Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The force was overwhelming, startling even ghosts and gods!

The stereotype of the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin is that he is skilled with swords. But unarmed combat is also a weapon that Ying Qin Guan quite likes, or rather, he rarely finds a weapon stronger than his own fists and feet.

The boy's expression suddenly turned indifferent, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he abruptly drew his knife!

fast!

Too fast!

Only a flash of cold light could be seen, and after a long while, the sound of the blade slicing through bone and cutting through flesh could be heard.

What incredible speed in drawing a sword!

Even if Sesshouin Kamikaze were here, he would probably be powerless against this strike.

The young man slashed out with his sword, striking Ying Qin Guan squarely in the neck. With one stroke, his head was severed from his body!

A head flew high into the air... Before the young man could even react to his own attack, Ying Qin Guan's body suddenly vanished before his eyes.

The headless corpse, the blood splattering from the decapitation, the flying head... all vanished without a trace.

He stared blankly as he looked up and saw Ying Qin Guan standing before Shen Xin, motionless.

What I just saw... was a consciousness slash.

"You're incredibly strong..." he chuckled lazily. "So I misjudged you last time. You saw things so clearly, to the point of being comparable to reality, able to see to this extent and launch a counterattack that seemed to kill me..."

"I, Ying, have lived for twenty-three years and have never met an opponent who could match me. I never expected to meet two such opponents today..."

"I am unworthy of such praise..." The young man sheathed his sword. Although his strength lay not only in his first strike, it was indeed his strongest strike.

Ying Qin stepped forward.

The boy's hand rested lightly on the scabbard once more.

"What you're seeing now, is it real or fake?"

What you see now is real, but what about the next second?

"When you draw your sword, I am real, but will the strike you make be real?"

"Oh.."

Ying Qin Guan stepped forward, intending to scare the other party again, but suddenly saw a flash of snow-white light. He abruptly stepped back, and the blade grazed his body and struck the ground!

Ying Qin Guan reached out and touched his chest.

His coat was ripped open, and there was a wound on his skin that said, "I need to go to the hospital right away, or I'll be in big trouble."

"Your words are far too numerous and lengthy..." The young man smiled and sheathed his sword. "I will not listen."

Ying Qin Guan stroked his chin and said, "I have a friend named Ji Fa; you might get along well with her..."

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up. The boy reacted, but he was still caught off guard. As he slashed at the empty space, Ying Qin Guan forcefully gathered his inner energy and slapped him hard across the face. Thunderous sounds followed, and explosions rang out. The boy's body was sent flying, crashing into a nearby house. He traveled more than seventy meters, smashing through more than thirty walls before finally coming to a stop.

"Damn it..." Ying Qin Guan cracked his knuckles, a sinister smile on his face. "Killing me would be fine, but at least do it properly."

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Someone come here! Hand the bill to Anguo Si!

"Cough...cough cough, really?...With that kind of strength, I'd believe you even if you said you were Kui Xiaosheng..."

The boy was embedded in the wall. He struggled to pull himself out, spitting out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth.

The speed of the punch was within his expectations, but he really hadn't anticipated the force.

"My condition is poor today, and the feng shui of this place is bad. I'm afraid I can't continue fighting..."

Low emotional intelligence: When ideas are difficult to come up with, they run away when things get tough.

High emotional intelligence: Poor condition, bad feng shui.

He looked up and saw Ying Qin Guan walking towards him through the gap in the wall.

The other party made a huge commotion just now, breaking through dozens of walls in succession; people have already rushed over after hearing the news.

He waited quietly for a few seconds, and after confirming that Yingqin Pass was far enough away from Shenzhou-9, he suddenly slapped the wall behind him. His inner energy exploded, and the wall was completely shattered. He flipped over, grabbed the eaves with one hand, and with a little force, he flew into the air. He jumped and moved sideways in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, he had run far away.

"Hey fucking, you think you can outrun me..."

Ying Qin Guan stepped out of the gap in the shattered wall, intending to give chase. But just before he could exert his strength, his body suddenly froze.

"Wait... is he trying to get me lost?"

"If I chase after him like this, how am I supposed to get back?"

Ying Qin Guan hesitated for a moment... and the other person disappeared without a trace. Now, even Ying Qin Guan would have no chance of catching up with the other person. He shook his head, thinking that at least he still had a spoil of war... When he looked back, he saw only a lone Shen Xin holding a small blackboard.

"She escaped using magic."

Ying Qin Guan was about to say something to Shen Xin when Shen Xin raised the small blackboard before he could.

"I think you can say what you have to say later... unless you're willing to compensate the owners of these thirty-odd houses for all their losses."

Ying Qin Guan: "!"

He just had a tough fight with a worthy opponent, and he got a little carried away with it, so that slap really hit him hard... Damn, what am I going to do now?!

"What are you thinking? Take me and run!"

Upon seeing Shen Xin's irresponsible statement, Ying Qin Guan immediately declared with righteous indignation, "How could I, Ying Qin Guan, a true man of integrity, do such an irresponsible thing? Men, send the bill to the Anguo Division!"

Shen Xin had already gained some understanding of Ying Qin Pass, and his eyes flickered slightly as he came up with an idea.

"An Guosi won't be here anytime soon, unless you're willing to wait in prison for the Nephalem to come and bail you out. Don't blame me for not warning you, the prison environment in Sakura Kingdom is nothing like that of the Seven Stars. Once you're in there, forget about playing cards—"

Before Shen Xin could finish writing her words, she felt someone grab the back of her collar. Before she could react, she saw Ying Qin Guan grab her and jump around, using the wall for leverage, and in the blink of an eye, they were on the roof.

