Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

“Ms. Shadow,” Commander Piez began, “The United Nations has summoned you all to explore the area. Under this premise, we will do our best to ensure your safety, and we hope that you will be safe. Therefore, please act according to the plan and do not do anything impulsive that would please your enemies or cause pain to your loved ones.”

The shadow nodded silently, saying nothing more.

Piez didn't dwell on the matter further, but turned to look at the last two groups without saying a word.

A researcher coughed, drawing everyone's attention, and said, "The area explored by the Nephalem and Mr. Ten Commandments is the Special Service Department. They found classified documents written in coded language there, and we have already expedited the translation of the more recent part. Now, I will describe to you what is written on it."

The researcher spoke, and what he said was strange. It sounded like a translation, but not quite. It just felt stiff and detached from reality, like someone in a suit lying in bed on a cold winter's day—very incongruous.

This is because of the special nature of coded language; you can't just add your own interpretations like you would with a translation, such as translating Marilyn Monroe as "Cuihua." Therefore, the translated version often lacks a subject, modifiers, and adverbs, giving it an odd feel, but the general meaning is still understandable.

The researcher spoke several times, and one passage in particular caught everyone's attention. He described how an agent codenamed "Silent Black Dog" went to "the dragon's chaotic graveyard," where he "obtained a treasure that made people's hearts flutter," and then returned and handed it over.

This terrible translation makes one doubt their own ears, but the meaning was ultimately conveyed.

But the researcher wasn't finished speaking; there was more to come.

After returning, the agent repeatedly visited different hospitals and reported the matter to the Secret Service.

However, there is no record of his specific circumstances or how the Secret Service dealt with him, but even so... it still matches up.

It was the same agent, the same person... and he did indeed bring something back from Black Dragon.

"Is the situation becoming clear? Honestly, it's such a trivial matter. Just let the apocalypse happen and that'll be the end of it." Ed propped his feet up on the table. Even though there were many important figures in the room, he still looked the same. He seemed to have taken a shower before coming over, and now he was only wearing underwear and a gray bathrobe. Gold hair was stuck tightly to his head, but it still couldn't hide his wild and unruly nature.

As one of the people most familiar with the energy consumption of the apocalypse, it's truly remarkable that he dared to say such things in this tone.

Piez ignored Ed and looked toward Ying Qin Pass, asking, "Have the three of you discovered anything?"

"We'll be spending all our time clearing out monsters," Kui said calmly.

This answer was within Piez's expectations. He nodded, turned to the researchers, and asked, "What have you discovered?"

Lanxiu stood up and reported that the zombie virus was suspected to be the Undying Worm virus—in fact, many people here already knew, such as Piess. Lanxiu's words were naturally meant for those who didn't know. Although it wouldn't be of much use to the top-tier martial artists even if they knew, they had risked all sorts of dangers to collect intelligence, so he couldn't just keep everything from them.

"Previously, for the sake of rigor, we could not be certain that it was the mutated Undead Worm virus, and the difference between the Undead Worm virus and the zombie virus was too great. But now, perhaps we can draw further conclusions."

"above."

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The group remained in the conference room to continue their discussion. The top-tier martial artists, exhausted from a long day and without food, could choose to either continue listening or go back to rest. Ying Qin Guan hesitated, wondering if he should pretend to understand—like a college student who'd spent a semester on their phone trying to understand advanced mathematics as finals approached. But Kui, Ed, and Mu Nan Dong showed no respect and stormed off. Seeing that even a cultured person like Mu Nan Dong had left, Ying Qin Guan figured there was no point in staying...it meant what they were saying wasn't anything useful. So he also left, intending to go get some dinner first.

He got up too late in the morning and didn't eat breakfast. He stayed inside all day and didn't eat lunch either, so he was just waiting for this meal in the evening.

When Ying Qin Guan arrived at the cafeteria, he was surprised to see Yu Xietian and Shen Xin there. After getting his food, he sat down next to the two of them and asked, "Any progress?"

If you were to do a reading comprehension exercise at this point, asking why Ying Qin Guan asked this question, the answer would be that it was just a random opening line.

