Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"Mr. Mu, aren't you going back to sleep?"

In the stillness of the night, even the alchemists who had long been blessed with the 996 work schedule could not resist the invasion of sleep and all fell asleep, but two people stayed until the very end.

These two people are Mu Nandong and Lan Xiu.

Lan Xiu couldn't help but exclaim, "Mr. Mu is truly remarkable... His ability to work so late and achieve what he has today is certainly no accident."

This is a case of mutual flattery in business, much like the saying "The only heroes in the world are you and Cao Cao," which involves praising both of them.

However, Mu Nandong was unmoved. Without turning his head, he said, "I have always maintained good work and rest habits. Working late will only make my overall efficiency lower and lower. It's just that today's situation is special, and I can't let go of this virus."

Lan Xiu was a ruthless man; even after being humiliated on the spot, he didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he nodded in agreement and changed the subject without changing his expression, saying, "This level of mutation is indeed outrageous... It's hard to imagine what kind of research the Black Dragon Empire has conducted on the Undying Worm."

In fact, despite being prepared, the conclusion was still hard for everyone to accept.

What is an immortal worm?

It is a creature that has absolutely no, note, "any" reproductive ability.

The number of immortal worms was predetermined from the beginning, and their origin has always been a mystery. Perhaps when the goddess created the world, there were a total of one hundred immortal worms. Then slowly, ninety, eighty, seventy... the number gradually decreased, but it will never increase.

Because immortal insects can only prolong their own lives, generation after generation, they have no ability to reproduce, which means that their numbers will only decrease, not increase.

If it weren't for the undead worm's terrifying will to survive and its special effects, this creature would probably have been buried by the dust of history long ago.

But this creature, which had no reproductive ability, suddenly transformed into a monster with such explosive spread that it could devour a city of 15,000 square kilometers in just a few days.

It's like a woman who is congenitally infertile suddenly giving birth to 108 babies all at once.

That's absolutely outrageous.

Mu Nandong focused his gaze on the microscope.

He expressed deep skepticism about this.

The Black Dragon Empire's technology is strong, but not all-encompassing; their alchemy is somewhat misguided. While biological mutation is indeed within the Black Dragon Empire's main research area, transforming humans into alien races is not as difficult as directly modifying existing alien races, and your modifications are rather outrageous.

"Do you really think it's the technology of the Black Dragon Empire? Do they really have this level of technology?" Mu Nandong asked in a low voice. Even he felt powerless when facing the special alien race and the ancestral alien race.

Lan Xiu pushed up his glasses and said, "There is indeed another possibility, but you and I both know that it is impossible to verify... Moreover, this possibility is actually more absurd."

He, Mu Nandong, and even Shen Xin, along with a large number of researchers, all realized that there was another possibility. But no one said that thinking of this didn't require much expertise; if they could think of it, others certainly could too. But since those people didn't speak up, there was no need for them to.

"Nonsense?" Mu Nandong retorted. "That stuff, with the wisdom of so many people, who dares to say they've fully grasped it?"

".."

Lan Xiu fell silent, because he couldn't think of any other way to respond to Mu Nandong.

In the end, he could only say quietly, "We are simply powerless to prove it."

Yes... there's absolutely nothing we can do.

Mu Nandong withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

Because they were powerless to seek the truth, they simply let things slide.

This is the consensus: no one will waste their energy on something that is destined to have no answer. Just like there are so many atheists in the world, but no one has ever tried to prove that the goddess does not exist. Proving existence rather than non-existence is normal and has always been the case.

【"Always.."】

Mu Nandong remained silent and looked up.

He thought of himself.

Once he dies, there will be a "forever" that will become "eternity".

-

"hateful.."

In the dead of night, Ying Qin Guan, who hadn't played cards for over a day, lay in bed reviewing his game. He was so angry about his brain hemorrhage-induced mistakes that he couldn't sleep. After tossing and turning, he finally decided to go out for a walk to forget those unpleasant and foolish things.

