Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Number 451 chose to stop and turned around. When the humans over there saw his appearance, their expressions changed drastically. Before Number 451 could react, the group of people became agitated.

"That's him! Seize him! Kill him!"

Battle God Chapter 10

The Earth Mother Goddess was entangled by Xun Jiang that day, allowing Number 451 to escape. However, she did not give up. Number 451 displayed a new power that greatly intrigued her. Therefore, she issued an order for all humans and other races within her territory to search for the whereabouts of Number 451.

The Earth Mother used a very crude technique of shifting the blame: she drew a portrait of number 451, spread it around, and commanded that humans must also find him, or else every so often a portion of humanity would be killed.

Clearly, this shifts the conflict between her and Number 451 to the conflict between humans and Number 451. The method used is extremely crude and easily seen through. But it doesn't matter; the method itself isn't about being crude or not, but about whether it works. Even in modern times where education is basically widespread, such crude techniques can still be quite effective, let alone in this chaotic era.

...Incapable of hating the 'nobles,' incapable of hating the 'ancestor,' so you can only hate your compatriots who have done nothing wrong. Why don't you just die?

With this in mind, the villagers took action, raising their hoes used for tilling the land, sticks they had picked up from anywhere, and filled with anger, they surrounded them.

What's terrifying isn't that they knew it was wrong but had no other choice, but that they genuinely hated Number 451 and wished him dead. The former implies making a helpless compromise for their own lives, while the latter...

Number 451, of course, had no idea what had happened. Seeing the villagers suddenly rushing towards him, he was utterly bewildered. He had been severely injured by the Earth Mother Goddess; in later times, he would have recovered in a month. But in this chaotic era, there were no established methods for internal energy healing. His injuries had persisted, and his internal energy, unleashed to stop the dinosaur-men, was now experiencing a backlash. Furthermore, he hadn't anticipated humans attacking him, and caught off guard, he was struck on the back of the head with a hammer.

Martial arts practitioners can be divided into modern and ancient, and if we want to be more specific, there is also the modern era. Each of the three has its own advantages, but their disadvantages are the same.

That is... 'low defense' 'fragile'.

The situation will be better for future martial artists, as their inner energy barrier can be used as an invincibility frame. But as I said before, everything is still in its early stages.

Even though he was still recovering from his serious injuries and suffering from the backlash of his internal energy, Number 451 wouldn't be knocked down by such a blow. He would just feel dizzy for a moment. In that moment of dizziness, more people rushed up and surrounded him, beating him with sticks until his head was bleeding profusely and he looked quite disheveled. By the time Number 451 regained consciousness, the two dinosaur-men had also recovered. They slapped away the humans who were attacking Number 451 and slapped him back... hitting him squarely.

The alien race's attack power was far beyond that of humans. Number 451 was sent flying, his brain spun, he struggled a few times, and both new and old injuries flared up at the same time. Finally, everything went black and he passed out.

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When Number 451 woke up, he was in a cage, his body tightly bound, and covered in injuries. Every time he tried to move, he was in excruciating pain.

He was caught.

Even the Earth Mother couldn't capture him alive; when she issued the order, she only intended to escalate the conflict between him and humanity, hoping to incite him to act irrationally. But in the end, the one even the progenitors couldn't capture alive was captured in this way...

Number 451 remained silent.

Before the cage, a middle-aged man stood guard. His eyes were dull and numb, and only when he saw number 451 did a hint of hatred appear on his face.

"My son died because of you."

Number 451 wanted to ask a question, but a wave of exhaustion washed over him, and he shut his mouth again.

A moment later, a young man came to the cage. He talked with the middle-aged man for a while about changing shifts. The middle-aged man handed over his position to him and left.

After confirming that the middle-aged man had left, the young man approached the cage and asked, "What did you do?"

Number 451 wasn't incapable of responding, but he was exhausted and ultimately chose to remain silent.

