Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Perhaps we shouldn't speculate about a goddess, but does this beautiful woman possess the power to irreversibly rewind time for the entire world?!

Regardless of what everyone had in mind, Cain continued speaking.

"You defeated me, and that woman summoned the Existence Butterfly, intending to annihilate all of my existence. But at the last moment, I activated Void Ascension, abandoning everything, accelerating myself to near the speed of light, rushing into this door, and using the information within to replenish myself..."

Cain looked around and smiled:

"So many years have passed... I have finally been awakened. But when I woke up, I was a stranger to myself. What am I? I'm afraid even the goddess doesn't know the answer. But none of that matters."

"The important thing is, you came to kill me, and after explaining your reasons, you were about to take action, but at that time, I actually..."

"I don't feel wronged."

Chapter Sixty-Six: The Ceremony Fails

If everything Cain said is true, then he was inexplicably targeted by the God of War and a woman who appeared to be his lover before he had even done anything. To be targeted and killed for such a bizarre reason is enough to warrant a lament like "The Injustice to Dou E," yet he claims he doesn't feel wronged.

There probably won't be a third reason for saying this.

Because that's exactly what he would do. Even though it hasn't happened yet, he clearly understands what he's going to do. It's a strange mindset and way of thinking, like a murderer who hasn't killed anyone yet. But suddenly someone comes up to him and says, "I know you're going to kill someone, and I'm going to get rid of you first." A normal person would definitely deny it, saying, "I didn't, I didn't do it." But he readily admits, "I didn't die unjustly."

“I am very grateful to you, God of War.” Cain’s smile gradually faded. He said, “Although your purpose was definitely not to turn me into what I am now, I have indeed undergone a sublimation of my life because of it. How should I describe myself now? Mythical creature, void creature, I am not quite sure myself. You just mentioned a good name, the Ring of Truth. I believe that I am now a part of the truth.”

Feng Yunke was silent for a moment, then said, "I am no longer the God of War."

“I know, but there’s no difference between the two of you.” Cain smiled. He couldn’t possibly have any intelligence sources to know that Feng Yunke was an immortal worm, so he could only assume that Feng Yunke really had some kind of trick up his sleeve.

Shenxin frowned—like the clown, from the moment the other was summoned, Shenxin had no control over it, which was within her expectations. What was even more unusual was that the other didn't consume Shenxin's power. After being summoned, it had already become an independent entity. This, while not entirely incomprehensible, was acceptable, since it didn't need to drain her blood.

What bothered her was what the other person was saying, as there was a certain logical inconsistency in it.

"Forming Lines in the Void" is a very special spell. It involves multiple stages of incantation. Accelerating from zero speed to 20 km/h requires one incantation, and from 20 km/h to 80 km/h, another incantation is needed, and so on. Once ten times the speed of sound is reached, the incantation remains unchanged until it stops; as long as it is repeated, acceleration can be achieved. However, with continuous acceleration, the magician's body gradually collapses. Therefore, sometimes, to cast this spell, it is indeed necessary to sacrifice something.

Body, genes—everything can be discarded as long as the spell continues, and nothing will happen. But the moment you stop, you realize that besides the magic circuits and magic power reliant on the void, you have nothing left. And the final stage of this spell requires changing the incantation, drawing upon information and genes from your surroundings to replenish your body.

So here's the question...

Without a mouth, vocal cords, or vocal organs, how can you sing?!

— Shenxin believes that the other party's ability to not chant was acquired by completing their own information behind that door, and was not something they were born with.

Unless, at the moment the other person stopped, they managed to keep their mouth shut, then another problem arises: he said he accelerated himself to near the speed of light...

Even if only the most basic vocal organs are retained, the magic power required to accelerate to near the speed of light would be astronomical, far beyond what humans could possibly possess.

Historically, magicians who aspired to become mythical beings relinquished everything about themselves—including their mouths and magic circuits—transforming themselves into a state of emptiness, devoid of mass, information, thought, and meaning. Therefore, an attempt was made, spending three years conducting numerous experiments to calculate his magical power, acceleration formulas, acceleration states, speed, and potential variables. Ultimately, he calculated that when he chanted at a fixed rhythm, he would exhaust his magical power at a certain point, forcing him to exit the void state.

