Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"It's hardly a story," Feng Yunke said in a low voice. "It's just someone's shameless betrayal."

"Why do you say that?"

Feng Yunke gazed into the distance and said softly, "It's a cliché story: a poor boy falls in love with a courtesan, they pledge their lives to each other, but the opportunity never comes, and when it finally arrives..."

He slowly turned around, his pupils gleaming with a captivating light.

"Someone is no longer just someone."

".."

Shen Jiu understood Feng Yunke's meaning... The original host had once pledged his life to a courtesan, promising to elope with her once he had earned enough money. However, he never made any money. Later, probably due to gifts from his beloved, he managed to earn money through some means, but by then, he was no longer the same person he once was.

Having inherited the memories and obsessions of the God of War, he no longer dwells on his own gains and losses. His path ahead is fraught with thorns, making it impossible for him to walk alongside a woman who is utterly powerless.

So, in order to break with the past, or perhaps because Fengyunke felt that the courtesan who had lost her lover deserved to know all this, he eventually told the courtesan about it.

The person you know is about to pass away. He's already half a fighting god, and the Undying Worm virus is still eroding his body. Soon, he won't be himself anymore.

Shen Jiu was silent for a moment, then said softly, "That's why that beauty explained everything before giving the Undying Worm. The power of immortality, the memories of the God of War, and all the gifts of fate had already been secretly marked with stakes. Along with all of this comes a curse called the obsession of the God of War... Everyone will no longer be themselves."

"Yes.."

Feng Yunke responded softly, paused slightly, and then said:

"But... even if it's a curse, it's something I did willingly."

"Throughout history, generation after generation... let this curse accompany me to the ends of the earth."

Chapter Fifteen: I hope you can be by my side.

"Amazing, amazing!"

In a dimly lit room, two men, one blind in one eye and the other wearing an ill-fitting, comical suit, sit on either side of a desk. A hat sits on the desk, reflecting the cherry blossoms. In the scene, the man with deep purple eyes sits opposite Horn, his expression calm.

"He can do that too? That's impressive." The man clapped his hands and laughed, "Controlling someone with just a glance—could your ancestors have done something like that?"

The man in the ill-fitting suit, the clown, let out a grotesque laugh.

"Of course...at least I can."

"Then you are just as powerful as him." The man did not hold back his praise and exclaimed, "This kind of method is amazing no matter how many times you see it. Back then, I searched through the memories of the Red Emperor but could not find a way to brainwash people. In the end, I got the inspiration from him. In the words of martial artists, I really want to know how many mystical skills he has mastered and how he compares to your ancestor."

"That's completely different." The clown's voice rose, and with a grotesque laugh, he pointed a finger at the stiff-faced Horn in the image and the man with crimson pupils sitting opposite him. "That glance was actually achieved by channeling inner energy into this guy's brain to achieve precise control. Although I don't know exactly how it was done, there must be a reason behind it, there must be some logic to it!"

This is a major difference between martial artists and progenitors. A martial artist's skills, no matter how fantastical they may seem, are essentially qualitative changes caused by powerful internal energy; all of these can be explained by underlying principles. As for the progenitor's abilities... we can only say that some aspects have been explained scientifically, such as the progenitor's genes. But much more remains beyond the comprehension of even the progenitor himself, let alone someone like Mu Nandong.

The man said, "You mean, your ancestor's abilities are unreasonable?"

Hehehe..."

The clown did not answer, while the man continued to look at the screen.

The other party's choice was clever; they knew they couldn't find a suitable courtesan. So, they used someone else's son's descendant for help, which is understandable. However, this method is too crude, and the lie might be exposed. But it seems the two from the Yorozuya won't be able to contact the courtesan anytime soon, so that's not a big problem. A man could do a better job, but things are fine for now.

However, the skill he used made the man somewhat concerned.

As we all know, internal energy that is separated from the body for a certain period of time and at a certain distance is uncontrollable. Unless... internal energy is continuously supplied to maintain the internal energy channel.

But how difficult is it to continuously channel internal energy to complete such a precise action?

Hovering something at a certain height is not difficult.

Lifting an 80-pound weight is not difficult.

But lifting an 80-pound weight and suspending it stably at the corresponding height without any visible trembling... that's incredibly difficult.

But to everyone's surprise, the other party actually did it, exceeding the man's expectations.

"It seems I don't know him well enough..."

This made the man feel that no one understood him, and at the same time, he felt that he had never truly understood anyone.

