Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Yu Xietian slammed the door shut with lightning speed.

He turned around expressionlessly, took a few quick steps, placed his hands on the table, his back to the two murderous demons, and said through gritted teeth, each word distinct and uttered:

"Life is a fucking nightmare!"

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Those who persevere will be rewarded.

The next day at noon, guests finally arrived.

Shenxin, who never learns from his mistakes and betrays his own people, has run off again, leaving Yu Xietian alone in the Wanshi House. Just when he thought he was going to waste another day of his life, someone came to the door.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man with a serious expression. He was wearing a Zhongshan suit and walked with a steady gait, clearly a skilled martial artist.

He looked at Yu Xietian and said, "You accept all kinds of commissions here?"

Yu Xietian said, "At least don't let me in. The government's food is good, but I don't want to eat it."

Yu Xietian wasn't just talking about prison food; he had the ability to secure a high position anywhere. But freedom was more important to him; being able to come and go as he pleased was what he truly wanted.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "I have a job... tutoring during the summer vacation."

Yu Xietian said, "I have an assistant who is very knowledgeable and skilled. She can teach me most things."

After listening to Yu Xietian's words, the middle-aged man asked, "Including martial arts?"

Yu Xietian raised an eyebrow slightly, patted his sleeves, stood up, stretched, and laughed, "I'll have to do this myself."

The middle-aged man slightly assumed a stance.

Martial artists are warlike, which is a drawback. Besides this, they have another custom that is hard to define as either a strength or a weakness, just like when Ying Qin Guan and Ji Fa fought each other in the early stages of the game while vying for commissions.

That is battle.

When something involves violence, martial artists always seem to find a solution through violence. Take this example: a middle-aged man apparently wants to hire a tutor for his child to get ahead during the summer break. But how does he determine the tutor's competence? The answer, of course, is to fight!

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice:

“Scarlet Shadow Style, Zhong Yu, please enlighten me.”

The name of this martial arts style felt somewhat familiar to Yu Xietian... It was Zhong Hongyu's family tradition, and Yu Xietian had heard of it once more than two months ago when he fought with Zhong Hongyu. However, that battle ended in an instant, leaving no impression on Yu Xietian. In addition, more than two months had passed, and Yu Xietian couldn't remember whose style it was for the time being.

But it doesn't matter.

Yu Xietian did not draw the soft sword from his waist, but instead smiled and assumed a fighting stance.

"Wind Demon Sword, Jade Together with Heaven, please enlighten me."

Both of them actually used swords, but swords have no eyes. At this point, Zhong Yu was only roughly assessing Yu Xietian's level and didn't need to go all out. Yu Xietian, on the other hand, was even more confident. He could tell at a glance that Zhong Yu was no match for him. Since the other party wasn't using a weapon, he was even less likely to use one.

Generally speaking, a martial artist can tell the level of a martial artist whose strength is equal to or less than their own. If the level is only slightly higher, they can also tell a little bit.

Yu Xietian stepped forward.

Fifteen seconds later, the battle ended, and the commission was completed.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Loss

"It's you..."

"Yes... this is troublesome."

In Zhong Hongyu's martial arts arena, the two looked at each other in surprise. Zhong Yu asked in surprise, "You two know each other?"

“We met briefly during the midterm commission,” Yu Xietian said. “I never expected to see you again because of something like this.”

Yu Xietian wasn't exactly an acquaintance of Zhong Hongyu, but they were at least acquaintances. The fact that she had run into an acquaintance while secretly taking extra classes during the summer vacation made Zhong Hongyu feel quite embarrassed, and she couldn't say anything for a while.

Zhong Yu didn't care about this matter. He looked at Yu Xietian and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, sir."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Zhong Yu was about to leave, as he had other things to do, but Zhong Hongyu stopped him.

“Dad…” Zhong Hongyu walked quickly to Zhong Yu’s side, while Yu Xietian, quite aware of the situation, walked a little further away.

“You don’t need to hire a martial arts expert… I’m doing very well at school, and Mr. Yu… isn’t cheap.” Zhong Hongyu was a little embarrassed, but more worried about her family’s finances. Ruoye had hired Yu Xietian once, which cost a full eight hundred pounds.

What does 800 pounds mean? The Seven Luminaries Empire is one of the largest and strongest countries in the world. The Seven Luminaries Capital is the capital of the Seven Luminaries Empire and its economic core. The median annual salary here is only 63 pounds. 800 pounds is a full thirteen months' salary.

Zhong Yu put on a stern face and said in a low voice, "You can study your own things, don't worry about the money. Instead of wasting your time, you should think more about how to practice the usage."

"But..." Zhong Hongyu looked troubled. Her family used to run a martial arts school, but it had gradually declined. She didn't know what Zhong Yu was doing; a few years ago, he had invested in some businesses, but hadn't told her how. Her mother was always sighing and complaining. Zhong Hongyu knew they were arguing, but they didn't do it in front of her, their daughter. The Imperial Academy's martial arts department was a huge expense, and now they even had to hire a tutor of Yu Xietian's caliber...

It's truly unsettling.

"Alright, I understand the situation. You should go now. These things are none of your concern."

Zhong Hongyu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and turned to walk towards Yu Xietian. She turned her head again, but Zhong Yu had already disappeared.

Yu Xietian clapped his hands and laughed, "Concentrate, girl, be serious."

As he spoke, he made a slight gesture.

