Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

A weapon capable of covering the entire globe and destroying a mega-capital province with a single shot—if such a weapon were activated...

Mu Nandong's gaze fell once again on the black box containing "courage".

To activate the apocalypse, the anti-detached field must be manipulated to prevent it from covering the apocalyptic base. In other words, alchemical equipment would be useful in that apocalyptic base.

Courage was a weapon created to kill the Progenitor. It consisted of two parts. The first part was to restrain the Progenitor's movements. At that time, Mu Nandong didn't know, or perhaps no one could be certain, that the Progenitor could be resurrected. Therefore, the most difficult aspect of dealing with the Progenitor was its unpredictable nature. Although its movement distance wasn't as far as Wang Qiushui's, they didn't even need a moment's incantation; it was truly instantaneous. Therefore, the first part of Courage was to restrain the Progenitor's movements.

The second part serves the function of a regular weapon... used to kill the progenitor.

If one can kill the progenitor, then one can naturally destroy the apocalypse as well.

But..

There are too many problems.

How do I get to the Doomsday Base? What if I encounter trouble along the way? What if the other side doesn't use the Doomsday Base immediately? Then I'll be walking into a trap. Even if I manage to infiltrate the Doomsday Base, this weapon must be used directly on the core of the Doomsday to be effective. The Doomsday is 420 meters long, rooted in the ground, and weighs 150,000 tons. If I don't attack the core, it's like scratching a thorn.

There are countless problems like these.

In the past, the only ideal scenario in which I could play a role was if the doomsday base fell, and the other side could actually control the anti-separation field and immediately plan to activate the doomsday... But the probability of that can only be described as tragic.

So...should we go?

No matter how you look at it, it's impossible to act at this time. If we fail, everything will be...

His gaze swept across the area, pausing slightly on the black box.

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"Where--"

In the spacious and bright corridor, the clown, dressed in an ill-fitting suit, tiptoed like a ballerina on stage, muttering exaggeratedly to himself. Suddenly, he turned around and banged open the doors around him, as if he were drawing a lottery.

Inside the room was a woman. The clown's sudden opening of the door and his appearance—as if he could travel to India on a shoestring budget and escape unscathed—caused the woman to scream. Then, as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt a sudden wave of nausea, bent over, and vomited, spilling her intestines and internal organs all over the floor in a bloody mess.

The clown looked regretful, gracefully closed the door, and apologized.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am, you've come to the wrong door—"

The moment the door closed, a heavy thud was heard from inside the room.

The clown tiptoed forward, opening door after door... He didn't always succeed; once, he was even punched and ended up with a black eye. But when he closed the door, no one could chase after him.

Finally, the clown reached the end of the corridor and stood before the door of the last room. "This must be it..."

"It's been a long time. This time, no one's fallen from the sky..."

The clown tidied his appearance, pulled at the corners of his mouth with two fingers, as if kneading clay, making it stretch to his ears. He maintained this expression and opened the door.

It was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Encounter

The arrow is on the string, and it must be released.

Compared to Darius, Eddard had no experience fighting against a peerless master... well, you can't really say that, he had fought Ying Qin Guan. But he was instantly killed in that battle, and it wasn't a life-or-death fight, so the pressure he felt couldn't be compared to a life-or-death battle. Coupled with his innate personality, it's not surprising that he could adapt to the situation faster than Darius.

Himura Tanzaku slowly drew his katana, his movements slow and heavy. Despite being a slender boy like bamboo, he exuded a suffocating sense of oppression. There are many things that can suffocate people: power, wealth, status. But in essence, they are all just appendages of violence. Nothing in this world is more suffocating than pure violence.

"It seems that you two are about to make a rather irrational choice... Well, if we're talking about irrationality, I'm not qualified to judge others."

Zheng—

The kodachi was fully drawn, its cold gleam reflecting the eyes of Himura Tanzaku.

boom!

