Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Chapter Thirty-Nine: He's the Only One

What language can describe such heaviness?

'Irresistible,' 'Unstoppable,' 'Absolute,' 'Domination,' 'Royal Power,' 'Collapse of the Heavens,' 'Destruction,' 'Despair'...

These words can all be used to describe this heaviness, but none of them are enough.

If I had to find a phrase to describe Himura Dan's appearance...

'A power I wouldn't even dare to imagine in my dreams'

As the sword flashed and struck Zhong Kui, blood splattered everywhere, and Himura Tanzakura was sent flying like a cannonball, traversing most of the arena in the blink of an eye, crashing into the wall at the edge of the arena amidst the gasps of the audience.

The arena was much larger than a standard football field; it was an exaggerated size. Originally, the arena was intended for group battles between martial artists and mages, let alone just martial artists. Logically, the distance should have been more than enough for combat; martial artists aren't mages, they don't have that much area-of-effect damage, and the fighting wouldn't involve the spectators. But Kui's attack... was simply astonishing.

Himura Tan's body flew nearly a hundred meters before crashing into the wall. But that wasn't the end of it. He smashed through the thick wall of the arena, completely embedded in it. A chilling scraping sound rang out—the sound of Himura Tan's flesh tearing against the wall. The force of Kai's attack still dominated Himura Tan's body.

Finally, the terrifying sound stopped. Hisumura Danza was stuck in the wall; he wasn't completely thrown out, but rather pierced through the entire wall of the arena.

"!"

"That guy... he wasn't killed, was he?" Jiu Yi asked, his scalp tingling. He felt that if he had been hit like that, he would definitely be dead. Although Hishimura Tan's strength was much stronger than his, her frail and delicate figure inevitably gave people the feeling of low defense and low life.

“If you were hit like that, you would definitely die. Let alone being hit like that, if you were stuck inside a concrete wall, you wouldn’t be able to exert any force and you wouldn’t be able to get out.”

Nephalem spoke up, showing no respect for Jiu Yi, but before Jiu Yi could react, he narrowed his eyes and said, "But if it were him..."

The organizers were also alarmed by the attack, but before the medical staff carrying the stretcher could enter the arena, a chaotic burst of sword energy shot out, piercing through the huge cage. Smoke and rubble flew out, and as the smoke and dust filled the air, a dusty hand viciously grabbed the gap in the edge of the wall.

It's Himura Danzakura!

His usually spotless cherry-colored ronin uniform was now covered in dust and blood, making him look particularly disheveled. But the frenzied sword energy and his act of crawling out both indicated one thing.

He didn't want the fight to end there!

Swish-!

Without exchanging a single word, Himura Tanzaku transformed into a streak of light, her sword becoming a series of overlapping phantoms, like a peacock spreading its tail, as she slashed towards Kui!

That strike came too fast, too suddenly. Ninety-nine percent of the people in the arena thought that Hishimura Tan's attack had already defeated him. But not only did he not lose, he launched a counterattack in an instant.

Hisaura Tan's sword flashed, drawing out dazzling and breathtaking sword lights. His inner energy was altered by his cultivation technique, and the cherry-colored sword light lingered in the air for a moment, leaving behind some afterimages. Countless sword lights were arranged in a crisscross pattern, dreamlike and illusory, with a unique beauty.

But beneath this beauty lies immense danger.

No one could see Hiyomura Tan's movements clearly. The cherry-colored sword light was like a sacred domain, completely surrounding him and Kui. The sword light swept past like a whirlwind, seemingly doing nothing. But streaks of blood appeared on Kui's body, bursting open and flowing freely, reflecting the marks left by the sword light. In the blink of an eye, Kui was covered in blood!

"...Nephalem, if you had taken that hit just now, would you still have the strength to fight back?" Jiu Yi stared at the arena, the scene before him was astonishing. Logically, this should have been the time for the audience to cheer, but the stands were completely silent, everyone holding their breath, waiting for the outcome of this battle... In their hearts, this was the highest level of confrontation in the world!

“If you ask me if I can do it, I’ll definitely say yes.” Nephalem gave his answer. He was saying yes, but anyone with normal emotional intelligence could understand that he was saying no.

Shen Jiu was with Shen Xin at this time, and was also among Ying Qin Guan's group. She couldn't see her, but she still secretly cast glances at her.

