Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Nephalem and Ji Fenming clashed palms. Ji Fenming took a step back, while Nephalem flew more than ten meters before regaining his balance. His gaze was calm, and his mind remained highly clear. He shouted, "Darius! Make a sound!"

"Make a noise?!"

Darius didn't understand at first, but the situation was critical, and he didn't have time to think too much. He mobilized his remaining inner energy and magic power, and the crimson-gold torrent surged into the sky, exploding a hundred meters in the air with an astonishing sound.

Nephalem's intelligence remained sharp. Darius hung up too quickly; he didn't have time to tell the other party to make a sound and lure Ying Qin Guan over. Otherwise, the guy would probably get lost. This hotel was hidden among countless high-rise buildings in the chaotic province, with no distinguishing features. Even from a high vantage point, it would be blocked by other buildings. Ying Qin Guan had taken taxis back for the past few days, so he probably hadn't memorized the way either. Therefore... Darius needed to make some noise.

—He naturally notified Ying Qin Guan, since Darius hadn't told him whether he had or not. But the situation was so urgent that the Nephalem probably didn't have time. So he made a call while running, thankfully it was a cell phone. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been able to notify Ying Qin Guan at all; even if Darius made a huge commotion, Ying Qin Guan might have thought they were setting off fireworks.

Darius's attack range and distance are unparalleled among martial artists; even ancient martial artists could not match his attack range and distance. Naturally, his actions did not escape Ji Fenming's notice. He stared intently and quickly understood the key to his actions.

"Are you calling for backup...? Then come on over!"

“If I were you, I would run away right now.” Nephalem remained calm, striking a pose and smiling slightly. “But judging from your expression, it seems I alone cannot scare you away. So, before he arrives…”

"Let me play with you for a bit."

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A strong wind howled, and Ji Qiuming's fist grazed Fu Feihan's hair. The gust of wind hit Fu Feihan's face, and he broke out in a cold sweat, instinctively taking half a step back. However, Ji Qiuming showed no mercy and immediately stepped forward, sticking to him like a leech.

He's become much more difficult to deal with than before.

As the fist whistled through the air, Fu Feihan could only dodge. It wasn't that he was reluctant to fight because of old feelings, but rather that Ji Qiuming had completely suppressed him. The other party had completed the transformation of his martial arts and received all of Ji Fenming's true teachings. The aptitude of their styles was incredibly high. Ji Fenming's progress was rapid, and now he was an expert that could not be ignored.

If we go back to the time of the City of Truth exchange battle, he alone could sweep away everyone from all the other academies—of course, that would require a combined attack; if they all came at him, they definitely wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Fu Feihan has also improved somewhat. He had fought Ji Qiuming more than a hundred times, winning most of the time. The losses were mostly due to him playing to his absolute limit as a volatile fighter. But now, before he even started playing volatilely, he was already being overwhelmed. After several moves, Fu Feihan couldn't even find an opportunity to strike.

"It seems you're still stuck in the past!"

Ji Qiuming formed claws with his ten fingers, his hands covered in a dark blue inner energy, and tore forward. Fu Feihan bent over, and the dark blue claws grazed Fu Feihan's nose, leaving three deep claw marks on the concrete wall of the corridor.

Although Fu Feihan dodged the amazing blow, the backbend movement limited his next move. Ji Qiuming changed his claws into palms and slapped down. Fu Feihan had nowhere to dodge and was hit in the abdomen. He lost his balance again and fell heavily to the ground, then trembled slightly.

Slightly airborne + old strength gone, new strength not yet generated + opponent gets close.

For any martial artist, this would be a death sentence; Ji Qiuming could have immediately bent down and smashed Fu Feihan's head in with a single punch. However, he simply kicked out expressionlessly, sending Fu Feihan flying backward and crashing into the wall, creating a large, human-shaped crater.

"And I am about to step into the future!"

Whether I like it or not.

Chapter Thirty-Four: No Turning Back

No matter what a person thinks or does, the planet keeps rotating.

Sunrise and sunset, the seasons change.

Every moment, countless changes occur, and everyone's identity and stance change accordingly.

When these changes occur, what choice do we have but to accept them?

You won't accept it?

Of course, you can choose not to accept it, but you might end up experiencing the tragic life of a certain beggar gang leader.

Ji Qiuming adapted well to these changes. Cold-hearted people can always adapt to all sorts of things: the death of parents, divorce, daughter's marriage... They can adapt quickly and don't even have any extra feelings about it.

Moreover, Ji Qiuming.

