The little fatty, however, had actually resisted Lu Sheng's rudimentary Psychological Guidance Art and struggled his way back to stand before him.
"Teacher Wang! I want to learn how to fight!!" he pleaded earnestly to Lu Sheng. "I know masters usually find it hard to accept disciples and pass down their arts. What conditions do I need to meet before you'll take me as your disciple and teach me martial arts!?"
Lu Sheng remained expressionless.
"I don't teach people how to fight."
"But—"
"I only teach fighting arts," Lu Sheng cut him off. "Because combat requires far more time and effort than ordinary subjects, the tuition is much higher."
"That's fine! As long as you're willing to teach me, Teacher!" The little fatty immediately grew excited.
"Fine. I can teach Basic Self-Defense Art, Tiberian Defense Art, and Free Boxing. Which one do you choose?" Lu Sheng handed him a sheet of paper. "You came at just the right time. I was about to post this outside the main entrance."
Three types of defense arts and their price tiers were clearly written on it.
The little fatty was struck as if by lightning. He instantly turned to stone. All three were the most common and popular defense arts on the market.
And their prices were all considerably higher than market rates. Basic Self-Defense Art in particular cost several times as much.
"I... I..." The little fatty's heart sank, and for a moment he could not even speak.
"What's your name?" Lu Sheng asked.
"B-Bai Anyi."
"There's also a fighting art unique to me that you can choose. But the cost may be very high. If you're willing, you can give it a try," Lu Sheng said evenly.
"What fighting art!?" After several dizzying rises and plunges, the little fatty, Bai Anyi,