He arranged for a mage to meet him there, to chant the final part of the spell for him. Only in this way could he complete his information in the final stage. And his maximum speed was only one-fifth the speed of light. Cain's approach couldn't possibly be one-tenth or one-twentieth the speed of light, could it?

In other words, either Cain was holding back, or he was lying, and the Divine Heart could see through him. But doing so now would only bring harm and no benefit; she wanted to observe further... She had a suspicion that something behind the Gates of Hell was helping him, though it was hard to say what it was. But since the Beauty could travel through time and space to nip Cain in the bud, other mythical creatures and primordial alien races should also be able to do something.

Ye Jiao glanced at Feng Yunke out of the corner of his eye and said, "It seems you're planning to settle the score they leveled against you back then."

Cain chose to answer questions with questions, which is also a kind of answer.

He smiled and said, "Are you planning to stop me?"

Faced with a question that could potentially cause the two sides to fall out, Ye Jiaofang gave an unexpected answer.

"Who knows? It depends on my mood."

Cain was slightly taken aback, but the clown beside him burst into laughter upon hearing these words.

"Hmm..." After a brief pause at the beginning, Cain quickly came to his senses and smiled, "An unexpected idea. I hope you can have that freedom, but it seems that more effort is needed at the moment."

Cain spoke, glancing at the door. Ye Jiao knew he was referring to his own ritual. The progenitor possessed the highest degree of freedom in the world; the other meant that Ye Jiao should become the progenitor first before discussing these matters with him. However, it was clear that Ye Jiao's ritual was destined to fail, so he said that more effort was needed.

Counting the time... my own ceremony is actually nearing its end.

Ye Jiao looked up, but there was still no movement from the iron gate. According to the original ritual, this should be the time when the remnant soul of the Red Emperor returned... So he really didn't die?

The problem was indeed with the resurrection method... The Red Emperor resurrected ahead of time.

Ye Jiaofang's last hope was dashed, but he was not discouraged. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, circulated his internal energy, and the huge iron gate began to gradually dissipate. This was a symbol of the end of the ritual. The clown was torn apart by a huge force and was about to be swallowed up.

Creatures summoned by a medium will also disappear when the medium disappears.

"Oh... I forgot."

The clown scratched the back of his head and greeted Ye Jiaofang.

"Sorry, sorry—I thought that entrance was so cool, so I committed suicide back then. I think I have to go back now, so I can't help you. Be careful. Running away shouldn't be difficult for you. I've helped you so many times these past two days, so I'll skip the last one, haha..."

In the blink of an eye, the clown was sucked into the huge iron gate.

—This guy was an absolute beast as a teammate. That man sent him to help Ye Jiaofang so that, in the worst-case scenario, Ye Jiaofang could escape with the clown's help. But the clown not only performed utterly useless maneuvers, but also ended up killing himself.

Ye Jiaofang remained expressionless, his thoughts unreadable. The surrounding space began to distort, threatening to shatter and send everyone back to the real world!

Including... Cain!

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Keep Him

Cherry blossoms in full bloom, in the far east.

The enormous pillar of light gradually dimmed, indicating that the ceremony was about to end. The group of people were all a little nervous, afraid that Ye Jiaofang, who had some strange phenomena, would walk out of the ceremony with a pile of corpses behind him. It wasn't that the ancestor would have any strange phenomena, but if he had any abnormal phenomena, it would basically be confirmed that he had succeeded. For example, if he came out with red eyes, the military would think that Ye Jiaofang had a high probability of inheriting the fate of the Red Emperor.

As the pillar of light gradually dimmed, everyone finally saw the scene inside... Shenxin ran incredibly fast, and the instant the pillar of light disappeared, she grabbed Yu Xietian, Nephalem, and Atuoshe and ran away. But this action exhausted her last bit of energy; after moving, her mind was reeling. That vampire clown was truly outrageous, disgusting not only her teammates but also the enemies.

In the arena, Hiyomaru Tansaku and Feng Yunke still managed to maintain some fighting strength. The two of them vaguely formed a siege formation, flanking Ye Jiaofang, who stood in the center, from the left and right. Shi Jie, on the other hand, was exhausted and chose to retreat temporarily. He had a connection with a mythical creature, and when attacked, he did not consume internal energy or life force, but rather something similar to stamina. Now that he had come out, he relaxed and could barely hold on. Before fainting, he hurriedly left behind the words, "The Ancestor is not dead, Ye Jiaofang has failed," without even having time to explain Cain's identity.