His stance had long since shifted with his change of status. Whether he liked it or not, this happened, and he accepted it. This level of awareness was clearly much higher than that of the person he met in the City of Truth. If Ji Qiuming were there, he would probably have no qualms about taking civilians hostage in the street to secure his own survival.

What? You're saying I took civilians hostage in the street and didn't care about other people's lives?

Please, find out whose life was threatened first.

Some people can fully accept all kinds of changes, while others are stuck in the past...or rather, they doubt everything in the present.

Just because it's always been this way, does that mean it's right?

There's no such foolish thing to do, but humans and other races have been enemies for thousands of years. Even without the existence of the ancestral other races, the two sides would still be locked in a life-or-death hatred. Just like the several countries on the continent that fought for a few years and have been in a hostile cold war relationship ever since. That was only a few years, and tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people died. Compared to the friction between humans and other races over thousands of years, what is that?

The two sides have always been enemies, which is "always been so." As for the following sentence, it is far from being introduced. The Primordial Alien Race is a major obstacle, followed by thousands of years of hatred, and the difficulty of resolving it is no less than that of the Primordial Alien Race.

Fu Feihan understood all of this, but understanding something doesn't mean accepting it. Otherwise, why would there be so many tears of reluctance in hospitals, at gravesites, and at airports?

Not everyone can process everything that happens as quickly as a machine and make the right response in the past, present, and future.

Ji Qiuming raised his hand and smashed the wooden door of the inn. Sure enough, the parents of the Corpse Dog were inside.

"Let's take action... and say goodbye to the past."

As Ji Qiuming had this thought, just as he was about to make a move, Fu Feihan, who was in the distance, spat out a mouthful of blood and stood up unsteadily.

Ji Qiuming was somewhat surprised. He felt that his previous blow was enough to make Fu Feihan unable to stand up... No problem, he could just add a couple more blows.

“I’m sure you have a feeling about this,” Ji Qiuming said softly. “I don’t want to kill you, but if you insist on stopping me, I will change my mind.”

Fu Feihan steadied himself, his throat filled with the pungent taste of blood. His voice was hoarse as he said, "It seems you're in cahoots with that corpse dog... Stop now, Qiu Ming, don't continue like this."

"Don't do anything?" Ji Qiuming said calmly, "Feihan, do you remember your hometown? What was the name of the innkeeper again? I don't remember. Do you know what his family heirloom is?"

A sense of foreboding welled up in Fu Feihan's heart, and he asked in a low voice, "What is it?"

“The eyes of my compatriots,” Ji Qiuming said. “Whether I like it or not, whether I acknowledge it or not, they are my compatriots.”

".."

Fu Feihan fell silent; silence was not Ji Qiuming's prerogative.

"It seems you have nothing more to say... If you still want to fight, then come on, this time I won't hold back."

Ji Qiuming left those words and walked towards the elderly couple. But he also understood... if he didn't stop him, then Fu Feihan wouldn't be Fu Feihan.

He desperately wanted Fu Feihan to stop being Fu Feihan, but Ji Qiuming might not be Ji Qiuming; Fu Feihan would always be Fu Feihan.

As his inner energy surged, Fu Feihan once again stood in front of Ji Qiuming with his longsword held horizontally.

His aura underwent a tremendous change, and Ji Qiuming frowned slightly before quickly relaxing.

"You've just completed the transformation of your cultivation method... This is the cultivation method you've always longed for, Teacher Ying's method. But do you think you can defeat me in this state?"

Fu Feihan's internal energy surged. If the transformation of his internal energy was not complete, it would greatly affect the strength of a martial artist. The feeling of having a foreign internal energy in his body was like being given an internal injury debuff. Once the transformation of his internal energy was completed, this debuff would naturally disappear.

Fu Feihan assumed a fighting stance and said softly:

“I won’t let you kill them.”

"So, I have to kill you first before I can kill them?" Ji Qiuming stepped forward with his right foot, bent his left leg, clenched his fists, and assumed a fighting stance. "You know I don't want to do this, but if you insist on doing it this way, don't expect me to think about our past friendship... You have to get out of here, Fu Feihan."

"I won't let you kill them, but likewise... I don't want to be killed either." Fu Feihan stared intently at Ji Qiuming, not missing a single move he made.

Ji Qiuming was somewhat surprised. This didn't sound like something Fu Feihan would say. He should understand that people have to pay a corresponding price for what they want to get or do. Was he being so greedy? He had thought the other party would say, "Even if I die, I will protect them..."

It seems I don't know Fu Feihan that well... But so what? He's a stranger to me, so what if he has some problems with his perception of others?