“I can feel… he’s happy.” She spoke, her voice pure, like dew on tender branches in spring, so pure that it evoked no guilt. “Perhaps he’s also looking forward to a battle like this… He’s been walking for many years for my mission. But I still don’t understand what he wants to do. He seems interested in everything, yet indifferent to everything. Perhaps, he just longs for a simple battle.”

These words made Shen Xin feel ashamed; this was a fate that she and her sister should have shared. But she gave up and ran away, while Shen Jiu always remembered and continued to act.

Shen Jiu seemed to notice Shen Xin's thoughts. She smiled, gently stroked Shen Xin's head, and whispered, "Shen Xin, you don't need to think like that. Everyone has their own choices. There is no predetermined fate in this world, only predetermined choices. This is your choice, and I'm happy for you."

【"yes.."】

Shenxin only showed such gentleness in front of Shenjiu, a quality that even Nocturne could not replace, giving Ying Qin Guan a strange feeling. No matter what the future holds, Shenxin will surely persevere. Because she possesses a childhood capable of healing everything, which will endow her with an indestructible heart.

Ying Qin Guan thought of Zhong Hongyu again; he hadn't seen her for the past few days. But he could roughly guess her condition. He'd heard from Nefertari that Nineteen Xiu had sponsored Zhong Hongyu and even helped her deceive Zhong Hongyu's mother—of course, this was for the mother's good. But this was truly cruel to Zhong Hongyu; she was still at an age where she needed comfort, yet she had to shoulder all this and find ways to appease others.

What has enabled her to get to where she is today?

Ying Qin Guan was unaware that he too had once harbored an indelible and powerful belief, transcending life and death, and governing his mutilated body. But that powerful belief only briefly graced him; it all ended quickly. And so he lived on in this state of confusion, perhaps only during that brief night in Xinyang City did that belief return to his body, giving him a feeling of invincibility.

He had a strange feeling that one day, that belief would return, supporting him to complete a battle that no one else could fight. But what battle in this world could possibly be one that no one else could fight?

Ying Qin Guan looked up and saw a large patch of dark clouds drift by, obscuring the sun's brilliance. The shape of this cloud was peculiar; from a distance, it looked like a giant dragon holding the sun in its palm.

Dust filled the air, and the wind began to pick up.

Chapter Forty: An Unchanging Melody, An Eternal Destiny

Himura Tan Sakura.

A man shrouded in mystery.

He emerged out of nowhere, winning all the way to the finals with overwhelming force. Before that, hardly anyone had even heard of him. It would be a lie to say that you weren't curious about his past.

Some time ago, some even suspected that he was the nameless swordsman from Southern Qin. But this speculation quickly disappeared. First, the past of Himura Tan's character was dug up, which was easy to do, unlike Southern Qin, where the country was destroyed and its people perished. Even if one wanted to find the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin, there would be no way to do so. Second... the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin should be stronger.

That's for sure; Ying Qin Pass is much stronger than it was two years ago. But if he were to face the Jue Tian Army again now, his chances of winning would still be less than 40%. Even if he won, it would be a mutual destruction, just like the Sword Saint facing the Nephalem. Even if he won, he would still die. But back then, he not only won, he also survived... How incredible is that?

No matter what outsiders think, it has no effect on the two people who are currently fighting.

Himura Tan's desire for victory was something that seemed within his grasp for a long time. Every master, before encountering another master, believes himself to be unique, invincible, and unparalleled. Himura Tan's, Ying Qin Guan's, Ji Fen Ming's, and even Wang Qiu Shui all thought this way.

But now, he craves a victory.

One more game...and then another one!

On this never-ending mountain climbing journey, no matter how high the people at the top have climbed, you have to go and witness it for yourself.

so..

The Nine Martial Arts of Heaven and Earth? Arrows Blow Through the Wind!

Hishimura Tan's internal energy surged, a fierce wind blew, and the sharp internal energy tore open Kui's skin. The violent internal energy was everywhere, trying to penetrate Kui's skin and achieve the effect of hard-core internal injury.

Kui's expression finally changed slightly. Even when he was hacked to pieces and covered in blood, his expression hadn't changed like this. His previous injuries seemed terrifying. But he... and even Ying Qin Guan and Fei Cun Tan Ying understood that they were just skin and flesh wounds that looked scary.

This attack, however, truly caused him considerable damage. The needle-like internal energy pierced his body, directly slicing through his internal organs. Although Kui's internal organs were incredibly resilient, they were ultimately a vulnerable part of his body.

"Very good... I probably couldn't beat you when I was your age."

Himura Tanzaku chuckled and said, "Such words are meaningless. When he was my age, I could beat a thousand of him with one hand."