At this point, Cain was the most puzzling figure for the military.

He had long, silver-white hair, and the tattoos on his body had a strange, demonic quality. His clothes were tattered, his upper body was naked, and he only wore a simple pair of shorts on his lower body, yet he was handsome and looked like a slave being enslaved by an ancient nobleman.

Cain looked around, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and amazement. This was the far east of Cherry Blossom, on the edge of the city, naturally not very prosperous. Yet, it still deeply impressed Cain. In his time, the best houses were mud huts built with magic. But here, the tall, orderly houses, the smooth roads... he felt as if he were in another world. His feelings at this moment were even more awe-inspiring than when Ying Qin Guan first arrived at Seven Luminaries.

"How many years have passed...it's unbelievable."

Cain sighed, then turned his gaze to Shenxin in the distance. He recognized her as his descendant, the one who had summoned him. But he didn't care. Over the long years, he had given up too many things. He wouldn't be angry at Ye Jiaofang for dismembering him, nor would he feel any special affection for Shenxin just because she was his descendant... Everyone was the same; no one was any different.

Of course, except for her.

Cain, now a mythical being, naturally had time to lament this and that. Ye Jiaofang, however, had no such inclination. He had already prepared to fight Ying Qin Guan again, and had been deliberately conserving his inner energy during his previous battles. But now that Ying Qin Guan hadn't appeared, the ritual had failed, and he had been teleported back here, with the clown having been given away for nothing, if he didn't leave now, when would he?

But Piece wanted to keep him.

Leaving behind a martial artist like Ye Jiaofang is an incredibly difficult task. But P.S. believed that anything was possible, and his side boasted arguably the most formidable lineup in history. Although the hope remained slim, if they didn't try, were they simply expecting Ye Jiaofang to die of old age?

He caused such a huge commotion this time. How many people were mobilized to deal with him? We finally managed to hold on until now, and you failed. Now you're just going to pack your bags and walk away?

There is absolutely no such logic.

P.S. had been keeping track of Ying Qin's itinerary and knew he would arrive soon. Therefore, P.S. decided to take a gamble... he desperately wanted to keep Ye Jiao there.

After leaving that space, everyone's headphones connected to the magic network. But there was no time to explain what had happened inside, because the battle had already broken out again.

Breaking the silence of the night were two bullets that pierced the darkness, silently and suddenly shot out from the shadows towards Ye Jiaofang. But even Wang Qiushui's instant-kill bullets, which gave people less than one nine-hundredth of a second to react, were ineffective against Ye Jiaofang. Let alone this one, he didn't even bother to waste his inner energy in such a place. With just a slight turn of his body, he dodged the two deadly bullets.

At the same time, the terrifying sense of aura he had developed through countless battles and trials over the years allowed him to clearly feel the flow of air around him. This enabled him to clearly sense the direction of the bullets without even looking. Then, the gunshots finally arrived, becoming the last piece of the puzzle. Ye Jiaofang, expressionless, turned around and threw two hidden weapons from his sleeve, accurately taking the lives of two ace snipers.

Everything happened in an instant.

Ye Jiaofang possesses an incredible sense of qi. Without even looking, he can determine the direction of his opponent by following the direction of the incoming bullets. This is a divine skill that he has honed over countless hours. Similarly, he also has the ability to control light. He can use his inner energy to distort light and airflow to achieve the effect of an ancestor. But in reality, these are all techniques used by martial artists.

Throughout the long years, he never gave up his pursuit of martial arts, mastering all kinds of martial arts. Ye Jiaofang, a martial god-level figure, is a purer martial artist than Ying Qin Guan and the God of War.

brush!

Thanks to the previous conversation between Cain and Ye Jiaofang, Feicun Tanying regained some internal energy, and Fengyunke also showed signs of a final burst of energy. After Ye Jiaofang instantly killed two snipers, the two rushed towards Ye Jiaofang together.

However, Ye Jiaofang at this moment was no longer the Ye Jiaofang of before. He was determined to leave and had no intention of conserving his inner energy. His powerful inner energy poured out, vast and mighty, like an inverted Milky Way, making people breathless.

