Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The two engaged in a fierce battle.

In the audience, Nephalem, Ying Qin Guan, Shen Xin, Jiu Yi, and even the gray-haired man, Ji Fa, and a series of contestants, non-contestants, and eliminated individuals were pointing and whispering.

Many of them hoped Yu Xietian would win, but the situation on the field wouldn't change; Yu Xietian was on the defensive from the very beginning. While the unsuitability of his weapons for direct combat played a role, Yu Xietian's disadvantage wasn't solely due to his weaponry; there was indeed a significant gap in overall strength between the two sides.

"No, we're going to lose." Nephalem spoke first, not quite stating the absolute conclusion, but it was close enough.

Yu Xietian and Chu Kuangren had exchanged twenty blows, and Yu Xietian had basically reached his limit. He was losing his way and defeat was inevitable—unless Chu Kuangren made a major mistake, or Yu Xietian suddenly had a burst of inspiration and performed a move at the level of Fu Feihan.

Ying Qin Guan deliberately provoked Shen Xin, saying, "Little Pudding, he's going to lose, what should we do?"

"So what if we lost? We've come this far, haven't we?"

Shen Xin remained unmoved and picked up the small blackboard.

"Even if we force a win and make it to the finals, we'll probably suffer eleven consecutive losses and be ridiculed for a long time. Losing here is pretty satisfactory. Besides, we've already lost a lot of money by driving this far, considering the price we negotiated with the advertiser. It's infuriating! I blame him for everything. Couldn't he have just lost sooner? I feel like that advertiser took advantage of us so much!"

Shenxin's perspective on the problem was surprisingly unconventional, leaving Ying Qin Guan speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say.

What Shenxin said wasn't without merit... The weakest among those from other groups were at least top-tier, with some being unparalleled masters like Himura Tan's Sakura and god-like figures like Kui. If they really made it to the finals, they might suffer eleven consecutive losses, which would be a huge loss of face. They'd definitely be accused of being unworthy of their position and having bad luck. As for the "advertisement" thing, it's probably just a joke.

only..

Ying Qin Guan looked at the arena and saw Yu Xietian dodging left and right. In the intense battle, his inner energy was already depleted, but he was still struggling to hold on.

The contestant himself showed absolutely no intention of giving up.

"Take a half step back, lure the enemy in, feign an attack to stab him three-tenths of an inch in the ribs, then discard your sword and strike his groin; perhaps there's a sliver of a chance..."

A thought flashed through Ying Qin's mind: if it were Fu Feihan, perhaps he could have pulled off such a seemingly crazy yet logical maneuver. But Yu Xietian was not Fu Feihan after all; his internal energy failed him, and he was defeated.

The battle was over, and Shenxin showed a hint of regret, as if she herself felt that perhaps breaking through would have been better. However, she didn't hold onto too much unnecessary hope, lest the disappointment be even greater.

Then, the final match of Group 10 began, with the two teams facing off as follows...

Before the competition, there was no one at all, but she was an unparalleled master, Himura Tanzakura.

Having been famous for a long time, Atos was ranked alongside Nephalem, Ying Qin Guan, and the Ten Commandments as one of the top four in this martial arts tournament before the competition even started—but for some reason, half of the top four were missing, as Ying Qin Guan and the Ten Commandments did not participate.

Nefertari said, "He's really had terrible luck."

Although the Nephalem didn't say his name directly, everyone knew he was referring to Athos.

"Not necessarily."

Shenxin raised the small blackboard.

"That squinty-eyed guy is pretending again...he's not carrying a weapon."

Chapter Twenty-Five: A Little Understanding

If, and I mean if, showing off is an art, then who is the master of it all?

Who is it?

Of course it's me, Himura Tan (covers mouth).

That's right! It's me, Zhao Yunxian!

From the Seven Luminaries Capital to the City of Truth, who doesn't know the name of Ji Li Ji, the King of Conquest?!

Although it wasn't Zhao Yunxian who was directly pretending, Ji Li was pretending, which meant that Zhao Yunxian was pretending. Therefore, the position of the King of Pretenders belongs to me, Zhao Yunxian!

So, what about the second son...?

Of course, it's my Qin Pass that I'm victorious!

why?

Since Ying Qin Guan is the prototype of Ji Li, Ji Li's act is the same as his. So, rounding it up, he is ranked below Zhao Yun Xian, which is not unreasonable, right?

