Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Then comes the calculation.

She found herself high in the sky, surrounded by cherry blossoms, with the howling wind filling her ears, so fierce it seemed to tear everything apart. Her body felt an endless descent, her vision blurred, and her brain throbbed with pain, yet her heart was at peace like never before.

She felt it... The efforts of tens of thousands of people on this trip to Cherry Blossom, her sister, Fengyunke, Himura Tan's Cherry Blossom, Nephalem... everything they all gave was already on her side.

It all depends on whether my next teleportation will be able to reach the interior of the supersonic fighter jet.

If it's possible, then great; if not, then all is lost.

Shenxin had never felt so peaceful. The whole world seemed to have become silent. She closed her eyes because she knew that with her dynamic vision, it was impossible for her to detect a supersonic fighter jet.

As for the ears, they can't be trusted at all. That's why the martial arts world can use the technique of locating objects by sound, but the fantasy world can't.

At that moment, Shenxin seemed to revert to her ancestor, the one lying in bed, unable to speak, hear, or see. An indescribable, profound realization arose in her heart, as if a voice were telling her...

"It's time."

This was a voice from the depths of the heart, like the earnest teachings of a gentle young man. The divine heart followed this voice and used this spatial magic that decided everything.

The world turned upside down in the next moment. Without hesitation, Shen Xin opened her eyes again and found herself inside a supersonic fighter jet. She had succeeded, but felt no joy. Because she knew she was meant to succeed; bearing all of this, there was no reason for her to fail.

Ying Qin Guan was right behind her, and he put his hand on her shoulder.

"Take me away." Ying Qin Guan's voice was calm, yet carried a strange power. "I knew you would come. Thank you for your hard work... Leave the rest to me."

Shen Xin had her back to Ying Qin Guan, so she couldn't see his face, nor did she have time to turn around and look at him. Time was more precious than gold. She sensed something strange in Ying Qin Guan's tone, but she didn't have time to think about it too much; a feeling of relief welled up inside her.

Yes, all of this is finally coming to an end!

From their invitation by Feng Yunke in Qiyao, to their arrival in Yingman, their commission by Huo En, the discovery of the secret from Yueming, the slaying of Shen Jiu, and the commencement of the ritual—everything about them seemed like puppets on a string of fate, manipulated to complete this drama. But the injustice was that even at the very last moment, it still ended in a tragic conclusion; Ye Jiaofang could still come and go as he pleased.

Using spatial magic in quick succession, they rapidly approached the ground. Shen Xin arrived too timely and decisively; Ye Jiaofang was still unable to escape... He was about to face the greatest challenge of his life.

The two landed smoothly, catching Ye Jiaofang red-handed. Shen Xin lost all her strength and was about to collapse to the ground when Ying Qin Guan caught her. The moonlight shone through, but Ying Qin Guan's face was backlit, so Shen Xin still couldn't see his expression. But Shen Xin knew that her mission had come to an end.

She choked up. The feeling of being swept up by fate and losing herself along the way was something she didn't want to recall. It was like a huge whirlpool, and she had willingly stepped into it to break free. Now, it was finally coming to an end, and she had personally sounded the horn of counterattack. At this moment, she really wanted to shout, "Let's end all of this!"

But she was mute and couldn't say anything.

This is a kind of predetermined curse. Whenever he thinks of this, an overwhelming sadness wells up in his heart. Why is it that at this time, after trying so hard, he can't even say a word he wants to say?

However, Ying Qin Guan seemed to hear the words in Shen Xin's heart. He remained calm and made his promise.

"Fine, I'll end this."

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Please Instruct Me

After setting the divine heart aside, Ying Qin Guan glanced around and saw Fei Cun Tan Ying and Feng Yun Ke being carried away, their fates unknown. Only after scanning the area did he finally raise his head and look at the protagonist of this incident, Ye Jiao Fang.

The other person looked very different from when he last met him. He was dressed in a purple chivalrous outfit, with a slender figure and the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind. He was handsome, but the indifference in his eyes ruined his appearance, making people feel fear in their hearts.

This must be his true appearance.

The strongest martial artist in ancient times began practicing martial arts at the age of eighteen and is now nearly a thousand years old. He has been practicing for over nine hundred years, never ceasing his pursuit of martial arts excellence. He has a pair of crimson-purple pupils and an eternally indifferent expression, disregarding everything in this world.

Since he arrived here, Ye Jiaofang has not moved again. He could still leave. With his strength, even if Ying Qin Guan arrived, he would not be able to stop him before he was severely injured. Even the current Ying Qin Guan would not be able to. In city battles, let alone a god-level expert, even if Hiyomura Tan's character wanted to leave, Ying Qin Guan might not be able to stop him. When they first met, Hiyomura Tan's character only hesitated for a moment before disappearing without a trace.

