Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

So... he moved forward.

Without even announcing his school of martial arts, the Sword Saint moved. His sword, Ferryman, sliced ​​through the air, the azure flames seemingly unable to keep up, leaving trails of blue fire in the air, appearing from afar like a streak of blue light.

The long sword slashed down!

A series of low gasps rose from the surrounding crowd.

Ju Qiuming whispered, "What a fast knife!"

That strike... was indeed fast. Its speed probably rivaled that of Sesshouin Kamikaze's sword-drawing technique. Looking across the world, it's likely that apart from Ying Qin Guan and Himura Tan Sakura, no one else possessed such a lightning-fast sword-drawing technique.

but..

"What a pity." Hishimura Tan's eyes widened as she murmured, "Against Kai, if you don't consider attack power, attack speed and initiative are the most useless attributes..."

Kui did not move.

The strong are those who are challenged, those who do not know how to block or dodge.

The long sword sliced ​​across his chest and arm, tearing open the skin and spurting blood. A ghostly blue flame clung to the wound, emanating an unsettling aura.

The first cut... had extraordinary results?

Unfortunately, I'm afraid that's not the case.

Even if Ying Qin Guan were twice as strong, to the point where he could fight several Battle Gods, he still wouldn't dare to fight like Kui. Kui's fighting style is something that humans cannot imitate or imagine.

Ying Qin Guan shook his head, as if speaking to Yu Xietian, or perhaps talking to himself.

"No, it's far from good enough."

As if in response to Ying Qin Guan's words, flesh buds rolled in Kui's wound, and blood and flesh quickly glued together. The blue flames were squeezed into the middle by the blood and flesh, and disappeared without a trace after a moment. In less than two seconds, apart from the splattered blood and torn clothes, there was no trace of injury on his body.

This is the purest of purebred owls, the king of owls, the queen.

The power of alien races is terrifying... but not all alien races are like that.

With the decline of alien races and monsters, many people don't even know what "alien races" are... but the situation regarding alien races is indeed quite complex.

There are three types of alien races: special creatures, ancestral alien races, and the last type that people recognize as alien races.

First, there are special creatures, which covers a very broad range. Simply put, if it's not a progenitor alien race, not an alien race, not a magical beast, then it's a special creature—like the Gu Heart Demon, or... a goddess.

These are special creatures, either created through various methods or defying definition, collectively referred to as special alien races.

That said, modern people don't believe in gods, and the goddess statues in the royal palace are just there for decoration. Magicians have proven the truth of the world: people know that all power comes from themselves, not from so-called goddesses. If there really were goddesses in the world, they would be defined as "other races".

Secondly, there is the Primordial Alien Race, which evolved from magical beasts and is also known as the Tribulation Transcenders.

Wood takes one thunderbolt as one tribulation, beasts take one death as one tribulation, fish take one drought as one tribulation, and insects take one fire as one tribulation. The twenty-first tribulation can be called a 'sacred magical beast', which understands human speech and possesses wisdom. The thirty-sixth tribulation can evolve into another race, take human form, and achieve a breakthrough in the level of life. This is the 'primordial alien race'.

The ancestral alien race was able to overcome the reproductive barriers between humans, and the children born were 'alien race'.

The strength of the progenitor race directly affects the strength of the race. And the progenitor race of the Owl... was once the strongest magical beast and the strongest progenitor race on this continent.

"The Immortal King"

Chapter 41 Strong Ones, Fight Back!

There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

The title "Undying King" essentially determined the evolutionary direction of the Owl race. Their unparalleled physical strength and extraordinary regenerative abilities made them the most terrifying race on the continent before the widespread use of alchemical equipment. At that time, the Owls, as "continental mercenaries," participated in any war without restraint or contractual obligation. They followed whoever paid them the most and would readily betray their original employers.

Later, after humanity completed the alchemical revolution and various alchemical equipment were added to the battlefield... as mentioned earlier, Kui is one of the few remaining purebred owls on the continent.

But Kui was no ordinary tyrant; he was the tyrant among tyrants. Many even believed he had surpassed the "Undying King," the progenitor of the alien race. While the Sword Saint's attack was terrifying, it still fell short.

The Sword Saint's cloudy eyes held no extraneous thoughts. His attack had failed, and he sheathed his sword without hesitation. He then bent down slightly, closed his eyes, and channeled his inner energy, but remained motionless.

Fu Feihan said, "The Sword Saint is gathering his strength!"

Ju Qiuming said in a low voice, "If he doesn't build up his strength, he won't be able to inflict any effective damage on Kui."

The Sword Saint may have been somewhat skeptical at first, but after one move, he understood... the only way was to build up his strength, only by building up his strength.

Himura lay on the tree, his eyes so open it was hard to tell whether he was resting or just closing them.

"It's not too late to start building momentum now..."

Shenzhou-9 closed its eyes and said, "It's just that, the opponent is, Kui."

Yes, only Kui would give his opponent such a chance. If it were anyone else, they would never give you a chance to build up your strength.

Himura Tanzaku smiled but didn't say anything.

Shenxin stuffed a small dessert into her mouth while raising the small blackboard.

"How long will the Sword Saint hold that pose?"

She doesn't understand martial arts very well... well, not that she doesn't understand at all, but rather that she has some knowledge of it. However, it's limited to theory. She wouldn't understand things like building up momentum, which are more practical in combat, if you explained them to her.