"I heard that your practical training instructor is Ying Qin Guan. To be honest, he's much better at fighting than me, and he should be a better teacher too. But he's not one-on-one, tailored to each student. Come on, this time is different from the one on the ship. I'll see exactly where you're lacking and point out your mistakes one by one."

Zhong Hongyu remained silent for a moment, then nodded and picked up the wooden sword beside her.

Yu Xietian did not draw his sword, naturally believing it was unnecessary.

Zhong Hongyu assumed a fighting stance and said in a deep voice, "Fei—"

call--

The wind howled as Yu Xietian suddenly threw a punch, the force of which was astonishing, causing Zhong Hongyu's red hair to flutter wildly. The punch... stopped in front of Zhong Hongyu's face, without actually landing.

“First,” Yu Xietian said calmly, “when announcing your school name, think about what this battle means. Is it a friendly battle, a life-or-death battle, or something else? But no matter what it is, I suggest you keep your distance when announcing your school name.”

"Never expect your opponent to be morally upright."

Zhong Hongyu was still in a daze, but her body reacted nonetheless. She stiffly nodded and said, "I understand..."

Yu Xietian turned around, intending to walk back to his original position. He took a step, then suddenly came to his senses and threw a second punch, which stopped in the same spot as the first punch.

Zhong Hongyu still hadn't reacted.

"It's obvious you don't understand. Don't just say you do."

Yu Xietian sighed inwardly. Fu Feihan had been on that midterm commission with him, and that guy had left a deep impression on Yu Xietian. He was very intelligent. If it were him, even if he had been intimidated by the first punch, he would probably have kicked him without any sense of martial ethics the moment he turned around.

This is the best solution; otherwise, even if you realize it now and block it, you still "don't understand".

In a one-on-one duel between martial artists, the initiative is everything. Rather than thinking about how to counter the opponent's moves, it's better to think about how to make yourself faster.

This is spirituality.

A martial artist's innate physical attributes determine their numerical combat power. However, their spirituality determines their performance in actual combat.

Yu Xietian jumped back and assumed a fighting stance.

"This time we're serious! Let's go!"

Zhong Hongyu realized that she hadn't understood Yu Xietian's meaning, and felt a little annoyed at being tricked, but she suppressed it.

However, if there is fire in one's heart, it will still show on the sword. Zhong Hongyu's hasty sword strike was full of flaws in Yu Xietian's eyes. He slightly turned his body to dodge the sword. Zhong Hongyu used too much force and couldn't change her move in time. She actually rushed over like that. She finally stopped and turned around, only to find that Yu Xietian's fist had stopped firmly in front of her face.

While the vast difference in skill level is an undeniable factor, being repeatedly defeated by the same move is indeed somewhat...

"Generally speaking, at the beginning of a battle, people will choose to hold back three-tenths of their strength to make it easier to change their moves. Only when the battle is coming to an end, when both sides have little energy left and their consciousness is not as clear as at the beginning, will they consider going all out or using a killing move."

Empress Yu Xie jumped a step and continued, "Come."

Zhong Hongyu gritted her teeth, gripped the wooden sword tightly, and recalled that night... the three sword techniques Ying Qin Guan taught her.

Yu Xietian launched an attack, and after recalling those three movements, Zhong Hongyu's body moved uncontrollably. She had practiced those three sword strikes hundreds of times, to the point that they had become almost instinctive.

She gripped the ground firmly with her left foot, and with a slight stomp of her right foot, she moved like a swallow, luring the enemy deeper into her territory.

Yu Xietian had no doubts. Since his previous punch had not reached the required distance, he simply did not throw another one. He took a step forward, intending to attack again.

The second move... turn around.

Zhong Hongyu's inner energy surged, and she suddenly turned around.

This turn is the essence of the entire move set, requiring strict control over angle and distance... Yu Xietian's punch missed its mark.

Zhong Hongyu was still turning around when time seemed to slow down. She clearly felt that she could deliver this sword strike.

The third sword technique, Life and Death Decision, can decide life and death when used.

This feeling was so clear and wonderful, like an eternal truth in the universe, more stable and reliable than anything else, as if one had grasped destiny in their own hands.

The third sword, should it be delivered?

In a daze, Ying Qin Guan's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

"Unless you are facing a life-or-death struggle with someone in the future, you must not use this sword."

Thus, the sword could not be delivered. Zhong Hongyu turned around, and Yu Xietian's fist stopped right in front of her face, the strong wind blowing her hair.

She lost again.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Each Their Own Secrets

Time-Traveling Killer is an essential entertainment product for long-distance travel, team building, and leisure trips.

In this era of relatively scarce entertainment, Time and Space Kill has been passed down for over two hundred years. Because the game's mechanics are passed down from generation to generation, unlike online games where data can be modified at any time, its balance can only be described as tragic.

However, even if data can be changed at any time, designers will always create irresistibly powerful characters to entice players to spend money, making the game's balance inevitably crumble. But then again, for a competitive game, is balance more important, or is fun more important?

Although the balance is gone, if players were given a choice to go back to an era when even basic reading comprehension was sufficient, would they really be willing?

However, while banning powerful generals, event bosses, and cards obsolete from previous versions has somewhat maintained balance in matches, in normal gameplay, you can never predict what card your opponent will pull out next.

Fu Feihan sighed and put down his cards.

He lost.

Although he had already determined this based on the general's appearance when he saw him, he was still unconvinced and insisted on going up to try it out.

Try it and you'll die!

"I'm done playing, it's no fun." Fu Feihan put down his cards and said, "Shall we go outside and play a couple of rounds?"