Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

He was unaware that what he was performing was the final sacrifice. But whether he knew or not made no difference; he had already mentally prepared himself, including the fact that nothing would happen after the sacrifice, including the sudden intrusion of Himura Tanzaku. Of course, he also accepted that this sacrifice was the last, and that the Earth Mother Goddess was about to be resurrected.

Of course, he was only mentally prepared. This is the life motto of underground boxing, something he had to understand after experiencing that incident. When something happens, you can only accept it.

His movements were steady and quick; the ritual soon reached its final step: killing the sacrifice.

Of course, the sacrifice was already dead; Black Fist was afraid the other party would cause trouble, so he killed him from the beginning. But does this mean the sacrifice cannot be completed? Of course not, because this killing refers to the "ritual" killing.

This statement is a bit ridiculous, but ritual killing and actual killing are indeed different.

Black Fist took out a knife and stabbed it from the lower corner, gouging out the opponent's heart. He then used his inner energy to support the heart, preventing it from touching his hand, and let it fall to the very center of the Earth Mother Goddess totem.

The heart fell to the ground, did not bounce back, but shrank rapidly, losing all its color in the blink of an eye.

The totem on the ground seemed to have absorbed something, and its colors became a little more vibrant, but that was all.

"Looks like this isn't the last time..."

Black Fist waited for a moment, and seeing no movement, immediately planned to leave. There was already a bloody smell here, and staying any longer would only lead to trouble.

But just as he was about to leave...

hum-

A strange sound rang out, and a bewitching red light bloomed, instantly turning half the sky red.

Black Fist suddenly turned around, his pupils contracting rapidly.

Is this the last sacrificial ceremony?!

He didn't know exactly how many times it had happened, but now it seemed like this was the last time!

The totem emitted a faint light, from which blood gurgled and oozed out. The blood seemed to be alive, flowing according to certain rules, and finally forming a mysterious and ancient magic circle.

Within that magic circle, two pale, lifeless arms, as withered as trees in winter, suddenly stretched out and braced themselves against the ground, as if trying to "pull" themselves out of the circle.

Along the way, the dead skin on his hands peeled off little by little. The dead skin, which looked like tree bark, fell onto the magic circle and made the sound of water being rapidly evaporated. When all the dead skin had fallen off, what was finally revealed in Black Fist's eyes was a pair of pale and slender arms.

An immense, breathtaking, and terrifying pressure descended, and even a peerless master like Black Fist felt an immense pressure.

As a head with long black hair slowly emerged from the magic circle, Black Fist knew...

The Earth Mother Goddess was thus revived.

-

The City of Seven Luminaries.

It was nighttime, and everyone in Xinyang City, whether they wanted to or not, was asleep, while Qiyao was still brightly lit. No wonder Ying Qin Guan felt like he had entered another world after arriving in Qiyao; the difference between the two was simply too great.

Of course, the bright lights and revelry are for the rich. For ordinary people, the night is simply a long day at work, dragging their weary bodies back to their rented room, hastily washing up and falling into a deep sleep that they can't wake up naturally, waiting for the next repetitive and mechanical tomorrow.

Fengyunke is just like that.

His name was described by Yu Xietian as "possessing the qualities of an unparalleled master," but if one could become an unparalleled master simply by having a name, then everyone in the world would be an unparalleled master.

Just like today, he is just like countless ordinary people in Qiyao, finishing a day's work and dragging his tired body back to his rented room.

Feng Yunke took out the key and was about to insert it when he suddenly stopped.

He stood there quietly, like a statue, or as if a fly had been stuck to him. He wanted to kill the fly, but was afraid that if he moved, the fly would fly away, so he remained motionless.

It's like waiting for an opportunity, or perhaps, like confirming something.

A long, long time later.

Feng Yunke slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.

That's...the direction of Xinyang City.

He whispered:

"Is it her..."

There was no one next to him, not a single person.

-

Let's rewind a little, to a time before Mother Earth awakened.

