Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Ju Qiuming did not attack the gray-haired man. Instead, he slammed into the wooden door behind him. He channeled his inner energy, strengthening his body. With a loud crash, Ju Qiuming smashed the wooden door and entered the room. He took a few steps, grabbed the top of the window, kicked the glass, and jumped out of the hotel!

"Humph!"

The gray-haired man hadn't expected Ju Qiuming to choose to run away. But he was on high alert and reacted very quickly. He chased after him in a few steps, grabbed the top of the window, and was about to go out when his body had only gone halfway outside. Then, alarm bells rang in his mind, and he slapped the wall next to the window with his backhand, using the recoil to pull himself back.

The next moment, a loud bang resounded. Using the powerful force of his fingers, he clung to the wall like Spider-Man. The attack came fiercely but missed its mark. Fortunately, the gray-haired man managed to pull away in time; otherwise, if the blow had landed squarely, he would have been unable to pursue.

"How ruthless!"

The gray-haired man was secretly alarmed. Ju Qiuming had clearly been prepared all along. Such decisiveness and ruthlessness, if it was just a reaction on the spot, was simply too terrifying.

He threw a backhand punch, his inner energy bursting forth, divine light exploding, shattering the wall where Ju Qiuming had been standing, which he had only caught a fleeting glimpse of earlier.

boom!

In front of a top-notch martial artist, the concrete wall was like paper, easily shattered by the divine light, revealing the scene behind the wall... Ju Qiuming had already run more than ten meters away!

"!"

The gray-haired man slammed his hand on the ground, and then the recoil quickly dissipated. He skillfully rolled on the ground to dissipate the force. In the middle of the roll, his internal energy had already flowed through his body, making him feel like a car that had shifted into fifth gear and stepped on the gas!

During his sprint, Ju Qiuming remained calm and even had the mind to turn around and glance at the gray-haired man's position.

【“..”】

He quickly assessed that his opponent was stronger than him and sprinting at a speed approximately one meter per second faster. At this rate, he would be within the opponent's attack range in ten seconds, and the opponent would catch him in twenty seconds!

Ju Qiuming remained calm, turned around, and rushed towards a shop that was closed for the night. He smashed through the roller shutter and stormed inside. The gray-haired man followed fearlessly. Just as he stepped inside, another loud crash was heard. Ju Qiuming had smashed through another wall and rushed out, and the gray-haired man immediately followed.

However, the moment he rushed through the gap, he inwardly cried out in alarm.

"He's releasing the pressure..."

Yes, Ju Qiuming is easing his burden.

Once a martial artist uses their inner energy to run at full speed, even they themselves will find it difficult to stop for a while. Ju Qiuming had just smashed through a roller shutter and a wall, dissipating the force twice. After passing through the wall, he changed direction and ran into a maze of alleyways. The gray-haired man, however, had been running at full speed and had also subconsciously taken the gap that Ju Qiuming had created. He couldn't stop for a while, and now that he was forcibly dissipating the force, it took him a little longer. When he turned around, he saw Ju Qiuming turn around again and run into the alley.

"Did you realize you can't outrun me in a straight line...?"

【"snort!"】

The gray-haired man showed no sign of giving up; he rushed forward in a few strides, attempting to give chase again.

Ju Qiuming's plan is sound, but his chances of escaping are at most 50%... It's not time to give up yet!

The two engaged in a chase through the alley. Even on the curves, the gray-haired man had a certain advantage. It's not a game where you can be fast on straightaways and slow on curves, or fast on curves and slow on straightaways. In reality, there are no designers to balance things out for you.

But in the alley... Ju Qiuming, as the one being chased, has too many tricks up his sleeve. He has all the initiative in his hands. He can run into a wall at any time. When he doesn't slow down and rushes towards a wall, you never know whether he's going to crash into it or take a few quick steps to climb over the wall and change positions.

However, the gray-haired man was a few years older, more experienced, and stronger. Although Ju Qiuming held all the initiative, he still gradually closed the distance.