Parents, siblings, subordinates, scheming business partners, even enemies...

Aside from himself, he didn't seem to really understand anyone else.

But... it doesn't matter.

"Because all of you are just..."

"A passerby."

-

That night, the sky was full of stars.

A black-robed man wearing a golden mask placed a bunch of frost flowers in front of an unmarked grave.

The one wearing such a golden mask is naturally Wang Qiushui. And the person she comes to commemorate is naturally Marquis Mingxuan.

Ling Shuang Ao is a flower that is not suitable for commemorating the dead, but it was the favorite flower of Marquis Mingxuan during his lifetime.

"Are you alright? I miss you so much."

Wang Qiushui's slender, thin fingers traced the cold tombstone, her voice mournful.

She was very tired.

That man who was blind in one eye was probably the most terrifying person in the world, without exception. Working with him, Wang Qiushui never had a day without being on tenterhooks.

She was exhausted. She had never needed to think about so many things before. Sometimes she would wake up from a dream and think about going back.

but..

She whispered:

"I can't turn back now."

"His research on anti-isolation is three hundred years ahead of the world. Now that the trend is set, he is bound to overthrow the world. The Red Emperor's legacy contains terrifying technology. I have read the fragments. He can really find the alien races hidden among the people. If I help him achieve unification, then he can accomplish the ultimate feat that no one has been able to achieve in thousands of years and drive out all the alien races in the world."

"Surpassing the God of War, surpassing the Beauty, surpassing the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin, surpassing the Alchemy Emperor... He can accomplish the ultimate feat of all time. He will be a cruel and tyrannical ruler, unpredictable and capricious. But compared to expelling the alien races, that's nothing. I see a glimmer of hope, and there's no turning back now."

If someone truly can expel other races, then that would be an unparalleled glory and achievement, surpassing all humankind throughout history, without any controversy.

"But... he is a person who cannot be trusted. I don't know how many secrets he has. He must have thought about killing me. He must have thought that a person like him, who has his sights set on the world, would not allow someone who could kill him at any time to live forever. I am still alive now, I don't know if it's because he is not confident or if he wants to use me."

"Immortality, I always felt that it was just a pie in the sky he was dangling at me. I really wanted immortality. But if he could really drive out the alien races, then I could do without immortality... But now, I really see a glimmer of hope."

Wang Qiushui sat down, leaning gently against the tombstone, as if finding a sense of support.

"He told me about the Red Emperor and even the method to replace the ancestral destiny... It's highly likely to be true."

"If my life has a perfect ending, it is to help him unify the world, drive out the foreign tribes, obtain the Red Emperor's remains from him, replace the Red Emperor as the progenitor, and live until he dies of old age. In this way, I will have no worries and will gain free and eternal life. Your dream and my dream will both be realized."

Wang Qiushui closed her eyes, and suddenly a light drizzle began to fall from the sky, each drop hitting her golden mask.

She recalled the past.

"You always wear your heart on your sleeve, which isn't good. This mask is for you; it will be more advantageous when you treat others this way. Of course, you don't need to wear it when you're with me."

"Because, in front of me, you can always be yourself."

Wang Qiushui leaned against the tombstone, murmuring as if in a dream:

"I wish I could achieve this ending, but even more I wish... you could be by my side."

Chapter Sixteen: Combat Style

July 7th, morning.

Fengyunke got up very early and was practicing his boxing.

Of course, this does not mean that the God of War is a martial artist who relies on fists and feet. The God of War is similar to Ye Jiaofang, who can use any weapon and does not favor any particular one. The environment the God of War faced at the time was too harsh and too special, so he used whatever he had on hand. He had no choice and could not choose.

The God of War's techniques originated from the wilderness, forming a unique system that differs greatly from the concepts of modern martial artists. Although the later Undying Worm, also known as Feng Yunke, lived for a long time, he did not improve upon them much. He only gained the God of War's memories and experience, but not his comprehension and talent. Furthermore, since each of his incarnations after awakening the God of War's memories was generally short-lived, he is still living off his past achievements.

—In the long span of thousands of years and hundreds of lifetimes, he was never able to recover to even 50% of his peak fighting god state, let alone change the way he used and nurtured the fighting god or even his combat philosophy. Every time, he set off in a hurry until his death, without ever having a moment to rest.