Shenxin, Shenjiu, and Fu Hanwen were still chatting. Their topic had jumped from Ying Qin Guan and Feicun Tan Ying to the Yorozuya. Shenxin had always loved to brag since she was a child. In her words, the Yorozuya had become an all-powerful wish-granting machine comparable to Shenlong.

She, along with her insignificant helper Xiaoyu, were once "entrusted to save the world's highest academy, and the trouble disappeared in the end" (referring to the Gu Xinmo incident, where she was just slacking off and eventually asked Jiu Yi for the commission fee), "helped an important political figure in the empire complete a historically important task" (referring to helping Ruoye complete her midterm commission), "made an indelible contribution on the battlefield of godhood" (referring to the Sword Saint's commission, which ultimately failed), and even helped Jiu Yi go on blind dates and participate in variety shows. In short, no matter what she said, it all sounded completely different when it came out of the Divine Heart Blackboard.

Ms. Fu Hanwen's attitude was ambiguous, making it difficult to discern whether she believed it or not.

Shen Jiu listened quietly the whole time. The sisters' fates were somewhat similar, but not entirely the same. She was also very curious about what her younger sister had experienced over the years. Now, it seemed that Shen Xin and Yu Xietian had ended their wandering and chosen to settle down in Qiyao.

Suddenly, an image flashed before her eyes.

Shin-Kyu's abilities are quite complex. The term "Child of Man" is actually quite conservative; her three abilities are far more complex than those recorded in the Hidden Records. For example, Shin-Kyu's ability to directly view the world's database is not something that can be explained simply as "incantationless magic." Shin-Kyu's abilities also have active and passive components. Initially, her abilities didn't have passive aspects; it was only through long-term training that she developed some low-cost abilities into instincts. For instance, she can view her own "present" to replace her missing glasses. Another example is that Himura Dan-Sakura, concerned for her safety, helped her train with these abilities.

Future Vision!

With this ability, Kamiku can observe the future around her on a small scale. If it were just her alone, it might not be very useful, but with Kamiko, Himura Tanzaku can rest assured.

Now, through future vision, Shenzhou-9 has seen some things.

A strange sound resounded, and a bewitching red light shone!

At this moment, there will be nothing else!

Her expression changed slightly, and she quickly looked at Shenxin, saying, "Mother Goddess!"

Shen Xin was startled at first, but quickly recovered. She had never let her guard down and the space magic for escape was still on the blackboard. Now, upon hearing this, she immediately activated the magic, placed her hand on the bewildered Fu Hanwen, and the three of them instantly appeared a hundred meters away.

Buzz...

A strange roar resounded in everyone's heart.

Suddenly, an incomparably bewitching red light burst forth, illuminating half the sky in a blood-red hue!

Chapter Forty-Six: Invincible Amidst the Clash of Swords (Part Three)

An incomparably alluring red glow enveloped the entire city of Xinyang!

Those bathed in this bewitching red light felt a primal, chaotic impulse rise within them, as if a voice whispered in their hearts, lulling them to sleep—a voice as gentle as a mother's, taking them back to the carefree days of childhood. But then, the voice would transform into a stern teacher, an overbearing boss, a pitiful junior, a smiling doctor...

They coax you to sleep, ask you to sleep, command you to sleep, beg you to sleep, comfort you to sleep...

Go to sleep, go to sleep.

Under the red light, everyone became dazed and confused, unable to resist the urge to fall asleep.

This was of course done by the Earth Mother Goddess!

No one knows what the consequences will be if someone falls asleep here, and no one wants to know.

—Actually, the Earth Mother Goddess is quite funny. She was the one who woke these people from their dreams, but now she wants them to fall asleep again. But that's just how the Primordial Alien Race's abilities are. Just like the previous sacrifice, true death and the death required by the ritual are different.

Both are ways of falling asleep, but falling asleep naturally and falling asleep after being illuminated by this red light are different. Right in front of Black Fist's eyes was the source of that bewitching red light.

He, being closest to the magic circle, should have been the most affected. However, Black Fist's expression remained unchanged, while Hishimura Tanzaku, who was farther away and stronger, was somewhat affected.

