Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"Courage? Hmm? What courage? It can't be that kind of thing, can it? Hmm, okay, it's definitely not. What is it then? A weapon?! It's actually a weapon! You want to use that to kill me? Your idea is really audacious, but you have no sense of propriety at all, right? I knew it, haha..."

He spoke extremely fast, gesturing wildly as he spoke. After he finished, his speaking speed returned to normal, and he said with a grin, "That's right, you guessed it, I can read minds."

Mind reading...

As one of the representative skills of the progenitor alien race's bizarre abilities, it is one of the few non-public skills among the progenitor alien race, but it is also one of the skills that can overlap.

The clown had read Mu Nandong's mind, despite Mu Nandong's best efforts to control his emotions. But in the face of the Primordial Alien Clan, he was no different from a three-year-old trying to hide his New Year's money from an adult.

"You don't need to say anything, because I already know everything you want to say." The Joker suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Do you want to know... the truth from over twenty years ago?"

Mu Nandong remained silent and motionless, like a statue. But the clown still managed to pick up on his inner thoughts.

The clown laughed loudly and clapped his hands, saying, "Yes, you're right. I have no credibility at all. I'm a complete madman. I don't even know if my next word will be true or false, so talking to me is destined to be meaningless."

This was indeed Mu Nandong's inner thought. Clowns are the kind of people who say whatever comes to mind, making them unpredictable. Whether you believe what they say or not, you'll feel that talking to them is a waste of your life.

"Um..?"

The clown stroked his chin, a displeased look on his face. Mu Nandong's mind suddenly became a chaotic mess, filled with meaningless thoughts like computer gibberish. Others had tried to use this method against him before, but those guys were all deceiving themselves. While their thoughts appeared chaotic, the clown could still pick up on them. But Mu Nandong... he was truly in complete disarray, rendering the clown's mind-reading, like his own, utterly meaningless.

Knowing he was powerless against an opponent of the primordial alien race, and realizing he couldn't get any useful information from the clown, Mu Nandong weighed the pros and cons and decided to cut his losses, at least to prevent the clown from reading his thoughts.

The clown finds this behavior extremely annoying. Even though the other party is incapacitated, what's the point of bullying the AI?

"That's why I said you're a boring person..."

Just as the clown was reflecting on his feelings, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

“A new guest has arrived…” The clown raised an eyebrow slightly, snapped his fingers, and the door opened automatically. He grinned and said, “Who would come to see you? Is he your friend? It’s really bad luck to be friends with someone like you. He’s going to be killed by you now.”

The door opened, and Ying Qin Guan stood outside, still in the position of knocking. He looked in with some surprise and saw Mu Nan Dong standing stiffly and the clown sitting in the chair.

But what made Ying Qin Guan realize that something was completely wrong was that chair. It was a chair that had been twisted into a pretzel, yet it was still stubbornly holding on. Anyone who saw that chair would know that something was not right.

The clown's expression changed drastically when he saw Ying Qin Pass.

He had met Ying Qin Guan before and learned of Ying Qin Guan's identity from that man... Damn it, he spoke those harsh words too soon, but it's too late now.

By the time you see the Qin Pass... it's already too late.

The next moment, darkness fell.

The more experienced a person is in combat, the clearer they can perceive things. And those who are strong enough can quickly and proactively break free from this state.

And coincidentally... the Joker is a very special group.

His combat experience was so rich that it was almost unparalleled. He was proficient in all kinds of ways to die, and had experience of being slashed, blown up, and pierced in various ways. What's more, his ability in direct combat could only be described as tragic among the progenitor alien races.

So... what did he see?

The setting sun is like blood.

The earth was covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with countless bodies piled up as if they were turning the sky blood red.

The man, clutching a broken sword and halberd, stood atop a throne made of piled-up bones. His very presence seemed to proclaim his invincibility.

Suddenly, the man looked up.

The Joker's pupils contracted as he realized he was in an illusion. The power of the Primal Alien activated, freeing him from the illusion... but it was clearly too late.

Ying Qin Guan had arrived before him without him noticing. His eyes flashed with cold light. He used his palm as a blade and slashed horizontally, sending the head flying high into the air!