"You can't run!"

By consuming more of his inner energy, the gray-haired man gradually caught up.

Ju Qiuming gritted his teeth inwardly; he didn't want to fight unless the situation truly escalated to the point where a fight was unavoidable.

There was another bend ahead. Ju Qiuming slammed on the brakes, spun around, and plunged into the bend.

He was fastest when he sprinted forward, then after running three meters, five meters, seven meters, ten meters... his speed gradually slowed down until he finally stopped completely.

"You think you can get away?!"

The gray-haired man's voice came from behind. He had already passed the bend, but found that Ju Qiuming had stopped for some reason.

His martial arts instincts told him not to act immediately; when faced with an extraordinary situation, one must not be hasty.

The gray-haired man glanced at it and quickly understood why.

The two had already run out of the alley and were facing a T-junction. A strong wind was howling, and under the dim streetlights, a man stood.

The man leaned against a lamppost, his hands tucked into the sleeve of his other hand, seemingly because of the cold. He held a sword to his chest, and a few frosts clung to his body, suggesting he had been there for a long time.

He turned around and saw Ju Qiuming, and also the gray-haired man, and couldn't help but give a bitter smile.

He withdrew his hand and gripped the hilt of the sword, muttering softly, "Perhaps this is fate..."

"Actually, it's not like I know nothing at all, Qiu Ming. I have a peculiar habit: when I'm drunk, I remember everything people tell me... That day you asked me. To be honest, I didn't know how to answer, and I still don't today. That piece of paper... obviously couldn't be that one, because that hotel was state-owned..."

He slowly, very slowly, drew his sword. The blade reflected a cold light, a light that was sharp and unstoppable in his pupils.

"So I left that hotel tonight... because I don't want to help the teacher deal with you, nor do I want to help you deal with the teacher. I don't want to do anything. Perhaps I want to escape these things... but even after coming all this way, I still ran into you."

Fu Feihan drew his sword completely, and with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the scabbard away.

"That's why I say, perhaps this is fate..."

He strode forward, sword in hand, towards Ju Qiuming amidst the howling wind, his eyes sharp, a hint of cold glint in them.

"Qiu Ming, now I'm going to give you my answer from that day."

Chapter Seventy-Six You Should Listen to Her

Moonlight spilled into the quiet courtyard, where a red-haired woman, one hand gripping the hilt of a sword, was facing off against her father.

"Father, you are no match for me."

She wasn't threatening, intimidating, or trying to show off; she was simply stating a fact.

Some fights can only be understood after they've been fought, like the battle between Jiu Yi, Yu Xie Tian, ​​and a martial arts teacher against Nephalem. Other fights, however, have their outcomes predetermined before they even begin, such as the one-on-one duel between Jiu Yi and Nephalem.

Zhong Yu is no match for Zhong Hongyu.

The Zhong family had a long tradition of martial arts, but by Zhong Yu's generation, it had completely declined. He basically only learned the form. Later, when he was in his forties and had achieved success in his career, he spent a little time practicing martial arts. But his skill level was probably not even up to par, how could it compare to the aliens from the Imperial Academy?

Zhong Yu's expression softened.

When he was speaking just now, he seemed eager to pour out all his grievances. But after hearing Zhong Hongyu's reply, he became inexplicably calm.

Very good... Yes, very good. He has raised his daughter into the person he wanted her to be. Should this be called reaping what he sowed? He was unwilling to call Zhong Hongyu a "bad result."

She's fine; it's me who's not.

only..

"I really don't want it to end like this."

Zhong Yu slowly raised his head and gazed at the bright moon in the sky. He didn't want to look at the moon, but rather he didn't want to look at Zhong Hongyu.

He wasn't ignorant of the law; he already knew the consequences of doing so before he made the decision.

There is an interesting provision in the laws of the Seven Luminaries Empire: the criminal code stipulates that certain crimes committed by martial artists and mages are punished more severely.