The magnitude of this influence is related to strength to some extent, but the influence of willpower is also significant.

Having overcome countless hardships and torments, Black Fist possesses an unbreakable spirit. He always keeps his eyes fixed ahead, the only light he sees in a pitch-black world.

A woman slowly crawled out from within the crimson magic circle.

She had long, flowing black hair that reached her waist, long, narrow eyes with a beauty mark at the corner of one eye, exuding allure, and a slender figure. She wore a long black dress.

Unlike the image of a barbarian in myths and legends, wielding a spear, wearing a golden crown, and a grass skirt, what appeared before Black Fist was an unparalleled beauty... It was hard to imagine that such a person could be the Earth Mother Goddess, known among the progenitor alien races for her warlike ferocity and foolish abilities.

"Mother Goddess..."

Black Fist's eyes flashed, and he was about to speak when the other person's gaze fell on him.

——！

The instinctive warning from a peerless master caught Black Fist off guard. He didn't react in time; it was his body's instinct that seized control of his body from his brain in that instant, forcing Black Fist to retreat!

Black Fist instinctively jumped back, just in time to see Mother Earth raise her leg and slam it into the spot where he had been standing!

boom!!

The ground caved in, spiderweb-like cracks spread, and the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters collapsed, as if an earth dragon had turned over. In an instant, the earth shook violently, and terrifying shockwaves swept in all directions. Houses were swept away and destroyed, trees were uprooted, and windows were shattered.

If Black Fist had been still standing there, that kick would have been enough to take half his life.

"How is that possible..."

The black fist's pupils trembled!

It wasn't because the Earth Mother Goddess attacked him; that was within his expectations. He had anticipated that most of the Primordial Races were madmen. What truly surprised him was the power of the Earth Mother Goddess's attack.

It’s amazing!

Such a powerful attack is something few modern masters could achieve, at least not in underground boxing. Moreover, he felt that even Himura probably couldn't do it; only ancient masters using their full strength could unleash such a strike.

This sounds strange, since modern masters are clearly stronger than their ancient counterparts. So why can't modern masters do what ancient masters could?

In ancient times, humans used monsters and other races as their hypothetical enemies. Monsters aside, early alien races were also tough and resilient. Martial artists back then focused more on attack power, critical hit rate, and critical hit damage than accuracy. However, in modern times, our hypothetical enemies are primarily humans. Even alien races have similar physical constitutions to humans. Between equally skilled opponents, a single, decisive blow can decide the outcome. Therefore, accuracy and hit damage are more important than attack power.

Therefore, although modern martial artists are stronger than ancient martial artists, their destructive power is not as great.

All modern cultivation methods and applications are designed for 'accuracy' and 'evasion'; nobody would practice those powerful but impractical cultivation methods—otherwise, why don't I become a mage? A forbidden spell is far more powerful. Otherwise, why don't I study alchemical weaponry? Isn't a single cannon shot far more powerful than internal energy?

The effect that only a peerless master of ancient times could achieve with a full-force attack was casually produced by the Earth Mother Goddess.

"So strong..."

He didn't even think about why the other party would suddenly attack him; that was all that was on his mind.

The opponent possesses god-like combat power.

The combat prowess of the progenitor race was directly proportional to the absurdity of their abilities.

Like the Joker, whose direct combat ability is not as good as that of a top-tier martial artist, but whose abilities are notoriously unpredictable.

As for the Earth Mother Goddess, who is known for her seemingly simple-minded abilities, Black Fist guessed that her direct combat capabilities would be very strong, but he never expected...

It's unbelievably strong!

Even the legendary Kui (a powerful figure in Chinese mythology) is probably no more than this...

Amidst Black Fist's shock, the Earth Mother Goddess strolled leisurely, emerging from the dissipating smoke and dust. Her pupils were crimson, a satisfied smile graced her face, and she exuded a strange, demonic aura. She was barefoot, her bare feet touching the ground without a speck of dust.