But... Ye Jiaofang didn't leave.

"I thought today's battle would be delayed by trivial matters," Ye Jiao said calmly. "I didn't expect that after several changes, you would still come."

Ying Qin Guan said, "I once thought that perhaps I wouldn't come."

"But you still came."

"Yes."

"Because you had no choice but to come?"

"wrong."

"Because you wanted to come?"

"Yes, but not quite right."

Ye Jiaofang seemed to be deep in thought. He stood opposite Ying Qin Guan, facing the moon. Ying Qin Guan was backlit, and with his body slightly turned to the side, he could not see Ying Qin Guan's face clearly.

"You seem a little different from a few days ago."

“A few days ago…that feels so long ago.” Ying Qin Guan stepped forward and took out a sword case from behind his back.

Perhaps for Ye Jiaofang, it was just a few days ago. But for Ying Qin Guan, it felt like a distant past life. He had only been in Qiyao for a little over two years, and the memories of Nanqin already felt like a dream. And now, five years had passed in the blink of an eye since he returned. He couldn't tell which side was the dream anymore.

Ye Jiaofang narrowed his eyes, guessing what tricks the clown had used. But he didn't care, and placed his hand on the black Tang sword.

Ying Qin Guan didn't come, so he wouldn't deliberately wait for him. Ye Jiao Fang and that man wouldn't wait for each other, so he wouldn't deliberately pursue a certain battle. As he himself said, not all stories can have satisfactory endings.

But since Ying Qin has come to the pass, he will fight. He will not wait or flee. He will do what is appropriate at the right time.

"It seems you've been through quite a while," Ye Jiao said calmly. "Now, are you sure you're in the right state of mind?"

Ying Qin Guan responded in a low voice, which carried a strange sense of unreality.

"Is this important?"

"When a challenge comes, you can only accept it, right? That's your mindset, at least that's how you demand of yourself." Ye Jiaofang paused slightly, then said, "My thinking is a little different. Only those who have the initiative can initiate a challenge. But what kind of person has the initiative?"

"The stronger party in this confrontation? The weak cannot refuse the demands of the stronger party? Is that the case? Yes, but not entirely."

"The weaker party in a confrontation, the stronger party, refuses the challenge from the weaker party. Is that right? Yes, but not entirely."

Ye Jiaofang's deep purple pupils were filled with indifference.

"So, who really holds the initiative...? The answer is, it's in the hands of the person who has nothing."

"Everyone living in this world inevitably has weaknesses. Family, friends, colleagues, superiors. Whether I am strong or weak, as long as someone refuses my challenge, I can attack their family and friends, cause trouble for them in the workplace, and break up their relationship with their partner. Then, they can only accept my challenge. The more a person has, the more they care about, the more weaknesses they have. In a real, decisive duel, they are at a complete disadvantage because they have no initiative at all."

Even so, he is much stronger.

Ying Qin Guan lowered his gaze and said softly, "What do you want to say?"

Ye Jiaofang smiled and said, "Do you think you have the initiative?"

Ying Qin Guan looked up and saw that Ye Jiao Fang had slowly assumed a fighting stance.

"Throughout history, only you and the God of War at their peak could possibly defeat me. But in this era, killing me is actually quite simple. The simplest and most brutal method is to unleash two Doomsday spells on Ouma, and I would be doomed. However, the military cannot do this because, while they may seem to have the support of the entire world when facing me, they actually have no initiative whatsoever. They cannot unleash a Doomsday spell on this place that would sink the entire island nation. You know why they don't do it."

Ye Jiaofang's expression was indifferent, but his eyes were sharp.

Let alone the apocalypse, most heavy firepower methods are inconvenient to use. Even the most ruthless regime would not open area-of-effect attacks on its own innocent people. Modern times are not ancient times. Unless there is clear information indicating that Ye Jiaofang inherited the fate of a passerby, and that one shot is fatal and he will never be resurrected, then perhaps someone would dare to defy the world.

Using heavy weaponry is only acceptable if it can evacuate all of Ouma's people; destroying the city is a reasonable price to pay. After all, the opponent might become the Progenitor, and the Progenitor has always been the greatest enemy of humanity, and even of other races. But the news from Bai Lian came too late; there was no time for a systematic evacuation.

"I'm telling you this not to resort to underhanded tactics. I haven't used such methods in the past thousand years. It's just that if you want to protect too many things, you can't exert your full strength. Wang Qiushui has already made this mistake once, and I hope you won't repeat it."

The saying always applies: urban areas aren't uninhabited plains. Besides, Ying Qin Guan and Ye Jiao Fang aren't ordinary martial artists; perhaps they can control their strength to avoid harming innocents. But that's like dancing with handcuffs and shackles—it's bound to end badly.