If we continue, we have to mention this man, Himura Danzakura.

He has authored a series of timeless classics such as "Within a Hundred Moves", "Bad Feng Shui", "Stubborn Head", and "No Weapons". He remains calm and composed even after being slapped in the face. He is a great hero and champion in the world of showing off. Many people who know him, whether they like him or not, have to admit that this guy is simply a character on par with the overpowered protagonist in a fantasy novel.

Born an orphan, he was picked up by a powerful figure, became the apprentice of a sword saint, found a blind girl with mysterious abilities while traveling, won the championship in the Youth Sword Tournament, traveled around the continent, and up until now, apart from being knocked away by Ying Qin Guan, he is in no way unlike a protagonist who is arrogant and domineering.

—So what is Ying Qin Pass? Answer: It's something even novels wouldn't dare to write.

Now, he appears on the stage as a newly crowned legend, facing off against the veteran powerhouse, Athosher. The outcome of this battle is undoubtedly something to look forward to.

Himura Tanzaku makes his appearance, dressed in a cherry blossom-colored ronin outfit, unarmed, wearing wooden clogs, slender and frail, looking like a complete weakling.

Standing opposite him was Atos, whose upper body was full of muscles, with an ancient and mysterious symbol tattooed on his chest. Dark red stripes covered his entire body, and his wild, black and red hair exuded an aura of power.

After Himura Tanzakura entered the arena, she wasn't in a hurry. Instead, she looked around, her gaze lingering on a certain spot. Ying Qin Guan looked over and saw it was Shinko's beautiful older sister, Shinku. The two sisters looked quite similar, but their vastly different personalities made them stand out. The older sister had blossomed into a gentle and graceful beauty, while the younger sister remained a cute little girl.

His gaze continued to sweep across the area, and he quickly spotted Ying Qin Guan and Shen Xin, among others. He immediately smiled and waved in their direction, as if to say hello.

The Nephalem, quite presumptuous, sharpened its gaze.

"Hmph, is this a challenge to me? I admit you're strong. But with eleven battles, you might encounter Kui in your very first match and end up with both of you severely injured!"

"Based on my brief interactions with him," Ying Qin Guan said, squinting, "he probably doesn't take you seriously."

Nephalem was immediately embarrassed, but being a proud man and having spent a lot of time with Ying Qin Guan, he had picked up some bad habits. So he chose to stick to his guns and say that Ying Qin Guan was sitting in the row behind him. Perhaps to make his words more credible, Nephalem turned around, pointed at Himura Tanzaku, and said, "Himura Tanzaku? I'll make sure he doesn't leave alive!"

"He might be able to hear you."

“...Do you think I would be scared and immediately pull my hand back?” Nephalem said, withdrawing his hand. “When you thought I was going to say that and not withdraw my hand, I withdrew it. That’s wisdom.”

Shenxin arrived immediately to mock them.

"A cowardly rat!"

"..." If someone else had mocked her like that, the Nephalem would have made them understand the cruelty of the world. But since it was this invincible Godheart, then so be it. Even someone as competitive as the Nephalem had to admit that she was inferior to her, and that she really wasn't just talking nonsense.

However, aside from the divine heart...

"What are you doing, you coward?" Ying Qin Guan's lazy voice suddenly came.

The Nephalem was furious, but dared not show any sign of it. He could only secretly vow in his heart that fortunes change, and he would remember this grudge and avenge it even in his next life!

Seeing that Nephalem was repeatedly swallowing his anger, Jiu Yi, who had been eliminated by Nephalem, suddenly had a wicked thought. He said, seemingly casually, "Yeah, you're such a coward—"

Nephalem stood up, turned around, and in a fit of rage, swiftly and decisively struck, sending Jiu Yi flying. Then, he sat back down as if nothing had happened.

Jiu Yi: ".."

He deeply regretted it. He truly wished he hadn't spoken. It was Nephalem who was humiliated by Shenxin and Ying Qin Guan, losing face without daring to refute. But by speaking up, he had attracted Nephalem's hatred, and now he was the one who had lost face.

On Jiu Yi's side, he gained a significant amount of experience points, and in the arena, Hishimura Tan's Sakura and Atosuke stood face to face, only twenty meters apart. With the referee's whistle, the duel began. But neither of them moved... clearly, they intended to utilize the fine tradition of pre-battle verbal sparring among martial artists.

