Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

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Fu Feihan has always used a sword!

As they realized this moment, the world before them suddenly shattered, and the two souls each channeled their inner energy to unleash their strongest attack on each other.

They all wanted to stop this move, but as the saying goes, a move made with all one's might is destined to be unstoppable.

Fu Feihan stood to one side, his mind hazy. His control over light was far inferior to Ye Jiaofang's, and his internal energy was being greatly depleted. Coupled with the repeated use of Consciousness Slash, which forcibly drained a large amount of internal energy, he was now on the verge of his limit. If this move couldn't defeat these two, he would be finished.

He held nothing back, unleashing his final burst of inner energy, his sword flashing across the battlefield.

Ji Chaoge's three top-tier heroes were thus defeated by a single player.

Chapter Seventy-Three: Fear

"With you...?!"

The Red Emperor's pupils were bloodshot, and every move he made stirred up a storm of blood. His attacks were particularly fierce. Ji Fenming's fighting style was among the most violent of all martial artists. But in front of the Red Emperor, he was nothing more than a small fry compared to a big fish.

"You want to beat me too?!"

It's no wonder the Red Emperor made such a statement. Generally speaking, the progenitor and the non-human races of their own lineage have an absolute hierarchical relationship of suppression; the non-human races are absolutely no match for their progenitor. However, the Red Emperor has suffered repeated setbacks at the hands of the Ji brothers, and his temper is quite flared. He could easily bypass Ji Fenming and go directly to Ji Chaoge. But in his temper, he insists on fighting Ji Fenming to the death here.

Ji Fenming remained expressionless, his pupils equally bloodshot, while the Red Emperor was seething with rage. But frankly, it was simply that as the progenitor, he had acted recklessly, and things hadn't gone as he expected. Hence his extreme anger. If he weren't the progenitor, calling him a giant infant wouldn't be an exaggeration—but in reality, that logic doesn't hold. The reason he had such a temper was precisely because he was the progenitor; when it came to using his fists, he didn't need to think.

Compared to the Red Emperor's anger and anxiety, Ji Fenming's situation was truly one of deep-seated suffering and hatred. His parents were killed when he was young, and the city where he lived was massacred. His older brother, who had no emotional reaction, ran away, leaving him alone. He was more like an orphan than an orphan. Later, he traveled all the way to the present and found Ji Qiuming. Then Ji Chaoge suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Just when things were about to get better, the Red Emperor appeared.

After killing Ji Qiuming, he even attempted to kill Ji Chaoge.

How could we let the Red Emperor pass like this... Although Ji Fenming's face was expressionless, his scarlet pupils had already revealed the boiling killing intent in his heart.

Fist, palm, fingers, claw.

The two exchanged blows one after another.

A shorter weapon is more dangerous. In long-range combat, one usually leaves room for maneuver. If one uses only a fraction of their strength when striking, even if their attack is countered, they can still deplete their inner energy and build an inner energy barrier. However, close-quarters combat is different; it's always the most dangerous. Because, apart from freaks like Ying Qin Guan who possess an incredibly fast inner energy gathering speed, others, unless prepared beforehand, simply don't have enough time to rebuild their inner energy barrier after it's been broken. In other words...

Close-quarters combat is the easiest way to inflict "effective damage," and modern martial artists can end a fight with just one effective strike.

From this perspective, Ji Fenming is undoubtedly at a disadvantage. Even if he lands a hit, he can't kill the Red Emperor instantly, and if the Red Emperor lands a hit, he will be crippled if not killed.

But... perhaps it was fate playing tricks. Ji Fenming was currently in a unique, explosive state characteristic of the Rebellious Ghost race. This racial talent, inherited from the Red Emperor, had now become Ji Fenming's trump card against him. In this state, all of Ji Fenming's attributes were enhanced, making him much more adept at breaking and countering attacks. So far, the Red Emperor hadn't been able to inflict any effective damage, and had even taken a few hits from Ji Fenming himself. Although he hadn't suffered any major problems thanks to his ancestral physique, the scales of victory were indeed beginning to tip in Ji Fenming's favor with his burning heart.

