the students' final battle.

As expected, the Seven Luminaries were targeted. Although Ju Qiuming and Fu Feihan were intelligent and quick-witted, they were just ordinary martial artists. When fighting against multiple opponents, they quickly lost due to their lack of room for error. There was no way to deal with this, as they needed to cultivate their skills, accumulate internal energy, and improve their physical strength over a long period of time. It was a slow and steady process.

But the cruel reality is that sometimes you can train in martial arts your whole life and spend countless hours cultivating your physique, only to be shot dead the moment you encounter a gun.

What concerned Ying Qin Guan was that Ju Qiu Ming seemed somewhat absent-minded. His punches were not as fierce or as fast as before. Moreover, Ying Qin Guan could tell that he wasn't holding back. He couldn't tell if Ju Qiu Ming had something on his mind, but he could tell at a glance whether a martial artist was holding back or was genuinely not in good condition.

"That punch..."

Ying Qin Guan had no idea what Ju Qiu Ming was thinking, and he was powerless to help him.

He really didn't want to interfere in other people's important life events. When he taught Zhong Hongyu the Separation and Union Technique of the Death Sword, he hesitated. Even such seemingly positive teaching might not bring good results. Changing someone else's life trajectory meant taking on some responsibility, and Ying Qin Guan no longer wanted to take on any responsibility.

He looked back.

Despite winning for three days, Qiyao still couldn't win in the end.

Tomorrow is Friday.

According to tradition, teachers from each academy can participate. Generally speaking, magic students don't fight much, because magicians are usually not combative, and magic causes too much destruction and is difficult to control.

So generally speaking, it's three martial arts instructors from other schools, plus martial arts instructors from the local academy, all making friends through martial arts.

"Ugh... I can't take it anymore, hurry up and come here."

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Thursday night.

The Mach Forest is vast and easy to get lost in. The Corpse Dog and the Devouring Thief are not peerless masters like Ying Qin Guan, who can travel thousands of miles without stopping and ignoring the terrain. In addition, the helicopter is faster than them, so they have to be wary that someone is searching for them ahead. Sometimes they have to take various detours to create a diversion.

It is precisely because of their actions that the City of Truth has been unable to capture them so far, but... this is probably where it ends.

Without special transportation to assist them, even with the support of the Mach Forest environment, the Corpse Dogs and Devouring Thieves would reach their limits.

Having trekked for two days and two nights without rest in such harsh conditions, with almost no effective supplies, they still retained considerable mobility despite being martial artists. However, their condition was undoubtedly much worse than it had been two days prior.

Moreover... the encirclement and blockade by the City of Truth has already made them feel suffocated.

A thousand years ago, if you snatched something and ran into the Mach Forest, the enemy wouldn't even bother chasing you. If someone did chase you, it would be a show of bravado. But now...

It's true, it will take your lives.

"If we don't get support, we're probably going to be stuck here."

The Corpse Dog stopped and quickly climbed a tree. Looking around, he saw several helicopters hovering in all directions, even though it was night and his eyesight was limited. They seemed random, but the helicopters were clustered together, forming a tight encirclement against the anti-separation aircraft.

"There will be support. We left our marks on ourselves before we set off. It's just that with the long time, the distance, and the effects of the anti-separation bodies, they can't find us for a while." Corpse Dog's voice was still relatively calm. Even if the organization abandoned them, they would never abandon the anti-separation bodies on their hands. Moreover, both are marks, but one was planted by forcibly entering, and the other was accepted voluntarily. It goes without saying which one is more effective. If the City of Truth can lock onto a location, the organization can certainly do the same.

The Devourer's mental strength was clearly inferior to that of the Corpse Dog, and the long run had left him in extremely poor condition.

He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "I hope so..."

Before the words were even finished, a loud explosion rang out!

A fierce wind howled, lightning crackled, and a figure streaked across the sky like a meteor, flames and lightning swirling around him, carrying an unparalleled and majestic heavenly power, and rushed straight towards the two in an instant!

An attack from the demon warrior Darius!

Leave Chapter Forty-Seven to me.

Every power system has its advantages and disadvantages. Even if reality isn't a game, there aren't as many designers painstakingly balancing class stats.

In a game analogy, different characters have different attribute focuses.

For example, Ju Qiuming, if translated into a game, would be the kind of ruthless character with a short attack range but extremely high critical damage.

Fu Feihan, on the other hand, is incredibly intelligent; if we were to translate that into a game, his critical hit rate and evasion rate would frequently surge.

Why "sometimes" instead of "always"? Because he's a volatile player.

Take Kui for example. It's obvious that he has zero evasion rate, but explosive defense, attack power, and health.

Everyone develops their own unique playing style, with their own strengths and weaknesses.

So, Master Ying, what about you?