With a sudden explosion, a torrent of crimson gold roared as Darius made his move. To be fair, being in this line of work, he hesitated and was timid before the battle. But once he started, he was no pushover. Accompanied by a simple syllable, the crimson gold torrent surged forward, flashing lightning ready to explode at any moment. Truly a warrior of high budget; whether it caused any damage or not, the fight was undeniably much cooler.

Himura Tan's body remained steadfast, advancing forward and slightly shifting its position to allow the crimson-gold torrent to glide past it. A flickering spark touched a strand of his hair, instantly incinerating it to ashes. Himura Tan's low internal energy and low health made him destined for this extreme high-pressure fighting style.

This fighting style is a classic double-edged sword. It could allow him to defeat Ji Fenming with stats far inferior to Ji Fenming's, but it could also lead to a Waterloo. However, it's clear that this Waterloo won't be brought upon him by Ed and Darius.

Ed and Darius hadn't coordinated much before, but as top-tier fighters, they still had a certain level of understanding. After Darius missed his first attack, Ed stepped forward to provide backup—Darius, as a magic warrior, had a weakness in most of his skills: a long recovery time.

Hishimura Danzai moved with ethereal grace, closing in on Ed in the blink of an eye, her katana drawing a crescent moon. In a daze, Ed saw an endless expanse of the underworld, and a ferryman, whose face he couldn't make out, was rowing towards him!

As a self-taught fighter who came to the sport later in life, Ed didn't have any standardized formulas or fighting methods in mind. Faced with the attack from Himura Tan's attack that made his hair stand on end, he didn't hesitate. He did a very unseemly split on the spot and sat down on the ground in a perfect split. His movements were so standard and swift that even girl groups would feel their hips hurt and men would feel their balls hurt.

Hishimura's slash grazed Ed's hair... Ed's reaction was undeniably quick. Although Hishimura also swiftly changed her move, switching from a horizontal slash to a vertical one, she was clearly a step too slow for Ed. He unleashed a powerful hand chop, striking Hishimura's knee from the side. If that strike landed, it could break Hishimura's leg.

That's how martial artists are: high offense, low defense. Back then, Ye Jiaofang and Ying Qinguan fought for a long time, with 99% of their attacks hitting the inner energy barrier. But even that 1% of the attacks was too much for either of them to withstand.

At the same time, Himura Dansaku heard a short syllable... it was Darius, he was chanting again.

Of course, he only 'heard' it, not 'saw' it. He didn't have time to 'see' what skill Darius used at the moment, but for Himura Tan's sake, just 'hearing' it was enough.

Himura Danzao remained unfazed, her katana continuing to fall. Below her, Ed was a madman; at worst, Himura Danzao would lose a leg. Ed, however, might lose most of his life in a single blow, unless the attack severely stunned Himura Danzao. Otherwise, he could be instantly killed. Yet, his expression remained unchanged... Each of them, impeccably dressed and seemingly respectable, turned into lawless ruthless thugs in a fight.

But at the crucial moment of the battle, Ed felt a tremendous burning sensation behind him, and he was startled... If it were Kui here, he would have been able to figure everything out in less than a thousandth of a second—it was a consciousness slash. Hisumura Tan's consciousness slash had misplaced the positions of Ed and Hisumura Tan in Darius's eyes, thus misleading Darius to attack in the wrong direction.

But not everyone can think as fast as Kui, and Ed didn't have time to think it through; he could only react instinctively.

He had no time to weigh the options further, so he had to abandon the attack that was within reach and instead release his inner energy to force a displacement.

Releasing inner energy can be considered a youthful version of "No Leaking Wind." However, "No Leaking Wind" is a true divine skill—instantaneous, low-cost, and incredibly powerful, capable of blocking and deflecting almost any attack. Releasing inner energy, on the other hand, has high cost and can barely block anything. Aside from being somewhat instantaneous, it has no other advantages. But even such a flawed skill has its uses.