This is also why Feng Yunke admits he is no match for the hooded man. The other man is the complete opposite of him. He is proficient in all martial arts and is constantly improving. He has countless mystical skills hidden in his hands. He is practically a half-ancestor level figure. Moreover, his direct combat power is enough to kill an ancestor. He is among the top two and vying for first place among all the strong people throughout history. Compared to Feng Yunke, who is currently barely in the top five, he is not even in the same league.

It would be more like a true god of war had arrived.

However, in an environment like the Seven Luminaries, martial artists of the same level can only determine victory or defeat, not life or death. If they wanted to run, they would disappear in the blink of an eye. Even Ying Qin Guan struggled to catch Ji Fen Ming, who was a level lower. How much more so for the two of them, who were of the same level? Although Ying Man's situation wasn't as complicated as in the Chaotic Province, it was still a sizable city.

"Shall we exchange a few blows?"

Himura Tanzaku gets up very early. No matter the weather, whether it's the dead of winter or the sweltering heat, he always wears that cherry-colored ronin outfit with his chest open, and it never changes all year round.

Now, he invited Fengyunke with a smile, saying, "The environment here is not too small. We can practice our moves without using internal energy."

Using only techniques without using internal energy can be considered a form of intellectual combat. Martial artists rely on internal energy for 90% of their strength, so all battles that "do not require full strength and are subject to limitations" can be considered intellectual combat.

Feng Yunke nodded slightly and said, "That's acceptable."

It's basically a contest of techniques, a matter of who can touch their opponent first, and both sides have a pretty good idea of ​​who can reach them. Although there's no internal energy barrier, both sides know exactly when and where their internal energy can cover. If someone is hit a few times in quick succession and knows that their internal energy barrier can't hold up, then they've lost.

In other words, as long as you're stubborn enough to insist that your inner energy barrier wasn't destroyed or that your inner energy was covering it, you won't lose.

Furthermore, this kind of verbal duel heavily relies on the rules of both sides. Some attacks, not pursuing force, can actually be delivered very quickly. However, without internal energy, they have little power and are essentially forced attempts to hit, rendering them ineffective in actual combat. Using such attacks in this situation is meaningless, but one can stubbornly claim victory, which will lead to much controversy. Therefore, this is a type of verbal duel that demands strict adherence from both sides; they must be aware of their own limitations and are not allowed to feign victory.

Both Hiramura Tansaku and Fengyunke assumed a fighting stance.

After removing the influence of internal energy, the difference in physical abilities among martial artists wouldn't be too drastic. Feng Yunke's body isn't particularly strong. However, even among peerless masters, Himura Tan's physical abilities are among the weakest. While Himura Tan is definitely slightly stronger, it's still within an acceptable range and won't make the battle lose its suspense.

Neither of them used weapons, internal energy, or martial arts techniques. Therefore, fists and feet are not very lethal to martial artists; the goal is simply to hit the target. If they used weapons, it would be bad if something went wrong. With a major battle imminent, they didn't want to cause trouble for themselves.

"excuse me."

The Hiyoma Tan's school of martial arts is called Tenchi Kyubu, which is similar to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths of the God of War in the novel by Shounsen. Naturally, he is quite skilled in fist and foot techniques. Now, he suddenly reached out, his palm straight out, like a sharp sword stabbing towards Fengyunke's chest, wanting to have a heart-to-heart friendship with him.

Feng Yunke remained calm and dodged the attack by sidestepping.

The two exchanged blows, and after a few moves, Himura Tan's Sakura roughly understood the style of the God of War... or rather, the Wind and Cloud Guest.

It's very contradictory.

The God of War is a man who is afraid of death.

In battle, he wouldn't engage in attacks of dubious origin. This is understandable, because his opponents were primordial alien races, whose seemingly insurmountable, plot-driven skills were lurking in the shadows. Some of these attacks, though appearing harmless, could instantly kill you if intercepted. The God of War carried the weight of everything; naturally, he didn't want to die. At that moment, he knew he was the most incorrigible human being in the world. If he died, dawn would never arrive; therefore, he was the most afraid of death in the world.

The Undying Worm, also known as Fengyunke, is someone who is not afraid of death.

Of course, the Undying Worm possesses incredible regenerative abilities. Many injuries that are fatal to humans are nothing to it. Even if the lifespan of this body is exhausted, it will have another life... Of course, Feng Yunke respects every life and will not act recklessly, but this is reflected in his fighting style, which is that he is not afraid of death. Although this is a battle of wits and he is restraining himself, this style was still noticed by the perceptive Himura Tan's eyes.