Shen Xin clearly understood that Ying Qin Guan was just making up an opening line and was completely ignoring her. She quickly focused on eating, thinking that free food was a waste not to be wasted.

Yu Xietian sighed and said, "It seems unlikely... I don't understand anything, but those people studied it for a long time and still couldn't come to any conclusion."

Shenxin then gracefully picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, then raised the small blackboard and began to mock her son...employer.

"You don't know anything about Gil. Even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand."

Yu Xietian was already used to the divine heart, and asked with narrowed eyes, "So what results have you achieved?"

"It's not something that can be accomplished overnight... Unless we have real immortal worms and immortal worm viruses for research, it's really hard to say."

Chapter Thirty-One: One Move

"Long time no see, you surnamed Mu, you're still as unlikable as ever."

Ed, wearing a gray bathrobe, leaned against the wall and called out to Mu Nandong, who was walking by. He was waiting for him there.

He was arrogant, lawless, and contemptuous of everyone, thinking that everyone in the world except himself was an idiot. Then he was dealt a heavy blow by fate, facing a failure that was hard for him to accept and even directly rewrote the course of his life.

The person who brought him this defeat was Mu Nandong.

Unlike Ying Qin Guan, Mu Nan Dong possesses a series of flashy titles such as "Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin," "Unyielding Destroyer of a Fallen Kingdom," "Dragon Slayer," and "God-Sent Savior." When people think of him, the first thing that comes to mind is just four words.

Son of a sinner.

Of course, Ed didn't care about such trivial things. He himself hated those guys who attributed his achievements to being "descendants of the Alchemist Emperor," so he certainly wouldn't become the kind of person he hated.

Mu Nandong's expression was indifferent. "Is there something you need?"

“Heh…” Ed’s lips curled into a slight smile. “Such a cold response. We haven’t seen each other for so long, can’t we even have a chat?”

Mu Nandong said coldly, "I don't remember our relationship being good enough for us to have a talk."

"Haha." Ed laughed, spreading his arms wide and smiling. "In fact, given your social circle, you probably don't have any friends you can really talk to. In that case, what harm is there in talking to me?"

Mu Nandong's expression hardened slightly, and he was about to speak when Ying Qin Guan's voice came from behind him.

Do you two know each other?

He turned his head and saw a well-fed platypus walking towards him. It was he who had spoken earlier, and behind it were the Yorozuya duo, who he couldn't tell if they were father and daughter or mother and son.

"That's rare. I thought your social circle was limited to me, Nocturne, and that dead pigeon that only writes five hundred words a day. What, you know other people too?"

If it were an ordinary person, encountering Ying Qin Pass immediately after saying those words would likely have made them feel somewhat embarrassed or angry, but Ed... is no ordinary person.

He didn't care about these trivial embarrassments at all. Only fools need to learn to read the room. Embarrassment and awkwardness are reserved for those who lack confidence, and all lack of confidence stems from a lack of ability.

"The one who instantly killed Darius..."

Ed had a smile on his face. Ying Qin Guan's appearance caught his attention. He took a step forward, walked past Mu Nan Dong, and walked towards Ying Qin Guan, finally stopping in front of him.

"Oh, what brings you here?"

Ying Qin Guan was quite surprised. He naturally couldn't see the tension between Mu Nan Dong and Ed. He really thought the two were just chatting. He didn't know why this guy who was chatting so well with Mu Nan Dong suddenly came over to him.

"I've heard about you... you one-shotted Darius, that sounds pretty scary. But frankly, that guy just used his class advantage to bully top-tier weaklings..."

Yu Xietian was caught in the area-of-effect attack and inexplicably became a weakling, and was also ridiculed by Shi Yiyong.

Ed, with a confident smile on his face, raised his head slightly and asked, "Were you injured while exploring the palace today?"

This question really came out of nowhere. It doesn't connect with what came before at all, and it's completely baffling. I don't know what he means at all. First, you stepped on Darius's foot, and then you asked me if I was injured while exploring the palace...

Ying Qin Guan didn't understand either, but Ed had really asked the wrong person...

—Don't even mention asking if I was injured while exploring the palace. Even if you asked me if I was injured when I fought against the Jue Tian Army back then, Ying Qin Guan would dare to answer with two words without hesitation.

