Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The man didn't look up at Zhong Yu; he leaned against the wall, motionless.

From inside, separated by just one wall, came suppressed, heartbreaking sobs.

However, the man simply remained standing.

There are many things in this world that cannot be solved with fists.

-

Zhong Yu fled quickly.

"Leaving the Seven Luminaries..."

He had no choice but to leave Qiyao. Qiyao's airport operates 24 hours a day, and he didn't know when the next flight would depart. He could also choose to take the high-speed rail, but the high-speed rail could take him to far fewer places, and he was more likely to be caught on land.

"How could I have been discovered..."

He was anxious and ran quickly, but perhaps because the previous standoff had exhausted him, he had to stop at the entrance of an alley to catch his breath after running a few steps.

"What can I do after leaving the Seven Luminaries?"

Before the uncertainty of the future could engulf him, a hand reached out from the shadows of the alley, and the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against Zhong Yu's temple.

Zhong Yu remained motionless.

Two plainclothes officers quickly approached and handcuffed him.

In the shadows, Nineteen Xiu holstered his pistol and said coldly:

"You should listen to her."

Chapter Seventy-Seven: I Don't Care

Ju Qiuming had nowhere left to escape.

A two-on-one chase is not the same as a one-on-one chase. When the strength is roughly equal, a two-on-one chase means that the "ranged attack" tactic is effective. In a one-on-one chase, the opponent is still within your attack range when you are charging up, but they are no longer within your effective attack range once you finish charging. However, in a two-on-one chase, one person harasses while the other attacks. Unless you are extremely fast in a straight line, no other tactic is effective.

Therefore, Ju Qiuming did not escape.

Fu Feihan was walking towards him... The gray-haired man was silently cutting off his escape route.

".."

He genuinely didn't know that Fu Feihan could remain so lucid after getting drunk. He had assumed that Fu Feihan always drank until he blacked out. Now that he mentions it...

Amidst the howling wind, Ju Qiuming looked up and recalled that night when he carried the drunk Fu Feihan back to his residence. At that time, he had asked that question... He thought Fu Feihan was too drunk to care and would surely forget it later. And indeed, as he predicted, Fu Feihan never brought up that question again.

But he actually remembers everything...

So, on that day in the City of Truth, when he closed his eyes, what was he thinking? Could it be that he already knew his identity all along?

This problem... probably can't even be considered a problem nowadays.

"What am I thinking..."

Such a thought popped into his mind.

What kind of situation is this? Why are you still thinking about things that are actually irrelevant? Whether he realizes it or not, is this the time to be thinking about these things?

Shouldn't we be thinking about how to escape from here and reunite with Ji Fenming?

Why am I still bothered by these inexplicable things?

"It sounds like you know something," the gray-haired man said calmly. "Hopefully, Fu will cooperate with the country's work when the time comes."

“No problem.” Fu Feihan walked over slowly.

Ju Qiuming still hadn't assumed a fighting stance. At this point, he and Fu Feihan were less than seven meters apart. For a martial artist of Zhong Hongyu's caliber, this might still be a safe distance. But for a first-rate martial artist, this was already considered a dangerous distance. Not assuming a fighting stance in this position made him an easy target for a surprise attack.

What was your answer?

Ju Qiuming spoke softly.

"Isn't my answer clear enough now?"

Fu Feihan walked over, sword in hand, and sighed softly, "Actually, I was willing to play dumb forever. If you could keep your secret, I wouldn't do anything. Even though I've already guessed it, even today, knowing you've been exposed, I still wouldn't want to make a move against you... But for some reason, you still came here. So, what choice do you think I have?"

Yes... what other choice does Fu Feihan have?

The conflict between humans and other races is a struggle for survival, concerning the continuation of the race and the inheritance of freedom. No one wants to become a slave to the ancestral alien race. This cannot be explained by "what the ancestral alien race wants to do." Even if an ancestral alien race clearly states that it has no interest in ruling the world or ruling humanity, humans cannot become aliens of that race. Only life and freedom cannot be given to others.

In this situation, Fu Feihan encountered an alien race... This isn't a question of whether or not to intervene. Martial artists encountering alien races must intervene if their strength is sufficient; this is the law of the Seven Luminaries. As humans, as strong individuals, they cannot stand idly by. This is different from places like the Hunlun Province.

Ju Qiuming fell silent.

Therefore, Fu Feihan's answer was naturally...

"Honestly, all things considered, I've already let you off the hook twice..."

His inner energy surged, as if he was planning a surprise attack.

"And you actually think I'll let you off a third time..."

boom!