Ying Qin Guan was quite skilled, and Shen Xin was so dizzy from being shaken around that she was about to protest with the small blackboard when she saw Ying Qin Guan run away and leap off the high building. Shen Xin caught a glimpse of the scene in front of her out of the corner of her eye.

The houses were arranged haphazardly, with different roofs, and Ying Qinguan was rushing towards them.

[Damn it! You want to do parkour?! Let me go! I'll go pay you back!]

Of course, there wasn't time to write that sentence on the blackboard.

In mid-air, Shenxin revealed an expression of utter despair.

-

In a narrow alley, Shenzhou-9 lagged half a step behind the boy, and the two walked slowly forward.

"How is the situation?"

"This is bad..." the boy said, "That hit was harder than I expected; I have some internal injuries..."

"Didn't you say that you could win within a hundred moves, even if it meant risking your life?"

"You might not believe it, but he was fighting like he was risking his life..."

"If you can't beat them, you praise them. Is this your usual tactic?"

"Okay, okay, if you lose, everything you say is wrong..."

"How much strength do you have left? Do you want to continue tonight?"

"I am not in good condition tonight... but no matter what, I can still perform at 70% of my strength, which should be enough."

"Actually, yes, we can wait until tomorrow."

"Wait until tomorrow... there's no need. I know your level of expertise all too well."

"He has nowhere to retreat, while I have nowhere to retreat. This minor injury is nothing to worry about... cough... cough cough cough!"

-

Sword Saint's Mansion, Yu Xietian went and returned.

He had no idea that his employer was under house arrest... Now that his mission was in trouble and the other party was imprisoned, he felt he should go and see him, both morally and financially.

It's a pity that we should have brought Ying Qin Guan along on this trip. That would have provided much more security for our actions. Relying on ourselves now is really risky.

However, to be honest, the Sword Saint was quite confident in his arrangements. As the most important person in the Sword Saint's Mansion, he hardly set up any guards around his courtyard, and there were hardly any patrols. It could be said that any martial artist with even a modicum of humanity could sneak in.

His granddaughter had arranged for a lot of bodyguards, so even with Yu Xietian's strength, he couldn't find an opportunity to sneak in for a while. Fortunately, he had returned, and it was already late at night. Many people were starting to feel sleepy. In addition, Yu Xietian's school of martial arts placed great emphasis on movement techniques. After waiting patiently for more than half an hour, Yu Xietian finally found an opportunity to sneak in.

Clearly, it's not appropriate to have too many male bodyguards in a girl's room. The maids are obviously not martial artists either; even if they are, they only have some fancy moves, which are only at the level of flirting. Yu Xietian quietly took down several people, went to the other party's bedside, and flicked out a divine light from a short distance away, waking the other party up.

The other person woke up with a start, raised their head abruptly, and saw Yu Xietian.

"It's you..."

Mingyin reacted very quickly and controlled her voice, which made Yu Xietian quite gratified that the other party was a pajama-wearing person. If the other party had shouted as soon as she woke up or was a naked person, there would have been a lot of trouble.

“I recently visited the Sword Saint and learned from him that you were under house arrest.” Yu Xietian paused slightly, then continued, “Furthermore, the troublesome nature of this mission has exceeded my expectations. Some of the methods used are quite extreme, and the consequences are quite serious… I need to talk to you about it.”

After a while, Mingyin figured out what was going on, and then got out of bed. While putting on her coat, she said in a low voice, "I think I understand... You must have gone to see my grandfather and tried to persuade him, but you failed... That's normal. There are too many people trying to persuade him. It's not reasonable for you to succeed."

"And the extreme measures you mentioned, could it be... defeating, or even injuring, my grandfather?"

Yu Xietian said, "That's right."

Mingyin sighed and said, "You remind me of someone else, just like you, except you're doing this to complete my mission. He, on the other hand, is someone who is born to impose his will on others and has made it his habit."

Yu Xie Tiandao: "Who?"

"My grandfather's apprentice, our school's junior disciple... or perhaps a former junior disciple."

"Himura Tan Sakura".

Chapter Thirty: You Will Shorten Your Lifespan

Ying Qin Guan put down Shen Xin, whose face was even more unpleasant than Mu Nan Dong's.

The other person touched the ground, his face darkened, bent down, and slowly walked to a nearby utility pole, where he paused for a moment to prepare.

Just as something terrible was about to happen, she suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, pressed the small blackboard against the wall with her other hand, and quickly carved several runes on it with her fingers. Surprisingly, this replaced the incantation of magic and released some divine spells that Ying Qin Guan did not recognize.

This scene... let alone any magician seeing it, anyone with even a little bit of magical knowledge would probably have their eyes pop out of their sockets.

The incantation of magic... has been abandoned.

As times have progressed and magicians have delved deeper into the study of magic, the incantations for spells have been infinitely reduced, and can even be replaced by miniature arrays in alchemical equipment. Some powerful magicians can even reduce forbidden spells with hundreds of words to a few dozen or even a dozen words. Some simple spells, such as illumination spells, can be cast with just a simple 'bright' or 'light'.

However, the chanting step cannot be censored. It's like writing a novel; no matter how fast the plot develops, there has to be a process. You can't say that the protagonist was walking one second and suddenly became pregnant the next.