A barely noticeable recoil force pushed Ed away before the flames and the katana arrived from behind, allowing him to escape the perilous situation. However, the cost was obviously severe, as his internal energy was greatly depleted.

Hisumura Dan's response was much more composed. He calmly sheathed his sword, shifted his body, and dodged Darius's attack—after all, it was an area-of-effect attack. Although Darius was aiming at "Himurura Dan" in his eyes, he actually included both of them, just one in front of the other.

Himura Tanzaku, wielding a katana, did not rush to attack. If it weren't a life-or-death battle, the fight should have ended by now. Darius lacked resistance to the Consciousness Slash due to his profession, and Ed was backstabbed by his teammate. He forcibly released a large amount of internal energy in a short time, but before he could take any damage, he was already half-crippled. If it weren't a life-or-death battle, there would be no need to continue at this point.

“I have no intention of committing further killings... You two can stay here with one arm and one leg each.”

Himura Tanzakura approached, sword in hand. In modern medicine, losing an arm or leg isn't an irreparable injury—Ji Fenming's case was the most outrageous; he was injured like that, yet he miraculously revived within days of being pulled out of the water—that speed was somewhat exaggerated. However, firstly, Ji Chaoge possesses more advanced technology, and secondly, he's using a mechanical body. Although the recovery is faster, it doesn't restore him to his peak condition, so it's a trade-off.

Hisumura Tan's decision to cut off one of their arms and one of their legs was to temporarily disable most of their fighting ability. He couldn't let them go, nor could he keep them in good condition with him, hence his choice.

Ed's face was grim; he was far from being unable to fight. But Hisumura Tan's arrogant words made him think he had them cornered. After a brief exchange, he realized this wasn't arrogance, but rather Hisumura Tan's normal announcement of what was about to happen, and her expectation of their cooperation, or else she wouldn't hesitate to kill them without mercy.

"Is this the end...?"

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Meeting

Boom boom boom!

A rapid, urgent knocking sounded at the door.

The homeowner was a young man in his twenties. He stood some distance from the door, glancing out through the peephole. He didn't dare get too close, fearing that the person outside might pull out a sharp object and pierce the peephole, thus harming his eyes and head as well.

But being so far away, he couldn't see anything clearly outside, so he moved closer... and discovered that it was his college classmate, his best friend from back then, standing outside the door.

He immediately felt relieved and hurriedly opened the door, asking, "What's wrong? Why aren't you home at this hour? Why are you looking for me?"

"Stop waiting! Our country is in trouble... Kalia, come with us. The Doomsday Base has probably been attacked, and the alchemical equipment has malfunctioned. This is the time for us martial artists to shine."

This young man was originally named Kalia, and like his classmate, he was once a student in the martial arts department of a university within the City of Truth.

Kalia's expression changed slightly... Not everyone could realize that this incident involved a super boss like Ji Chaoge leading an alien race to launch a war capable of sweeping the world. But the idea of ​​a coup was quite obvious, or rather, easily recognizable. While the City of Truth wasn't as internally chaotic as the Holy Alliance, it also wasn't as internally stable as the Seven Stars, Ice Lemon, or Morgan. It wasn't surprising that this incident was being speculated to be a coup.

However, the scale of this "coup" is quite large, and it didn't even take political steps but relied on armed violence, which seems abnormal no matter how you look at it... But it's difficult to guess the truth behind it, so I'd rather believe it was a coup.

"Are you serious..." He pulled his old classmate into the room and lowered his voice, "Did you see those people wandering the streets? They're street cleaners. This is a coup d'état that seized power by violence. The mastermind behind this is using this method to warn us not to interfere!"

The classmate was very excited, his eyes shining, and said, "That's precisely why we must not let power fall into their hands! If this is the case now, what about in the future?!"

"...Don't overestimate your abilities." Kalia appeared very calm. He said, "What can we do about a cataclysmic upheaval that sweeps across the entire City of Truth?"