What is meant by "additional punishment"? It means that a sentence of less than three years becomes three to seven years, three to seven years becomes seven to fifteen years, and seven to fifteen years becomes life imprisonment. However, life imprisonment does not become the death penalty.

Only those who deserve to die will die; those who don't deserve to die won't die just because they are martial artists.

Why is there such a rule?

It's very simple... because when martial artists or magicians commit crimes, the consequences are far more unbearable for the nation. Take what Zhong Yu is doing now, for example. An ordinary drug lord facing the Empire's anti-narcotics department, even if he somehow gets his hands on a gun and is incredibly ruthless, at best, that's about it. But... what about martial artists?

Even without top-tier Nephalem or first-tier Imperial Academy teachers, a weak second-tier like Zhong Hongyu would still inflict a devastating blow on the Empire. They could wipe out a normal anti-drug team even when ambushed—after all, the city wasn't a direct battlefield; it was full of cover and hostages.

This kind of "double punishment" law serves as a deterrent, hoping that martial artists and magicians will think twice before acting, much like how a person with a criminal record is barred from having relatives within three generations as civil servants. The difference is that one is about considering your descendants, and the other is about considering yourself.

The law that aggravates crimes mainly includes five categories: 'murder', 'smuggling', 'drugs', 'human trafficking', and 'interracial crimes', which Zhong Yu naturally understood.

He was a third-rate martial artist, but he was indeed a martial artist, a martial artist registered with the empire. Only martial artists registered with the empire could legally learn, teach, and use martial arts techniques.

“If I go there because of this... I’ll spend the rest of my life there, Hongyu, and that’s something I can’t accept.”

In fact, the vast majority of criminals are not aware of the consequences... but if they were, it would be even more terrifying, like Mu Nandong, who knew what the consequences of his actions would be, yet still did them.

"If the times do not grant justice, then we shall take it ourselves."

Of course, Zhong Yu's actions cannot be compared to Mu Nandong's.

Zhong Hongyu remained silent.

Zhong Yu raised the dagger and said softly, "Hongyu, you seem to have misunderstood something. Do you think I picked up this dagger to deal with you?"

He slowly raised the dagger.

Zhong Hongyu's pupils contracted little by little.

"I still have some self-awareness..." He said calmly, pointing the dagger at his throat. "I can't beat you, and even if I could, I wouldn't do this. If I have any bargaining chips, it's just this."

Yes, he pointed the knife at himself.

This type of behavior typically occurs among psychologically immature individuals, who hurt their loved ones by harming themselves. Generally, this only works on those who love you; it's foolish, causing pain to loved ones and joy to enemies. But sometimes... this love can also be used as a bargaining chip.

Zhong Yu applied slight force, and the dagger cut through the skin, drops of blood dripping down the blade.

"Zhong Hongyu...step down." Zhong Yu's eyes flashed with a cold light, his voice low and deep.

Zhong Hongyu's mind... had gone completely blank.

"Get out!"

"wait.."

"Are you trying to force me to my death?!"

"etc.."

"Are those trivial acts of justice more important than my father's life?!"

"Let me..."

"Who do you think I did all this for?!"

"Zhong Hongyu! Step back!"

Zhong Hongyu suddenly couldn't say anything.

She seemed to have all her strength drained away, slowly lowering the sword she was holding, her eyes dimming.

Zhong Yu looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

"Yes, that's it. Go back to sleep... I'll leave Qiyao. I won't do this anymore. I've realized the mistakes this industry made. I'll find another way out. Hongyu, don't think too much. Go back to sleep... Just say I went on a business trip. Your mother will believe you; she trusts her family a lot. So, don't hurt her anymore, okay? That's why you chose to send her away, isn't it..."

Zhong Yu retreated step by step until he reached the doorway. He kept staring intently at Zhong Hongyu. The sharp dagger cut through her skin, and blood slid down the blade, dripping onto the ground, becoming the only sound in the silent night.

Finally, Zhong Yu flung open the door and fled as fast as he could.

He fled in such a panic that he didn't even notice that in the shadows beneath the courtyard wall, a man stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall.