A Timely Gift in the Snow, the Hook-nosed Teacher Arrives

"Alright, Brother Ye. Be careful."

Hearing that Ye Fan had agreed so readily, Liu Lou was immediately both excited and nervous.

His five fingers slowly clenched as he prepared to seek Ye Fan's guidance through fist techniques.

"Come at me. Don't hold back."

Ye Fan stretched one hand forward while the other rested at his waist.

His body was like a drawn bow, his spine like a dragon, his feet rooted to the ground.

He assumed the stance of the Hidden Dragon Stance.

Ever since Ye Fan had entered high school and resolved to walk the path of Martial Dao, he had painstakingly cultivated this stance day after day.

In an instant, he resembled a hidden dragon lurking in the abyss, ready at any moment to soar into the heavens and summon wind and rain!

"Phew..."

Liu Lou's palms began to sweat slightly.

Ye Fan's return this time had made Liu Lou feel that the entire youngster's aura had undergone a qualitative transformation.

At this moment, facing Ye Fan, Liu Lou felt that the other party stood as deep and still as an abyss, as towering and steadfast as a mountain—utterly unfathomable.

He was also like the ruler of a region, making one instinctively feel fear!

This powerful pressure was even greater than when facing their Martial Dao teacher, Teacher Fang!

"Hah, Brother Ye, here I come."

As Liu Lou gave a low shout, his clothes billowed, and a dull, heavy sound unexpectedly rang out.

As the saying went, a single cannon blast was worth a thousand pieces of gold.

There was no doubt about it.

Liu Lou, who had also trained with incomparable diligence, had already cultivated this basic fist technique—Cannon Fist—to the Minor Achievement Realm!

He could already produce one cannon blast.

Seeing this, a trace of approval appeared in Ye Fan's eyes.

Bang!

Bang!

Ye Fan's feet took root upon the ground, like an ancient tree that could not be shaken.

His hands, meanwhile, were like two gates, continuously receiving Liu Lou's Cannon Fist attacks.

Perhaps—

A few days ago, before Ye Fan had awakened the System, dealing with Liu Lou's Cannon Fist would still have cost him considerable effort.

But today's Ye Fan was no longer the same person he had once been.

Not only had his Vitality Value broken through to the Spirit Stream Realm—

His Martial Dao Skill had also reached Tier Two.

His Mental Power had increased enormously, allowing him to accurately predict every one of Liu Lou's punches.

This made Ye Fan's calmness in facing Liu Lou no different from that of a Martial Dao master facing a beginner.

"Liu Lou, I'll demonstrate Cannon Fist. Watch carefully!"

The Hidden Dragon Stance effortlessly deflected Liu Lou's Cannon Fist.

At that moment, Ye Fan moved.

Liu Lou only felt that Ye Fan, at this moment, was like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss.

One punch swept aside his stance.

Then, his body moved like a swimming dragon.

Every punch Ye Fan threw came with a cannon blast.

There were eight in total!

"Eight-Sound Cannon Fist!"

Liu Lou's face was filled with shock. Before his eyes, Ye Fan seemed to still be performing the Eight-Sound Cannon Fist at the Perfection Realm.

Even when Teacher Fang had demonstrated it for them back then, he had only managed six sounds!

Yet Ye Fan now could actually achieve eight sounds!

After withdrawing his technique and standing still, Ye Fan himself felt somewhat emotional.

Back then, no matter how diligently he studied and trained, his Cannon Fist could only reach three sounds.

The fourth sound had been extremely forced.

It could not even be called a complete sound.

But now, after learning a King-Level Fist Technique and bringing his fist technique Martial Arts Mastery to Tier Two, the ordinary-grade Cannon Fist had become clear to him as though all paths led to the same destination.

With the slightest display, he had already reached the eight-sound Perfection Realm!

"Let's stop here for today. From today until the Martial Unification College Entrance Examination, after morning classes, I'll set aside some time to guide you."

Ye Fan smiled lightly at the still-shocked Liu Lou.