Damn it!

The Red Emperor shouted angrily, but he was unable to break through the defense. He had not yet recovered to his true peak. Many of his abilities were unusable. He had some means that could help him win, but he could not use them. He was also suppressed by his opponent in micro-management. This feeling was really infuriating.

Ji Fenming's face remained calm, but the raging fire in his chest had already spread throughout his entire body.

Of the three Ji brothers, the other two were born Rebellious Ghosts, but frankly speaking, they were all just developing in the direction of 'survival', degenerate beings who lost the racial talents of Rebellious Ghosts, and subjugated 'Rebellious Ghosts'. Only Ji Fenming, only Ji Fenming, was the true Rebellious Ghost. A sensitive heart that could erupt at any time was what a Rebellious Ghost needed.

It wasn't 'surrender,' but 'outburst.'

They would not yield even to their own ancestors.

Ji Fenming stepped forward, his scarlet pupils burning with a world-destroying ferocity.

The Red Emperor's heart skipped a beat, and his relentless attacks paused for a moment; Ji Fenming's aura was simply too suffocating.

"Why do I have to fight him to the death..."

The thought suddenly arose in the Red Emperor's mind, uncontrollable and indelible. He knew in his heart that this was proof of his fear. Those eyes, eyes that came from his own power, he understood better than anyone what kind of emotions were hidden behind them, and thus he was afraid.

"Am I...afraid of him?!"

As the progenitor, he possesses an astonishing speed of thought. Even Ying Qin Guan, when fighting Ye Jiao Fang, who was of the same level, could only rely on instinct. However, when fighting against someone of the same level, the Red Emperor has time to think. Although it is far less than that of Kui, it is enough to give him a huge advantage... provided that he actually uses this time to think about things related to combat.

—In this precious time that both Ying Qin Guan and Ye Jiao Fang desired but could not possess, the Red Emperor was... thinking all sorts of random thoughts.

"Am I afraid of him? I decided to kill him from the start. But just now, I uncontrollably had this thought, that it might be okay to spare him and go find Ji Chaoge... No, impossible, how could I be afraid of a foreign race of my own lineage? But that color... I've never seen it before, the determination in his heart... No! It's Ji Chaoge's method, he just underwent some idiotic modifications!"

"Yes! It's not that I'm afraid, it's the residual consciousness of this body, Ji Qiuming, who doesn't want to see me kill his brother. That's influencing me... How could I possibly be afraid?!"

It's hard to imagine that someone at this level would need to give themselves psychological counseling during battle to strengthen their fighting will... But that's normal. A long lifespan and great power don't always bring corresponding mental fortitude. Precisely because their previous life was too smooth and they were omnipotent, when they faced real danger and the sense of superiority accumulated over the long years was shattered, they became even more out of control.

"Quiet down... We already agreed, didn't we? The body is mine. You're just like your older brother, a liar whose words are as good as farts!"

It's unclear whether the Red Emperor was afraid and used Ji Qiuming's words to shift the blame, or whether Ji Qiuming's will hadn't been completely extinguished and was influencing the Red Emperor's fight. In the next few moves, the Red Emperor was forced to retreat step by step and was completely suppressed by Ji Qiuming. This became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"This won't do! We can't kill him like this. We have to make a choice. Let's spare him and kill Ji Chaoge first!"

Chapter Seventy-Four: A Prodigy

Chapter Seventy-Five: Bestiality

Chapter Seventy-Six: A Desperate Charge

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Fighters

Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Final Negotiation

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Always Silent

Chapter Eighty: Eternal Fear

Chapter 81 Endless Hatred

Chapter 82 A Long Battle to the Death

Chapter 83 Exploring the Acupoints

Chapter 84 Transformation of Power