Having an excellent memory can sometimes be a tragedy; you can always recall every detail of a stupid mistake you made a long time ago. Then you feel so embarrassed that you wish you could travel back in time and beat yourself to death.

"call.."

While strolling around Qin Pass, Ying Qin heard some sounds in the distance, faint sounds of internal energy coming from afar. Curious, he went closer... It was Nefertari.

He stood in an open space, practicing his own style... the "Universal Style," Tongliu.

It was already late at night... no, it was past midnight. Except for the soldiers who couldn't leave their posts due to work, most people were already asleep. But Nephalem... he had already achieved so much at such an age, yet he still hadn't given up.

For Jiu Yi, relearning martial arts and picking up his skills again was to fulfill his life's dream and ultimate pursuit. For Nephalem, however, all of this had long become a daily routine. He had never stopped striving and had never even thought about such a thing.

A martial artist's life is a life of struggle, and the Nephalem are no exception; they are constantly fighting.

Ying Qin Guan was about to go out and say hello, but he stopped halfway through his step.

At the same time, the Nephalem inside the arena stopped what they were doing and looked into the shadows on one side.

"Come out... I see you."

Ying Qin Guan stood in the shadows, his heart unmoved, and even tidied his hair by the moonlight.

He didn't respond, but someone else did respond to the Nephalem; one person emerged from the shadows being watched by the Nephalem.

With blond hair, a leisurely gait, and a slight backward lean, he wore pajamas and swaggered around as if someone owed him a billion dollars.

It was Ed.

“You didn’t see me.” Ed held up a finger and laughed, “But you definitely felt my presence, so I don’t think there’s any need to hide like this.”

Nephalem chuckled and said, "Your stubbornness reminds me of someone."

"Oh?" Ed asked, "Who?"

Nephalem was about to answer Ying Qin Guan, but a chill inexplicably rose in his heart, causing him to swallow back what he was about to say. He looked around suspiciously a few times, and finally chose to change the subject.

“You don’t seem like the type to stalk,” Nephalem said. “Why are you here?”

“The night is long and I can’t sleep. I heard some noises here, so I came to check it out.” Ed said, slowly getting into a fighting stance, and casually smiled, “You won’t refuse, will you?”

"I sense you've lost some confidence after being beaten up." Nephalem struck a pose and smiled. "But coming to me to find confidence is really not a good choice."

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Historical Mission

Normally, martial artists would announce their fighting styles before engaging in combat. But Eddard didn't seem to have that intention, and the Nephalem naturally wouldn't want to make a fool of themselves.

Wow!

Ed rushed forward in a few steps, and when he got close to the Nephalem, he suddenly turned around, twisted his waist, and used the force to launch a spinning kick.

Few people fight like him. When a martial artist is still an ordinary person, using the power of the waist can indeed deal more damage. However, the higher the level of the martial artist, the more excessive their output becomes. When two martial artists clash, 95% of the attacks are actually blocked or dodged. The remaining 0.5% may not all be effective attacks; they might be blocked by internal energy. But if even one move lands solidly... then actually, no matter how much force you exert, the battle is almost over.

Therefore, in fights between martial artists, folk fighting techniques are basically useless. This is because most fighting techniques are designed to enhance one's own offensive power. However, martial artists already have an abundance of offensive power; what they need is always accuracy.

In other words, these folk fighting techniques, which are simply designed to increase offensive power, are actually... superfluous movements.

boom!

Nephalem raised his arm and took the brunt of Ed's kick, sending him flying more than ten meters away, his feet leaving a deep groove in the ground. It took him more than a second to regain his footing. At that moment, Ed closed in, his violent inner energy surging, and threw a punch.

Nephalem bit his tongue slightly, opened his mouth and spat out a beam of divine light, hoping to force Ed back. However, the opponent did not back down, smashing the divine light with a backhand punch, then using the momentum from his kick to flip over and deliver another kick!

This playing style is very aggressive.

Eddard only began practicing martial arts at the age of twenty. Arrogant by nature, he looked down on everyone and naturally didn't study any other schools of martial arts. Aside from reading some books on cultivation methods, he relied entirely on his own self-taught approach. Although he was a prodigy and eventually achieved some success, compared to orthodox martial artists like the Nephalem, his method was undoubtedly too unorthodox.