“Himura Tan Sakura…” Atoshe lowered his head slightly, looking at the slender boy opposite him, “You don’t look like a martial artist.”

“If everything in this world were simple enough to be seen, then everything would be much simpler.” Himura Tanzakura chuckled. The people in the audience could only see them talking, but they couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“Indeed…” Athosher nodded slightly and said, “Are you also a martial artist who fights bare-handed?”

"Yes and no."

"How to say?"

"I know a little about everything."

"You mean you can use any weapon?"

"good."

"So it seems your greatest strength is your fists, otherwise how could you fight bare-handed?"

"No, no, no..." Hisumura Tanzakura shook her head and smiled, "My specialty is the sword... or you could say the katana. Sakura's swords and katana are inseparable."

"Then...why didn't you bring it?"

"Don't say such strange things." Hisumura Tanzaku laughed. He already had squinty eyes, and when he laughed, they narrowed into slits. "When you go hunting, a double-barreled shotgun is enough. Do you really have to use an apocalypse-themed one?"

Hearing this, Athossa was not angry. If he were to get angry over such a thing, he would stop with the pre-battle rhetoric and instead just demoralize himself and boost the enemy's morale. He calmly said, "You are very confident."

"It has always been like this."

"To be honest, I was looking forward to this battle before it even started, and now I'm looking forward to it even more."

"Oh.."

The two remained silent for a while, neither of them saying anything.

Therefore, Athosas took the lead in setting up a stance.

"please."

Himura Tanzakura slowly suppressed her smile and assumed a similar stance.

"please."

——!

After a moment of silence, the two pounced out and were locked in combat in the blink of an eye!

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Method of Visualizing the False Self

Upon engaging in combat, neither of them rushed to reveal their true skills. Instead, they exchanged blows for a while. Hisumura Tan's slender figure made him appear frail, leading Atoshe to believe that he was at a physical disadvantage. His assessment was correct; among opponents of the same level, Hisumura Tan's physique was indeed weak, which resulted in him having little room for error and putting him at a particular disadvantage when fighting multiple opponents.

But that's only when facing opponents of the same level.

Athosher is a top-tier figure, aiming for the top three, with only the Ten Commandments and the Nephalem able to rival him. However, he still has a long way to go before reaching the level of a true master!

boom!

A dull, heavy sound rang out—the sound of fists colliding.

It's hard to imagine that someone of his size would choose to go head-to-head with Atosuke. Not only did he succeed, but he also didn't suffer any losses, managing to fight Atosuke to a standstill!

This is already quite an amazing achievement. Physical strength is Hiyoma Tan's weakness. If Ji Fenming were here, this punch would probably make Atuoshe stagger a few steps. If it were the red-eyed Ji Fenming, this punch would probably send Atuoshe flying directly. Then, with a series of follow-up attacks, if no one stopped him and the punch was ruthless, and Atuoshe couldn't react in time, he would probably win quickly and kill him.

Ji Fenming's crazy fighting style was at a disadvantage against Ying Qinguan, leading to a quick defeat. However, he showed great advantages against lower-level opponents, making him a plus version of Darius.

“Athosya, not wrong!”

In the midst of the fierce battle, Himura Dan's Sakura still had room to show off. However, he no longer possessed the composure he displayed when facing the Sword Saint, who, after all, was old and frail, his strength greatly diminished. Moreover, Himura Dan's Sakura still had his sword back then. Yet, even without his sword and without using his full strength, he still managed to fight Atosuke to a standstill. He even managed to gain a considerable advantage through his astonishing skills.

Atosuke was relentlessly attacked by Hiramura Tan's attacks, revealing a weakness. Hiramura Tan's attack seized the opportunity and struck with both fists. Although Atosuke blocked both punches with his inner energy barrier, the last punch successfully sent Atosuke flying more than 20 meters away, giving Hiramura the upper hand in terms of momentum.

Atoshe unleashed his inner energy in mid-air, slamming it into the ground. Using the recoil, he adjusted his position and stabilized himself. He clasped his hands together in mid-air and roared. The dark red stripes on his body suddenly lit up, flowing slowly like magma. A three-meter-tall, ferocious black-red demon god appeared behind him, its six hands each holding a weapon, which it swung at Himurura Tanzaku.