Ji Qiuming charged again, his target Fu Feihan.

He was incredibly fast and acted without hesitation!

However, just as he charged forward, the sky and earth suddenly darkened. Although it was only for a very brief moment, for Ji Qiuming, who was already moving at high speed, that one instant was fatal!

This was Fu Feihan's first successful use of the Consciousness Slash. The control time was only a very short moment, but it still had a great effect.

Facing Ji Qiuming, whose eyes had lost their luster, Fu Feihan gripped the scabbard in his hand, his determination surging. He stepped forward and used the scabbard as a weapon, slashing down fiercely!

Yes... I, and those two old people, will not die.

It's not just because the Nephalem want me to protect them, and it's not just because they're human. Even if they're a different race, I will protect them... and myself!

They, and I, all need to survive.

because..

The sword sheath cleaved through the gale, slashing down viciously. A burst of violent inner energy erupted, causing the floor to collapse. This blow sent Ji Qiuming crashing from the second floor to the first!

"No matter who you killed...no matter who killed whom, once a person's hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, there is no turning back!"

Chapter Thirty-Five: A Lightning-Fast Return

boom!

Fu Feihan used the scabbard as a weapon and slashed fiercely, but the weakness of a blunt weapon quickly became apparent. Because of the large contact area, the force could not be concentrated at a single point, and the pressure was insufficient to penetrate the inner energy barrier. So in the end, Ji Qiuming was just like he is now, smashed through the floor by this slash, falling from the second floor to the first floor!

This astonishing commotion was also noticed by the four or three people who were fighting on the first floor.

Darius's inner energy and magic power were exhausted. Magic warriors are destined to be a class that can only bully the weak; when facing opponents of the same or even higher level, their reserves are quickly depleted. Shadow, also a top-tier floor warrior, hadn't yet exhausted her inner energy. But he had no choice but to leave the arena. However, how could he leave unscathed after such a fierce battle? Ji Fenming had dealt him a severe blow, knocking him unconscious.

Nephalem is indeed no ordinary super-elite; he is not only one of the strongest among super-elite fighters, but also possesses extensive experience fighting, or rather, being beaten by, higher-level opponents. Although Ying Qin Guan rarely engages in substantial combat with Nephalem, this does provide a degree of confidence and support for Nephalem. Furthermore, Ji Fenming's strength has been somewhat diminished due to his earlier attempt to quickly resolve the battle by enduring attacks from Shadow and Darius.

So now, with the Nephalem as the main force and the Shadows as the secondary force, the two have managed to hold on, but this is ultimately not a long-term solution.

Just as Nephalem was beginning to feel that he couldn't hold on any longer, a loud crash came from the side. Ji Qiuming was thrown down to the first floor, landing right at the bar counter, smashing the red solid wood bar counter to pieces. Bottles and jars used as decorations were scattered all over him, and red wine, whether expensive or not, but with exquisite packaging, was splashed everywhere, filling the air with the aroma of wine.

"Ok?"

Ji Fenming turned his head and saw that the person who landed was Ji Qiuming. A crimson light flashed in his pupils. He rushed forward in a few steps and, after confirming that Ji Qiuming had blocked all the attacks with his inner energy barrier but was slightly exhausted, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"How dare you!"

Ji Fenming roared. He saw Fu Feihan, but he couldn't jump up to deal with him. Nephalem and Shadow were watching him closely. If he left, Ji Qiuming would be in trouble.

His anger surged, and the racial talent of the Rebellious Ghost manifested, making the oppressive aura around him even stronger, causing Nephalem to feel a sense of suffocation.

The opponent's strength made him somewhat apprehensive.

Shadow and Nephalem, who had been standing together, have now tacitly separated. This means that Ji Fenming can only attack one person, while the other can seize the opportunity to ambush Ji Qiuming. If Ji Fenming were to bring Ji Qiuming along, he would be hampered and unable to unleash his full power.

Some things, once you reach this level, don't need to be said, not even a glance is needed; you'll naturally understand them during combat.

"Is everything alright?" Ji Fenming asked, his face contorted with anger as he surveyed his surroundings.

Ji Qiuming stood up, looking somewhat dazed, and replied, "Mm."

"How are you feeling?"

"..Well enough."

"it is good!"

Ji Fenming suddenly rushed out, like a shooting star, heading straight for Nephalem.

Nephalem's expression was serious; he knew he was about to face an unprecedented and severe test. But barring any unforeseen circumstances, as long as Shadow captured Ji Qiuming, a turning point would arrive.