"You looked quite surprised when you were attacked. It seems you don't know why you were attacked, but we did receive orders from the 'nobles' to find you or randomly kill a few unlucky people. Now, I'll tell you why you were attacked. You might as well tell me what you did."

The young man had excellent observation skills and noticed the doubt in Number 451's mind. Although he didn't explain it in detail, Number 451 still understood, which made him want to confide in him.

"I went to the territory of a nobleman... and because of some special abilities, I was targeted."

"you alone?"

"I'm all alone."

"Through the Monster Forest?"

"Yes."

"Relying on those special abilities?"

"Yes."

The young man was extremely interested in this, and he had already guessed it. After all, Number 451 had subdued the two dinosaur-men as soon as he appeared, and had also demonstrated superhuman resilience—in the eyes of martial artists, all martial artists were fragile compared to their output. But it also depends on what you compare them to; compared to ordinary people, they were incredibly tough.

He asked, "Can you tell me about it?"

So Number 451 chatted with the young man for a bit about internal energy... He had a premonition of his end, and at the same time saw the glimmer of hope that internal energy could bring. He hoped to pass this down... but unfortunately, he couldn't.

He was just a fifteen-year-old boy, uneducated, growing up in an incredibly impoverished environment, lacking both material and spiritual resources. His language skills were severely limited; the concept of acupoints didn't even exist in this era, and his awakening points were entirely self-created. But their exact location could only be understood intuitively, difficult to articulate.

The young man gave it a try, but quickly realized that he couldn't learn it himself, and most likely he couldn't teach others to learn it either.

"What a pity... I was thinking that even if you died, perhaps some spark would remain. But now it seems that you have no choice but to live."

The young man took out the stolen key, opened the cage, and quickly unlocked the shackles of number 451.

"What...what are you doing?!"

Number 451 was still in a daze, completely bewildered, while the younger people were extremely quick and efficient.

"I was going to say, 'Then just die peacefully and pass on this skill,' but I don't know if you held back or if I'm just stupid, it looks like it's impossible to learn, so..."

The young man's eyes were bright, staring intently at number 451.

"You have to live, no matter how many people die because of it."

The End of the God of War Chapter

(P.S. I've just finished paying off all the fees. The main story and the side stories are all completely finished. My new book is already in preparation and will probably be released in early June. See you then.)

"You...you're going to let me go?"

Number 451 was shocked. He said, "If you let me go, you, and your tribe—no, if what you're saying is true—then all of humanity under this noble rule will probably be..."

"So what?" the young man asked calmly, retorting to number 451, "If someone dies, they die. Who can escape death?"

"No..." Number 451's mind was in complete disarray. He said, "I mean... why did you let me go? You had absolutely no reason to do that, did you?"

The young man still didn't answer number 451, but instead asked, "Why would you tell me the secret of inner energy? There's absolutely no reason to do so."

Number 451 was slightly taken aback.

Yes, why did he tell the young man the secret of his inner energy? He could have taken it all to his grave... No, to put it another way, it might have been the key to his survival in the hands of the nobles. By telling someone, his chances of living decreased. But when the young man came to ask, he still told him...

Why? Number 451 didn't think too much about it at the time, but the answer had always been in his heart.

"My ultimate goal is the same as yours." The young man's voice remained calm as he worked to remove the shackles from Number 451. "Subconsciously, you hoped our ultimate goals would align. That's why you told me this secret. Similarly, I've decided to let you go... Of course, I'd prefer to face all of this myself, regardless of who lives. It's just that you're now being targeted by a powerful noble family. To live, many people will die, and the noble will continue to hunt you down. Compared to that, it's better for you to die, for me to secretly learn this, and then live. But since I haven't been able to learn it, then you have to live."

The young man's voice was calm, his eyes were bright, and he spoke without any restraint, as cold as a demon.

Number 451's voice was very deep.

"Many people will die."

"Let them die."

"They don't want to die."

Nobody wants to die.

"Actually, I could have kept them alive."

The young man continued working, only sighing softly, "I never expected that at this point, I'd have to provide psychological counseling..."