Even the Earth Mother Goddess, renowned among the Primordial Alien Races for her exceptional direct combat prowess, couldn't mount any effective counterattack against Ying Qin Pass. How much less could a clown, repeatedly repelled by top-tier opponents in direct combat?

The clown's head flew high, but before Ying Qin Guan could launch another attack, his body and head simultaneously turned into countless ashes, which scattered with the wind and then quickly converged into a thin black stream, rushing out of the window at a terrifying speed close to the speed of sound.

too fast!

At that speed, even Ying Qin Guan had no chance of catching up. Besides, even if he could catch up, he couldn't just chase after them now, lest the opponent's clones catch up and turn around to cut off Mu Nan Dong. Now he could only watch the opponent disappear into the distance.

"He is..." Ying Qin Guan said in a low voice, though he already knew the answer in his heart.

Mu Nandong exhaled a breath of stale air. If Ying Qin Guan hadn't arrived in time, he didn't know if his life would have become a joke like Mu Huai Ren's. But his heart was as hard as stone, and even in the face of such a drastic change, he did not show the slightest sign of weakness.

He said coldly, "It can only be the clown."

Chapter Fourteen: Return from Hell!

On a deserted path, the clown swayed and walked along, supporting his back.

"Ugh... what bad luck!" He groaned, one hand on his aching back, the other against the wall, walking along the path, his face full of regret. "Hey, what's going on? I ran into the final boss right away! This kind of bad luck has nothing to do with me; I could have left it to that man. Why did I have to run into him again..."

His face showed considerable frustration. Even though Ying Qin had chopped off his head, he was still staggering forward, supporting his waist.

"I don't want to end up like that unfortunate woman..."

The clown sighed a few times and walked forward, leaning against the wall.

Ying Qin Guan's attack just now was quite severe... He needs to recover.

The progenitor races each had their own methods of recovery. Some were less particular, like a guy the Joker knew who just ate meat. Others, like the Earth Mother Goddess, were more omnivorous but also more particular, considering things like lifespan. The Joker's diet was quite simple and extremely particular: it depended on human emotions, positive or negative, accepting everything. The more intense the emotion, the better the recovery. Nothing else mattered.

The previous circus performance was a pretty good opportunity... but that's all in the past.

However, having survived in this world for thousands of years, the Joker has long since summarized many patterns of abilities, such as what kind of emotions are most likely to erupt and what kind of emotions are most likely to be activated.

The answer, of course, is fear, and especially... the fear of death.

Survival is an instinct, deeply ingrained in the soul of every living being. Therefore, when death approaches, their emotions intensify, and the Joker is an expert at manipulating this situation.

"Looks like I'll have to find a jinx..."

The clown scanned the area. It was late at night, and the place was secluded with hardly anyone around. He looked around but didn't see anyone. However, in a big city like this, it was impossible to encounter no one. The clown took a few steps and soon spotted a figure.

It was the back view of a middle-aged man, with extremely broad shoulders and a slightly inverted triangle upper body, giving off a strange sense of security. But the Joker could sense... he was nothing more than a second-rate martial artist.

Let's go with him...

The clown strode forward, a chilling smile already on his face. But before he could reach him, the other person turned around, his eyes indifferent and his expression blank.

It turned out to be Feng Yunke, whom Yu Xietian had described as having the appearance of a peerless master!

After being hired by his boss, he stayed on to make a late-night snack before leaving the boss's mansion to return to his rented room. However, perhaps due to bad luck, he unexpectedly encountered the clown there.

What would a normal person's reaction be if they heard a noise behind them in the middle of the night, turned around, and found a comical clown with a grin that stretched from ear to ear?

They'd probably be so frightened they'd take several steps back and fall to the ground.

But Feng Yunke's expression remained unchanged; he looked up and remained as steady as Mount Tai.

"It's late at night now. If you do any special work, it would be best if you took some time to remove your makeup after get off work. I'm not afraid, but it would be bad if you startled someone."

"It's alright," the clown smiled. "You'll be scared soon too."