"They really need some discipline!"

This time, the Nephalem did not choose to block head-on, but instead took a step back and temporarily avoided the sharp edge. His words were both a martial artist's wartime rhetoric and his true thoughts. Eddard's wildness was not only reflected in his fighting style.

"Do you think you're so great?!" Ed sneered and stepped forward again. The two engaged in a fierce battle, exchanging blows back and forth.

Nephalem was initially suppressed for a moment. He had encountered opponents with such unpredictable moves before, but he had never seen a top-tier fighter fight like this. He was a little unaccustomed to it, but only for a short while. He didn't need to get too used to his opponent's fighting style. A novice can defeat a master with a flurry of punches not because the flurry of punches is powerful, but because youth has the advantage. A flurry of punches is never anything to be afraid of.

After getting used to Ed's attack style, he began to counterattack, and after about ten moves, Ed gradually lost ground.

Ying Qin Guan watched from the side.

When Nephalem was a special agent, his moves were extremely ruthless; he would kill or incapacitate his opponents. Although it sounds terrifying, he had many shortcomings. After returning home and living a peaceful life for two years, his internal energy and moves became more balanced and moderate. His martial arts skills showed signs of great achievement, and his resilience also increased significantly.

"I'm not fighting anymore!"

After falling into a disadvantageous position, Eddard decisively stopped, much like how he used Pantheon to pressure Kassadin for thirty minutes before surrendering when his opponent reached level sixteen.

Nephalem rarely gets carried away in fights; neither of his previous professions allowed him to, especially when he was winning. So, without hesitation, he stopped fighting and said with a smile, "Thank you for the favor."

“Tsk…” Ed didn’t argue. Although he was self-taught, he had exceptional insight and knew that if the fight continued, he would be slightly defeated within fifty moves and his life would be in danger after a hundred moves.

However, he has only practiced martial arts for less than ten years and is still figuring things out on his own. It's perfectly normal that he can't beat someone like the Nephalem who has practiced martial arts for twenty years.

Not every martial artist can become the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin.

"I'll say you're half a move ahead of me." Ed raised his head slightly and said, "If you have time, please pass on a message for me."

"Pass on a message...?"

Nephalem didn't react for a moment, which is understandable. They had just finished fighting and hadn't even exchanged a few pleasantries when Nephalem suddenly dropped a bombshell without any build-up.

But Ed was always the kind of person who talked to himself, so he said, "That's right...aren't you and Mu Nandong both from the Seven Luminaries? Pass on a few words to him for me."

Nephalem didn't quite understand and said, "I don't think it's a nice thing to say... Can't you just say it yourself?"

Only after he said it did he realize that not long ago, Ed had stopped Mu Nandong, seemingly wanting to say something, when Ying Qin Guan suddenly appeared and killed Ed. So... perhaps Ed stopped Mu Nandong to say those things, but was interrupted by Ying Qin Guan?

With that thought, Nephalem changed his mind and said, "Never mind... let's hear what he has to say first. What do you want me to say to him?"

Ed curled the corners of his mouth slightly, his smile carrying a deeper meaning.

“Tell him about the incident involving Mu Huai-ren more than 20 years ago, when traces resembling those of a clown were found around the area. He will understand... no, I should say, he will think about a lot of things because of it.”

Horrifying event!

Ying Qin Guan, who was listening from the side, raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not expect that after so long, he would still be able to hear the inside story of the terrifying incident here.

clown..

The Nephalem narrowed his eyes and repeated a phrase from Ed.

"Traces that resemble the Joker?"

“Not bad.” Ed chuckled casually, “I recently stumbled upon some historical traces, and I think it would be quite interesting if he knew about them. That guy has always cared about this, hasn’t he? As far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t matter at all. It’s such a waste to be obsessed with that dispensable bloodline connection and try to find something.”

Nephalem paused for a moment, then said, "To be honest, I'm a little surprised."