"If you think this way, if I think this way, if everyone thinks this way, our motherland will fall into the hands of traitors in an instant!"

"...Sorry, I'm not going, it's too dangerous."

"Kalia!"

"If you insist on going, I won't stop you, but I don't want you to die here. It's dangerous to go out now, so stay in my room."

"...Fine, I'll go myself."

The classmate didn't say anything more. He opened the door and left. Kalia observed the situation outside the community from the window. The Scavenger found the classmate. After a fruitless exchange, they started fighting. Not long after, he lost a friend forever.

Such scenes are unfolding throughout the City of Truth. Too many people have sensed something unusual about this event and are trying to take action. Some have fallen at the first step, while others have overcome numerous obstacles and sensed the aura of a massive conspiracy.

"cough.."

"What's wrong with this city..."

Wang Qiushui finally arrived in the city, and was immediately shocked by what she saw; it was practically a ghost town. But she soon learned that the city hadn't become a ghost town. Rather, people were all staying inside buildings, unwilling to go out, and those who did venture out wouldn't let others easily find them.

It was like turning reality into a horror game. The Cleaners were monsters, randomly spawning, while the buildings were safe zones—you could hide inside and avoid their attacks. The malfunctioning alchemical equipment turned the City of Truth into a chaotic mess. Otherwise, the martial artists and mages Ji Chaoge had summoned from all over the world wouldn't have been enough to suppress the city; to put it bluntly, they'd drown it with a single spit. But at this moment, no one had that kind of prestige or cohesion. Even if they did, like P.E., he couldn't spread his influence through broadcasting.

In the end, this situation has arisen.

Wang Qiushui had roughly figured out the situation... Her mind was a bit confused, and her thinking ability was somewhat affected. But since she knew a lot, she didn't make any major mistakes in her judgment.

"In other words... he's attacking the Doomsday Base right now."

Once again rousing her drowsy body, Wang Qiushui uttered two short syllables, leading her to the doomsday base west of the City of Truth.

The doomsday base was already a scene of utter devastation.

Ji Fenming launched a direct attack, defeating several first-rate and two super-first-rate fighters. One was killed in battle, and the other fled in disarray—this was already devastating enough. However, this wasn't the end of it. There were also some demi-humans within the Doomsday Base. Ji Chaoge had previously used methods to transform some of them into members of her own race. At the crucial moment, she manipulated these people to backstab them, wiping out all the mages who were trying to block Ji Fenming. Coupled with the infiltration of the Three Souls, the Doomsday Base was in complete disarray. Due to the deviating force field, it couldn't even activate the Doomsday self-destruct device.

The massacre lasted a long time. The doomsday base was vast, and these elite soldiers were tenacious and resolute in their resistance. Even though the battle had become one-sided, Ji Chaoge still expended considerable effort to eliminate them.

Ji Chaoge walked calmly into the doomsday base, making his way to the main control room... The alchemy equipment was malfunctioning, so the door couldn't be opened. He then smashed the security door in front of him with a single punch, revealing Wang Qiushui standing listlessly behind it.

"I knew you'd come here..."

Wang Qiushui seemed to want to appear even more composed. But her body betrayed her; she coughed violently, and blood stained her handkerchief.

Ji Chaoge was followed by the three souls. He waved his hand, signaling the three to step back, and then walked into the room.

He walked with a composed gait and smiled:

"I thought you were dead. I haven't heard from you at all."

"These are the words I should say..."

Looking for Qiu Shui's response, she couldn't understand Ji Chaoge's sarcasm because her mind was still foggy. "You used to always play the disappearing act on me, now I'll play it on you too. How does it feel?"

Unfortunately, those flirtatious glances were meant for the blind.

Ji Chaoge had time to strike poses and play mind games, but Wang Qiushui didn't. She went straight to the point, hissing, "Wenren..."