Liu Lou possessed firm willpower and cultivated diligently.

Moreover, his talent and comprehension were both quite good.

Ye Fan also somewhat admired this class's second most obsessive grinder, so he was willing to offer timely help in the snow at the start of the youngster's Martial Dao journey.

"Thank you, Brother Ye."

Sincerity shone in Liu Lou's eyes.

They were filled with gratitude and admiration for Ye Fan.

"Father Ye... no, Brother Ye, I brought you the notes from these past days."

Inside the Wendao Vehicle, Zhou Liang said with a broad smile.

Although Ye Fan had not come, he had already used his Martial Artist Watch to open the Wendao Vehicle's door for Zhou Liang.

And Zhou Liang, who intended to apply to a cultural university, had long brought his notes and waited for Ye Fan here.

Ye Fan needed to copy the notes he had missed lately, and Zhou Liang was the perfect person for it.

Zhou Liang was excellent in cultural subjects and had always ranked among the top three in the class.

He aspired to become a scientist in the future, develop high-tech weapons, and protect the Human Race.

"Alright, thanks."

Ye Fan handed him a bottle of beverage. The two began drinking and chatting at the same time.

"Brother Ye, Sang Tiantian is willing to date me."

As they chatted, Zhou Liang inevitably turned to one of the topics teenage boys were most interested in—pretty female classmates.

Hearing this—

Ye Fan frowned slightly. Over the past few days, Sang Tiantian, the class beauty, had kept sending him messages. He had only replied once at the beginning.

After that, he had ignored her.

And Sang Tiantian agreeing to be with Zhou Liang at this particular moment made Ye Fan unable to help suspecting her true intentions.

"Liang, take my advice. Sang Tiantian isn't right for you."

After thinking it over, Ye Fan still decided to take the route of being the class's expressionless, blunt straight guy and gave his advice simply and brutally.

At Ye Fan's words, Zhou Liang's smile stiffened as well.

Lowering his head slightly, he said, "Brother Ye, I know too. Tiantian doesn't truly like me."

Ye Fan sighed inwardly.

"But do you know? Ever since we entered high school and were assigned to the same class, I liked Tiantian the first time I saw her.

What a beautiful girl she was. So even if I know there may only be flowers and no fruit, I still want to give it a try."

"Who's to say this isn't youth?"

Zhou Liang looked at Ye Fan, and behind his glasses, his eyes gleamed with longing for the future.

Ye Fan nodded.

Indeed, even knowing that fire would burn it to ashes, a moth still flew toward the flame.

Zhou Liang's experience might not be quite so tragic.

But it was still a precious experience in his life. This was perhaps the flavor of youth.

Ye Fan pursued Martial Dao wholeheartedly. Perhaps outsiders found him stubborn and lacking in romance.

But this was also his youth—the flavor of sweat and striving.

That afternoon, the third-year students studied on their own.

With no cultural-subject teachers giving lectures, Ye Fan drove the Wendao Vehicle to the Star Martial Hall Jiangning Office.

"Ye Fan, I'll be your sparring partner for this period.

But my standards are high. Training is actual combat."

Leng Feng, the captain of First Squad, stood opposite Ye Fan. His dark face was covered in bluish stubble as he spoke coldly.

"Brother Leng, that is only proper. I'll be troubling you!"

Ye Fan clasped his fists slightly.

Boom, boom.

Before long, the Martial Arts Room was filled with the sounds of fists striking flesh and weapons colliding!

"Dear passengers, Jiangning City is about to arrive. Please remain seated and hold on. The aircraft will be landing shortly..."

An aircraft forged entirely from alloy, without any windows, slowly descended.

A hook-nosed man sat at the very front.

He was Ying Cong, the recruitment teacher for this year's Jiangnan Martial University training camp.

"According to the information, Ye Fan lives in Xingfu Garden Residential District, Building 101, Unit Three, Room 702."

"To show my sincerity, I'll pay him a personal visit this time."

Ying Cong murmured.