I'm hexagonal... I mean, I have no escape option and am easily ganged up on.

Closer to home.

The examples above, except for Kui, are not entirely appropriate; they are merely attempts to quantify them. But the Demon Warrior is actually a profession that is very easy to quantify.

In martial arts combat, the more they fight, the better they perform. By maintaining their internal energy for an extended period, their bodies become warmer and more adapted to each other's fighting rhythm.

But magic warriors are different. The more a martial artist fights, the more their body follows their instincts. This doesn't mean abandoning skill, but rather integrating skill into instinct. In other words, even basic attacks contain skills. A mage, on the other hand, requires the mage to always remain calm. Otherwise, you won't be able to communicate with the elements you want to connect with.

In other words, the Demon Warrior class is one where the more you fight, the more conflict arises.

Furthermore, battles between Demon Warriors usually begin with a significant advantage. This is because the opponent has never encountered a qualified Demon Warrior before, has absolutely no experience facing them, and cannot imagine the combined power of the two. Therefore, the Demon Warrior can easily achieve a decisive victory at the first encounter, quickly defeating the opponent. However, as time goes on, the opponent adapts to the Demon Warrior's fighting style, and the situation becomes dire.

In other words, magic warriors enjoy extremely high critical hit rate and critical hit damage at the beginning of a battle. However, this buff will disappear over time, and they will also be given a debuff due to conflicts between mages and martial artists.

In other words, this is an assassin-type class that prioritizes quick and decisive battles, and the best way to achieve that is always...

Sneak attack!

Flames and lightning intertwined, and crimson-gold aurora exploded, instantly striking the two in front of them. The attack was terrifying in its power, and being a sneak attack, it was completely beyond the ability of the two, Corpse Dog and Devourer, who were in poor condition, to handle.

After a loud bang, the two men were sent flying more than twenty meters, carving a deep trench in the ground and breaking two trees before regaining their footing.

No one but Darius could achieve this effect.

"cough!"

The Devourer reacted poorly and suffered almost the entire impact. If he hadn't been a half-owl, that blow would have been enough to kill him half to death. Even so, he was still badly hurt; many parts of his body were charred, emitting a strange, meaty smell.

The Corpse Dog, with its rich combat experience, handled the situation slightly better, but its expression was still quite grim.

The opponent's sneak attack managed to inflict such damage on them; I'm afraid...

Faced with a matter of life and death, being ambushed by Darius, having their packs shattered, and their anti-separation bodies scattered all over the ground were no longer a concern for them.

"oh..?"

As the silent moonlight shone down, Darius, tall and imposing with black and white dreadlocks, slowly emerged, the brass knuckles at his waist clanging together with a chilling metallic sound.

He had his hands in his pockets, his expression calm, his gaze sweeping over the anti-destruction body on the ground, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Only... anti-isosome?

This is quite intriguing, but to find out the specifics, we'll have to bring the person back and interrogate them thoroughly.

Darius reached his hand out of his pocket and whispered, "Shining."

boom!

Crimson flames suddenly ignited in his fists, and golden electricity crackled around his body.

Darius remained calm and stepped forward.

Corpse Dog and Devourer exchanged a glance, their hearts devoid of any will to fight.

I was already injured, and after a long journey, I was exhausted. I was ambushed and almost lost half my life. The enemy even has reinforcements... How am I supposed to fight back?

They exchanged a glance and reacted in unison. They grabbed the anti-separation device that they could reach with one hand, then slammed their hands on the ground and tried to run in two different directions!

Darius stood there, expressionless, showing no intention of giving chase.

Bang bang bang!

A sudden burst of gunfire erupted, raining down from the sky like a storm. While Corpse Dog and Devouring Thief weren't particularly skilled in combat for their level of martial artists, their special training as special forces allowed them to react instinctively, their bodies reacting before their brains could process the gunfire. They managed two quick sidesteps, managing to dodge the attacks!

But what's the point of all this?

The corpse dog looked up and felt a chill run down its spine.

It's a machine gun!

The City of Truth has mounted machine guns on its helicopters!

Before, I was too far away to see clearly, but now that I'm closer, I can finally confirm it... This is terrible.

Two armed helicopters, one Darius (the main DPS and the other support), were already outmatched; now they barely had time to fight, let alone escape. Besides, more helicopters were undoubtedly on their way.

Darius remained calm and said, “Surrender. Killing you all here is not the best option, and I don’t want to do that. But if you insist on resisting, I might as well kill one of you first to cut off your hopes.”

Corpse Dog and Devourer exchanged another glance, knowing they had no other choice.

When the two of them were together, the Corpse Dog always made the decisions. He sighed and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed.

Not only him, but Darius's expression also changed drastically.

Two beams of divine light shot out with incredible speed, crashing into the massive and cumbersome helicopter in the blink of an eye.

boom!