Ye Jiao gripped the black Tang sword and stared at Ying Qin Pass.

He stood ramrod straight, finally revealing a look of determination to fight, for he had said what he needed to say.

"Wan Daotan, Ye Jiaofang, please give me your guidance."

Ying Qin Guan remained calm as he took out Tian Fang and Sha Jue from their sword cases. Only now did he finally learn the name of Ye Jiao Fang's martial arts style.

He gripped the sword in his left hand and the knife in his right, and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

"The Exquisite Sword of Illusion, Ying Qin Guan, please enlighten me."

Chapter Seventy: This move, a legendary tale.

(PS 2-in-1, 28 missing)

The pitch-black Tang sword tore through the silence of the night sky, and a terrifying sonic boom erupted, announcing the start of the final battle.

Ye Jiaofang was the first to strike. His blade arrived before the sound even came, with almost no power or movement, only incredible speed.

There are countless methods and applications of raising animals in this world, but they all revolve around three aspects: "unstoppable", "unavoidable", and "unbearable". All of these can be overcome with speed.

Ying Qin Guan raised his killing blade, aiming it at Ye Jiao Fang. The two weapons clashed, producing an astonishing sound. A terrifying shockwave swept through the area, the strong winds blinding people.

Techniques, moves?

None of that. In their second encounter, both sides' first move was a simple and brutal test, probing each other's strength and speed. As for their thoughts after the test, they both likely knew what they were thinking.

Ying Qin Guan took a step back, but only used his foot to brace himself and quickly regained his balance. Ye Jiao Fang, on the other hand, took six steps back before he could barely steady himself.

"This power...?!"

He looked up sharply, but in that fleeting glance, he could only see a pair of eyes that seemed to be shining in the shadowy, backlit area.

He was quite certain that Ying Qin Guan's strength was not this level when they fought a few days ago. Although there hadn't been any drastic changes, only a slight increase, Ying Qin Guan's strength was already slightly greater than his own, and now it had inexplicably increased even further, almost to the point of being unbearable.

"...What did the clown show him?"

Despite his doubts, Ye Jiaofang was not afraid. He had roamed the world for thousands of years without encountering an opponent. He was only slightly shocked at the moment, but quickly recovered and drew his sword again, the blade emitting a strange purple light.

The Myriad Paths Talk? Destruction Slash!

This tactic isn't really suitable for direct combat. But after the initial contact, Ye Jiaofang realized that Ying Qin Guan's weapon couldn't keep up with their fighting style.

What is Ye Jiao holding in her hand?

The pinnacle of the alchemist Mingxuan Hou, a master craftsman of divine arts, is the world's most powerful individual weapon. Ye Jiaofang infiltrated the heart of the military and stole this peerless divine weapon. To date, no weapon has been able to rival it.

What about what Ying Qin Guan has in his hands?

The final work of Po Xiezi, the master swordsmith of Southern Qin... it was indeed a fine blade, and indeed a fine sword, perhaps even worthy of being called a famous sword. But that was all. Ying Qin Guan once wielded this pair of swords against the Earth Mother Goddess, defeating her when she was not in full strength, leaving her powerless to fight back. But this also left the sword in a semi-dead state, and Ye Jiao Fang immediately noticed this problem during the battle.

Ye Jiaofang was not some kind of benevolent man or woman who talked about fairness. He believed that once in battle, all factors could be used.

In essence, combat is about using one's strengths to exploit the enemy's weaknesses. Since Ying Qin Guan's weapon wasn't strong enough, that was the point to attack. Therefore, he unleashed this incredibly powerful, yet theoretically unsuitable-for-human, Destruction Slash. Because what he wanted to sever wasn't Ying Qin Guan, but his weapon!

This is Ye Jiaofang. In just one encounter, he found a significant weakness in Ying Qin Guan, a near-perfect hexagonal martial artist.

This also means that he is taking this duel with the utmost seriousness. Otherwise, he could have done so during their first encounter, but he didn't, and only made this choice now.

"You will attack my weapon."

Just then, Ying Qin Guan's voice reached Ye Jiao Fang's ears. Ye Jiao Fang didn't stop moving at all. As a human, he had too many weaknesses, including the speed of his thinking. Although Kui gave people a dull feeling, as an owl, his brain was incredibly developed, and his thinking speed was so fast that it was as if he had a time-stop cheat. But on Ye Jiao Fang's side, in a battle of this level, he only had time to figure out one thing.

—They were engaged in supersonic combat. Ying Qin Guan said this before the battle even began.

As for his purpose in saying that... if Kui were here, he might have time to figure it out.