Like an arrow shot from a bow, Fu Feihan, wielding his sword, launched a sudden attack with incredible speed, lunging at Ju Qiuming!

But he wasn't the only one who moved; Ju Qiuming and the gray-haired man also moved!

Ju Qiuming took a step forward and walked towards Fu Feihan. The gray-haired man, whose body had been tense, also chose to attack when he saw Fu Feihan make a move, rushing towards Ju Qiuming!

Fu Feihan lunged forward suddenly, and Ju Qiuming's pupils dilated as he tried to catch Fu Feihan's gaze, but he failed.

Because Fu Feihan from beginning to end...

Nobody was looking at him!

When two martial artists are fighting, how can one of them not be watching the other?

unless..

bump!

Fu Feihan swiftly passed Ju Qiuming, and with a backhand slash, he struck the gray-haired man who was charging at him. The gray-haired man's arms jerked, and his outer clothes ripped open, revealing the iron wire fists on his arms.

He blocked Fu Feihan's attack with his Iron Wire Fist and roared, "You really are something—!"

This is the last time!

The gray-haired man's voice was loud. He wasn't a greenhorn; he had anticipated this and had been on guard against Fu Feihan. However, when the other party actually made this choice, he was still shocked and furious, and immediately roared out. His voice wasn't quiet, but Fu Feihan's voice... was even louder than his.

Fu Feihan said this was the last time.

He didn't turn around. The sword in his hand struck the gray-haired man's iron-wire fist. The two struggled fiercely, producing a chilling sound of metal clashing against metal.

Ju Qiuming turned around and stared blankly at the scene.

Fu Feihan's eyes flashed with a cold light as he stared intently at the gray-haired man.

"Go now, Qiu Ming. This is the last time I'll help you. I hope you can find the life you want."

Ju Qiuming pursed his lips, turned and left.

He hesitated at first, taking a step and glancing back at Fu Feihan. But then his pace quickened until he was practically sprinting.

Hidden beneath the howling wind, no one could see those scarlet pupils.

The gray-haired man knew he could no longer catch up with Ju Qiuming. He said in a low voice, "Do you know what you've done?"

“Of course,” Fu Feihan said softly, “I’ve always been very clear about this.”

In all places except the Chaotic Province, helping other races is illegal—in fact, it's illegal even in the Chaotic Province, but there are no law enforcement officers there, so nobody cares.

"Outrageous!" the gray-haired man roared. "Your bright future is going to be ruined like this!"

Fu Feihan said softly, "I don't care."

"Then what do you care about?"

".."

Fu Feihan did not answer.

He didn't need to say anything, because he had already made it clear what he cared about.

Chapter Seventy-Eight Never Again

The cold wind howled.

Fu Feihan was still locked in combat with the gray-haired man, their swords clashing against each other's iron-wire fists. But swords are inherently unsuitable for close combat, and Fu Feihan was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of raw strength.

"Many people do all sorts of things on a whim. But they don't have the courage or awareness to bear the consequences. I call those people 'giant babies'."

The gray-haired man remained expressionless, gradually exerting force to press Fu Feihan down.

"You're clearly an adult with full civil capacity. But you still act like a child, doing whatever comes to mind, and then crying and saying things like 'I acted impulsively' or 'I didn't mean to do that.' Listen to this: in the adult world, there are no chances to go back on your word. Your parents won't just appear out of nowhere and say 'you're still a child' to brush it off so easily!"

"Fu Feihan...you're already prepared to spend your whole life in prison, aren't you?!"

Martial arts practitioners commit crimes, which are considered aggravated offenses, and given the sensitive issue of interraciality, spending a lifetime in prison is highly unlikely for someone of Fu Feihan's talent. It's not impossible, but saying it now might carry a frightening connotation.

Fu Feihan was already struggling to breathe under the immense pressure, but he managed a smile and said with difficulty, "Teacher, what do you think... why did I say earlier that this was the last time?"

".."

Why did Fu Feihan say that this was the last time?

Without needing to think, the gray-haired man figured out the key point.

"you.."

Why is it the 'last time'?

Very simple.

Because he had already decided to spend his life in prison, that was the last time.

He didn't need anyone else to confirm his resolve. Although it was a choice made out of passion, it was a choice that belonged to Fu Feihan and he would never regret.

The gray-haired man was speechless.

"I hope that in the countless days and nights to come, you won't regret this!"

As the gray-haired man's voice faded, he suddenly exerted his strength, deflecting Fu Feihan's sword and leaving Fu Feihan wide open.