He ignored the attacks from Hiyomaru Tan's sister and Feng Yunke. The difference in strength between them was simply too great. Even with his eyes closed, Ye Jiaofang could sense the location of their attack based on the direction of the airflow. He could then cover that location with an inner energy barrier. Even if they knew where Ye Jiaofang was going to attack, they might not have time to cover their own inner energy barriers. This was the overwhelming power brought about by absolute strength, which was difficult to eliminate.

Hishimura Tan's sudden change in fighting style startled the two, who had been deliberately on guard against Ye Jiaofang's change of tactics. However, Ye Jiaofang's change was too hasty and too thorough, and when a stronger enemy chooses to exchange blows, those with weaker abilities usually have no choice.

The attacks from both sides landed on each other almost simultaneously—Ye Jiao's attack was a little slower, while Feng Yunke and Feicun Tan Ying were coordinating with the sniper's attack.

Their attacks struck Ye Jiaofang, hitting his inner energy barrier. It was clear that while Ye Jiaofang's reaction speed and ability to mobilize his inner energy were sufficient, the time was too short. The barrier was shattered by their combined strength. However, they were also exhausted and unable to advance further. Ye Jiaofang then countered with a swift strike, easily severing their hastily erected inner energy barrier. This single strike nearly severed their bodies!

Although both Feng Yunke and Fei Cun Tan Ying were out of health and mana, Ye Jiao Fang's ability to decide the outcome, even life and death, in a single move was truly astonishing.

Just as everyone was thinking, "Is this the end?", Shenxin, who was on the verge of fainting, forced herself to open her eyes. In her dazed state, she heard a sound, and to verify it, she opened her eyes.

In the distant night sky, a tiny black dot is tearing the firmament apart.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: I'll End It All

(PS: 29 missing)

Not only Shenxin, but everyone else noticed as well. Cain gazed upwards with great interest, marveling at the speed and flight ability of this metal lump. In his memory, even pterosaurs couldn't fly that fast.

Too late...

This idea arose in the mind of the god.

Yes, it's too late. That's Ying Qin Pass, there's no mistake. But it's too late. Ye Jiaofang has already shattered the defenses of Feicun Tanying and Feng Yunke, leaving them in a state of near death. With his strength, he will disappear without a trace in less than three seconds. He can use optical and thermal invisibility, and modern alchemical technology simply cannot see through his disguise. Before long, he will disappear into the vast sea of ​​people in Yingman.

Shen Xin suddenly realized... This was the last, and only, chance. If they missed it, the whole affair would end inconclusively. Even though Ye Jiaofang had failed, he had still managed to fool everyone and release Cain, this troublesome figure. If they wanted Ye Jiaofang to pay the price...

Her mind was hazy, and the sounds around her and the world before her eyes were becoming blurry. This was due to the excessive drain on her energy caused by the clown forcibly sucking her blood.

But... if the story ends here, what about the wound the older sister suffered?

Shenxin took one last look at her little blackboard, on which several spatial spells were recorded. She didn't have time to calculate whether it was enough, and slammed her hand down on it.

She was going all in, determined to gamble once more.

Shenxin's body disappeared, and Nephalem was barely in a state of consciousness. He didn't know where she had gone, and Yu Xietian didn't go to check, but he knew where Shenxin had gone and what she was doing.

"Shinshin...you've always been someone who refuses to give in or accept fate. You've been like this since you were little. Such tenacity must make life very tiring."

Yu Xietian raised his head and looked up at the dark night sky.

"How long must this endless cycle of suffering continue...?"

In the sky, Shenxin continuously unleashed spatial magic, teleporting constantly, his supersonic fighter jet moving at incredible speeds. However, landing was a major problem; in the time it would take to land, ten Ye Jiaofangs could have run away. Therefore, Shenxin repeatedly used spatial magic to reach high altitudes, attempting to bring Ying Qin Guan down—a recklessly audacious act.

Although she saw the supersonic fighter jet, given its speed, it would be incredibly difficult for Shen Xin to precisely teleport into it using spatial magic. It would be like trying to catch a bullet fired with her eyes – something only a fleeting glimpse would do. For Shen Xin, it was simply too much to ask.

Fortunately, Shenxin wasn't entirely an ordinary person. In a fleeting glance, she gleaned some information about the supersonic fighter jet, confirming its altitude, its distance from her, and its speed at that instant.