Kui was slightly surprised; he only knew Ying Qin Guan's identity, but not his specific years of martial arts training. However, this surprise didn't last long. He calmly replied, "The Travels of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin?"

"I didn't expect you to watch that stuff too!" While chatting happily with Kai, Hishimura Tan's actions were anything but hesitant. Another swift and ruthless strike left a horrific wound on Kai's body.

But beside this horrific wound, many of the previous injuries were now healing at a visible rate.

The fleshy sprouts rolled and the muscles contracted... many small wounds healed almost instantly.

"I pass the time this way when I'm bored," Kai said calmly, suddenly seizing upon the flaw that Hishimura Tan's attack had revealed—a flaw that wasn't really a flaw. Why wasn't it a flaw? Because Hishimura Tan's thinking was still stuck in his old habits; he lacked experience facing an enemy like Kai, and he unleashed a strike that, in theory, should never have been taken head-on. But Kai had actually withstood the strike, and then... struck him with his palm.

From top to bottom, it smashed Himura Danzai directly into the already cracked ground!

In that instant, it seemed as if the earth itself trembled!

Ying Qin Guan, who had remained silent since the start of the battle, finally drew his conclusion.

"ended."

Yes...it's over.

In the end, Kui didn't give Himura Tan's character many chances. He had given many others chances before, such as the Sword Saint, allowing them to fully integrate their essence, energy, and spirit, entering a state of oneness with heaven and earth for a desperate strike. But in the end, he didn't give Himura Tan's character such a chance. Perhaps Himura Tan's character had even stronger killing moves, but he couldn't use them at this moment.

There aren't that many perfect battles in this world, where both sides use all their moves and go all out, and then one side finally falls. There aren't that many battles without regrets. More likely, one side was under too much pressure before the battle, didn't sleep well, and held their ground for a full thirty seconds before revealing a weakness and being instantly killed.

So all the hardships of these decades, every night spent staying up until dawn, became fodder for the conversations of wandering ghosts.

Therefore, the Sword Saint was lucky; he truly used all his strength and had nothing left. As for Himura Dan Sakura... he still had some road ahead of him.

The medical staff, who had been preparing to go, rushed onto the arena and carried Himura Tan's body up. Kai's blow was quite powerful, and Himura Tan's body was knocked deep. When he was carried out, it was clear that he was no longer able to fight, which meant that the World Martial Arts Tournament had officially come to an end. The champion was indeed the only surviving martial arts master in the world... Kai.

only..

Someone sighed softly:

"It seems there's still something left to do, something unsatisfied with."

That's for sure.

Because this final battle was realistic enough, but not exciting enough.

It's like two movies about business warfare: one involves planting spies, scheming, manipulating the media, and controlling stocks; the other involves having someone steal the company seal. While the latter method is undeniably effective and realistic, I didn't go to the theater to watch you steal something!

But this battle is indeed over, and the outcome is as it is. Whether you accept it or not, there's nothing you can do about it.

unless..

unless..

Kui remained standing in the arena, unmoving. He had many frightening injuries, all inflicted by Hishimura Tan's Sakura, but none of them seemed to be of any consequence.

He had already won, and logically he should have left the stage, but he never did.

He was looking in one direction, as if waiting for something.

Soon, people noticed Kui's gaze, since he hadn't bothered to hide anything, and they followed his gaze...

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Ying Qin Guan stood up. His expression was calm as he dusted off his clothes. After a moment's thought, he turned to Nephalem and asked, "Won't going up like this cause you trouble?"

The "you" here actually refers to the Seven Luminaries. The Nephalem have always been the bridge of communication between the Seven Luminaries and Ying Qin Guan, and the Seven Luminaries have indeed treated Ying Qin Guan well over the years. Therefore, this question was asked, and those who do not know the inside story would think that Ying Qin Guan was really just asking the Nephalem.

Nephalem gave a wry smile and said, "If I say I can, will it make a difference?"

Ying Qin Guan smiled slightly but did not answer.

He stepped forward, flipped over, and jumped off the great arena, heading towards the leader.

Struggle...struggle!

An unchanging melody, an eternal destiny!

There should be another chapter early this morning.

—As the title suggests, but this section is too long to finish. It's a mix of verbal sparring and physical combat, and I certainly won't skip over it like other battles. I'll be writing quite a bit about it. To prevent a repeat of the last incident, you can leave it for a bit. Anyway, this volume is almost over.

One hundred words.

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