His eyes were cold as he spoke again.

"Your idea was wrong from the start. It wasn't 'you can keep them alive,' but rather 'the nobles want to kill them, and if you want to save them, you have to die.' But the problem never ends there. Even if you sacrifice yourself and die, it won't make a difference. Because the nobles can still take all of our lives, every moment, whenever they want, whenever they're willing, with just a thought! We'll all die! All of us!"

"Your dedication, your death, have all been meaningless!"

"The crux of the matter is never about whether you live or die, but about the fact that the nobles possess the power to crush us; they can control our lives! This renders all sacrifices and risks meaningless! And to break this meaninglessness, someone must step forward..."

Do you think I am that person?

"I don't know if you are that person. You might be, or you might not. But if I don't let you go now, then you definitely aren't. So, I bet you are."

Question 451: "What if you bet wrong?"

"Then I hope we can bet right before we go extinct."

Number 451 had never seen anyone like this before. The immense enlightenment that came rushing towards him completely overwhelmed him, leaving him deeply shocked.

He kept moving and was nearing the end; the chains on number 451 were almost completely removed.

"Now, I bet you're that person. I only have one life, one chance, and I hope I can win. Many people will die because of this. But don't blame yourself. You must find out who the culprit is. Don't blindly sacrifice yourself; that will only allow the tragedy to spread endlessly. Besides, you will definitely encounter a lot of betrayal and scorn, from your enemies or the people you want to save. Don't take it to heart. Remember, always keep your eyes on the finish line... That will give you courage, strength, determination, and willpower to support you forward."

Number 451 whispered, "Perhaps you are a more suitable person..."

He hadn't talked to the young man for long, but he already sensed that the other person might be a better fit. He felt that Number 451 was inferior to him in terms of his immense determination and courage.

“I think so too,” the young man said, his expression unchanged. “But I couldn’t learn it, I couldn’t even understand what you mean by internal energy. And yet, it’s the core of everything, so it has to be you, it can only be you…”

Finally, he removed all the shackles from Number 451 and said to him, "Go, and hurry. The journey ahead will be long and arduous. But no matter what, hold your head high and be proud."

Number 451 stood up and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to come with me?"

“There’s no need.” The young man shook his head and said, “With my abilities, I simply cannot survive in the Monster Forest. In your current state, it will be difficult for you to even protect yourself, let alone protect me. Besides, if I let you go, the nobles will definitely unleash their fury. Handing me over might save the rest of the village… Of course, if not, there’s nothing we can do. But don’t think it’s your fault; all the blame lies with the nobles.”

Number 451 emerged from his cage, the gentle moonlight casting a long shadow.

The young man remained in the dark cage. When number 451 looked back, all he could see were those eyes, which were almost too bright.

He said, “If you doubt yourself, feel that you are wrong, or feel that you should die, then think of me. I am the one who is determined to die for you. The meaning of the dead is given by the living. If you feel that you lack the courage to move forward, then think of me. Don’t let my death be as light as a feather.”

Number 451 said softly, "I swear I won't do that."

The young man finally smiled.

"Very good... Let's move forward with that in mind."

Number 451 has departed, but with an indelible belief and will.

The young man remained quietly in the cage, waiting for dawn, waiting for death.

The night was very long and the cold was chilling, but he understood one thing.

"No matter how long the night, dawn will eventually break..."

The young man gazed in the direction where number 451 had left. He actually had some things left unsaid, but there was no time; time was of the essence.

“I know some aristocratic language. Those people created a new word, I think it’s called ‘name’, which is used to address each other. It seems to have the same meaning as our ‘number’, but it also seems to be completely different. I think you should have a name so that everyone knows that such a person exists.”

"Unfortunately, you can't hear me anymore... What kind of name should you have?"

"It refers not only to myself, but also to all like-minded people with the same goals... We may fail. But someone will always take up the banner, this shared 'name'..."

After a moment, the young man seemed to have found the answer and laughed to himself.