Before Feng Yunke could react, the clown suddenly opened his mouth, and a gigantic blood flower burst forth, blooming instantly. It was probably two meters in diameter—a true man-eating flower. And inside this flower were not ordinary petals, but countless insect mouthparts!

After it bloomed, it immediately lunged at Fengyunke!

This scene was truly astonishing! Fortunately, it took a little time for the flower to bloom, and Feng Yunke, being a martial artist, managed to react in time, taking a step back and avoiding the giant flower's attack.

However, at this moment... the clown frowned again.

Feng Yunke was able to dodge the attack because he deliberately controlled it. The flower looked intimidating, but it didn't actually have much offensive power. If it had actually hit him, it might have exposed his weakness. His original intention was to intimidate Feng Yunke and gain his fear, but why...?

Fengyunke, aren't you afraid at all?

"It seems... I've encountered something strange?" Feng Yunke took a step back, his expression exactly as the clown had sensed—without a trace of fear. If before he had only suspected the other party was dressed up for work, now he could only conclude that the other party was an ancestral alien race.

"I don't know why you've set your sights on me... but since you want to kill me, then I have no other choice."

A sense of foreboding suddenly flashed through the clown's mind. As a progenitor of an alien race, this feeling... was probably not an illusion.

Feng Yunke slowly raised his head. In that instant, some kind of power pierced through his spine and reached his brain! A dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from his pupils. This aura was extremely astonishing, and the clown subconsciously took a step back.

An ancient and desolate aura permeated the air, and scenes suddenly flashed through Feng Yunke's mind.

That was a memory from ancient times...

Along with this ancient memory, an ancient being awakens within him.

The rapid pounding of his heart echoed within Fengyunke's body!

The clown's heart skipped a beat. It was a strange feeling, as if he was being suppressed at the genetic level... But how could that be? He was an ancestral alien race, a creature at the top of the food chain. How could anyone suppress him in such a way? In terms of strength, it was impossible. Even that nameless swordsman from Southern Qin only made him a little afraid, not suppressed him.

So, it's just my imagination. Yes, it must be an illusion.

But why would someone have this misconception?

"You're quite amusing..." The clown grinned wildly, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. Even so, he didn't run away, but instead screamed frantically, "And what are you?!"

The next moment, a suffocating killing intent surged forth.

The clown had already sensed the killing intent emanating from Ying Qin Pass... it was the true god of death. That killing intent felt as if mountains of corpses and seas of bones were right before his eyes, yet...

In that instant, he thought he was in hell.

This murderous intent caused the mountains and seas to boil, and the heavens and earth to turn upside down, as if the end of the world had arrived, and everything was reduced to ashes.

This is genuine genetic suppression... no mistake. Because from the oldest and most chaotic times, men have been fighting against, and even hunting down, these creatures at the top of the food chain.

"I.."

The punch came suddenly, its aura vast and powerful, like a cascading silver river, chilling people to the bone and leaving them no room to resist!

That punch blew the Joker's head apart!

"Returned from hell!"

Chapter Fifteen: You'll Never Guess Who I Met

"This is such a hassle..."

On February 15th, Nefertari, the Director of the Anguo Division, who had spent the previous day alone, sat at his desk and sighed deeply.

Yesterday he heard that the police station next door had received a series of reports about circuses. The development of the cases was quite bizarre. Someone went to the amusement park to see a magician's performance, only to run into the ringmaster, who said the magician was on leave. However, when the police investigated, they found that the magician was neither sick nor on leave, and the ringmaster said he had never seen the people who made the reports, nor had he said those things.

—What's worse, there was more than one person who reported the incident, and the first thing they said was, "I have something to tell you, so don't be afraid."

This was quite a bizarre incident. Nephalem initially thought it had nothing to do with him, so he just went over to watch the drama unfold. But then, late at night, Ying Qin Guan suddenly showed up at his door, bringing Mu Nan Dong with him, saying they had encountered the Joker...

Now, Nefertane truly felt that "all the clues were connected." That shameless Ying Qin Guan went back to sleep after reporting the case, while poor Nefertane spent the whole night working with the police, reporting, taking precautions, and doing all sorts of work non-stop.

"I'm afraid we can't defend against that clown."