No!

So, that's how he's answering now.

"No...what's wrong?"

Ed's lips curled upwards.

"What do you want to do!" Mu Nandong's cold voice came from behind Ed, making Ying Qin Guan's sluggish brain realize that the relationship between the two might be different from what he had imagined, and this conclusion quickly came in handy.

Ed made his move!

He suddenly kicked Ying Qin Guan's head from bottom to top and from right to left!

How dare he lay a hand on me?!

Where am I?!

This is a temporary military base set up by the United Nations.

What time is it now?

Now, a zombie virus outbreak has nearly wiped out Bird City, and the mastermind behind it all remains unknown. Humanity is facing an unprecedented challenge since the Black Dragon.

At this time, in this place, how dare someone suddenly take such a lawless action?

When Atos was unaware of Ying Qin Guan's identity, even after being mocked like that, he didn't suddenly attack; he simply asked to have a verbal duel with Ying Qin Guan. Moreover, there was no one around at that time, so there was no need to worry about what might happen next. But Ed, at this time and in this place, attacked without reason or warning.

How incredible, how unbelievable, it's practically magical. But it happened, and there was no choice but to accept it.

At this moment, Ying Qin Guan finally understood the meaning of the other party's question... though he couldn't say he fully understood. But he had a vague feeling that the other party didn't want to intervene when injured, or perhaps didn't want the other party to have an excuse after losing.

But actually, it doesn't matter, because the premise is invalid.

Ying Qin Pass...will not lose.

He took a small step back, narrowly avoiding Ed's attack.

Ed missed his attack but was not discouraged. Just as he was about to continue his attack, the sky suddenly darkened. Ying Qin Guan drew a sword from the void and slashed at him with incredible speed!

This turn of events happened so suddenly that, in a battle measured in milliseconds, Ed had no time to think it through. He could only follow his body's instincts, forcibly withdrawing his strength to avoid the sword strike.

A top-tier school is still a top-tier school.

When Himura first encountered Ying Qin Guan's attack, she managed to block the non-existent sword strike. Although Ed's performance was not as good as Himura's, if the sword strike were real, his reaction would still be textbook-level. He actually managed to dodge this sudden and unexpected sword strike.

But this... is meaningless.

Because this sword strike simply doesn't exist.

So, what exists?

Before Ed could even ponder why the world had suddenly darkened, why Ying Qin Guan could draw that sword from the void, or whether he was an ancestral alien race, the world suddenly returned to clarity... and along with that clarity came a punch.

As the most perfect hexagonal warrior in history, possessing the number one "first encounter kill" attribute, even a peerless master like Himura Danzai, who could suppress or even crush the old sword saint, was beaten helpless in actual combat. After being hit by two consciousness slashes and a slap, he was completely stunned and turned to run away. Let alone Ed.

The punch was unavoidable and unblockable, striking Ed head-on. The immense force sent Ed flying, rolling more than ten meters away before crashing heavily into a nearby house, embedding him in the wall.

It's still the same old trick.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Ji Li is fully equipped!

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

After the Black Dragon Empire disappeared, the world ushered in an era of entertainment. In such an era, there was almost no such thing as talent going unrecognized. Although Ying Qin Guan was not well-known before, after the battle of the City of Truth, he could not help but become famous.

Although there are all sorts of conspiracy theorists out there, spouting clown-like statements like "It's just a fixed match, those who know, know; those who don't, there's no point in saying anything," the truth is that anyone with eyes can see it clearly. This match was almost certainly not fixed. The reason for adding "almost" is entirely because the existence of something like the Primordial Alien Race makes everything in the world infinitely unpredictable, so for the sake of rigor, we add "almost."

Would a top-tier fighter throw a match?

It's possible.

There aren't many top-tier fighters in this era, but if you count them all, there are probably around three hundred, maybe a few who don't fare well. It's not surprising that some of them would throw matches for various reasons.

But what about the truly top-tier?

An SSR is only produced once in 600 million people, and there are probably only a dozen or twenty of them in the whole world. Why would someone use it as a stepping stone for others?