Ying Qin Guan distracted Shen Xin with words, while secretly reaching out to take away her two small snacks. "It should be soon... but it's not good to build up momentum for too long."

Although Ying Qin Guan sometimes ran out of words due to cultural issues during class, his martial arts skills were truly impeccable, and his judgment of the battle situation was never wrong. As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Saint moved again!

Like a thunderbolt suddenly striking in the pitch-black night, first a flash of light followed by a deafening roar, the Sword Saint thrust out his sword, the tip slicing through the sky, a whirlwind sweeping across, sonic booms echoing... slashing towards Kui.

This sword strike was far more powerful than the first one... The first strike was hastily delivered and caused almost no damage. This second strike, however, was one the Sword Saint had been preparing for a long time, and the anticipation it generated far surpassed that of the first. In other words, if even this strike couldn't be effective, then this battle...

So, what will be the result of this sword strike?

People held their breath, waiting for the outcome in a split second.

Of those present, only Hisumura Tan's reaction and Ying Qin's reaction were completely different.

Himura Tanzakura shook her head and looked away.

Ying Qin Guan turned his head and focused all his attention on stealing the Divine Heart Snacks.

Because they knew that the Sword Saint's sword... wouldn't fall!

call! !

The wind howled violently, and the air currents swept in all directions... Incredibly, the Sword Saint's sword... stopped less than five centimeters away from Kui.

The Sword Saint...stopped his sword strike.

This scene was unexpected by everyone. The Sword Saint had been preparing his sword for a long time, but inexplicably stopped at the last moment. What was he thinking? Was he worried that this sword would kill Kui?

"Why...did it stop?" Fu Feihan asked, puzzled.

"I don't know..." Ju Qiuming shook his head, "but we'll have the answer soon."

The two turned their gazes toward it.

Kui was also puzzled and turned his gaze to the Sword Saint.

Under the gaze of everyone, the Sword Saint slowly spoke.

He looked up, his cloudy eyes fixed on Kui, on this man whose body was countless times stronger than his own.

"Strong one... fight back."

He said... let the Quebec fight back.

"Fight back, resist, retaliate, don't... just stand there." The Sword Saint closed his eyes, then opened them again. "I cannot unleash my full power against someone who doesn't fight back or dodge, so..."

"Fight back, strong ones."

This is the reason the Sword Saint stopped; he was actually abandoning his only reliance for victory—his arrogance as a strongman who neither retaliated, blocked, nor dodged, until his opponent had used all his moves.

Kui lowered his head slightly and said calmly, "Since you have made this request... fine."

A smile appeared on the sword saint's withered face. He sheathed his sword, took two steps back, and the two were about ten meters apart.

"I am a master of the Imperial Heart Flow, and I humbly request your guidance."

"Kui...please enlighten me."

The school of thought that wasn't mentioned at the beginning has now been added, as if this battle is only just beginning.

In a sense, that is indeed the case.

This scene gave many people a strange feeling, making them feel as if the battle had only just begun, though only a few saw it clearly.

This battle... is coming to an end.

The Sword Saint drew his sword again, and Kui slapped him. The Sword Saint did not retreat at all. With a flick of his sword tip, he leaped up and stepped on Kui's arm to go into the sky.

His inner energy surged, and the longsword in his hand stirred up a gale and thunder. The dark blue flames blazed brightly in mid-air, leaving a fiery trail more than ten meters long in the air. This slash carried unparalleled power as it slashed down from top to bottom!

How will Kui react to such an attack?

He...did not react.

Yes, he didn't react; he just stood there, letting the knife fall.

He only agreed to fight back, not to refrain from resistance or avoidance, which would be too despicable for him.

The Sword Saint's blade fell with the force of a whirlwind, slicing solidly into Kui's throat, yet hardly any blood flowed... Although the sword's momentum was terrifying, when it actually struck Kui... it seemed to merely "cut in".

The terrifying muscular contractions... trapped the ferryman there, killing him.

The next moment, the Sword Saint, suspended in mid-air with nowhere to relay the attack, received the first... and probably last, attack of the battle.

With a single palm strike... the soul is annihilated.

Chapter Forty-Two: I hate that the ancients did not see my madness.

With a swift strike from right to left, Kui slapped the Sword Saint in the waist, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string. He spun several times in the air before landing on the ground, where he was tumbled dozens of meters away by the force of the blow, leaving a deep trench in the earth before finally regaining his footing.

But less than two seconds after regaining his footing, the Sword Saint's face flushed red, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which even contained fragments of internal organs.

Himura Tan's Sakura took a solid hit from Ying Qin Guan, yet she was able to rush to the Sword Saint's Mansion to show off. However, Kui is not Ying Qin Guan, and the Sword Saint is not Himura Tan's Sakura.

This almost rendered the Sword Saint unable to fight, and even brought him close to death.

Kui pulled the ferryman out of his neck and threw him out. The ferryman drew an arc in the air and finally landed in front of the sword saint.

This time, the injury on Kui's neck had not fully healed, but he didn't seem to care.

He asked, "Should we continue?"

—Although everyone assumes that the Sword Saint will die in a fight with Kui, it is actually the Sword Saint's fault, and no one believes that Kui would intentionally kill the Sword Saint.