A Once-in-Fifty-Years Martial Arts Pride of the Moon

"Impressive!"

Lin Fei exclaimed with a smile, looking somewhat pleasantly surprised.

Others might not be able to tell, but if he, as the head coach, couldn't see it, he would be incompetent.

The force Lin Ye exerted while throwing his punches had clearly reached a level that could be called perfect; even if he were to do it himself, he might not necessarily do better.

In terms of physical fitness alone, there was actually still a gap between Lin Ye and Wei Qian at the moment.

But in this state of force exertion, Lin Ye was able to consistently deliver more powerful punch force.

"Have you mastered the basics of fist technique?"

Walking up close, he asked.

Several new students in the hall saw Lin Fei approaching, and the image of him correcting their punch force last Friday surfaced in their minds.

In that instant, even the pain from back then came rushing back with the memory.

As if fleeing in a hurry, they scrambled to the corners of the hall, found a punching post, and started throwing punches to show how "diligent" they were.

Lin Ye calmly unwrapped the hand wraps from his hands. "Just lucky."

Lin Fei raised his hand and pressed it onto the back of Lin Ye's hand, stopping him from unwrapping the bandages.

"No need to take them off, come to the second floor... hmm?"

As he was speaking, Lin Fei suddenly looked puzzled, flipped his palm, and gently gripped Lin Ye's wrist.

In an instant, Lin Ye felt his whole body go numb and limp, completely unable to exert any strength.

Before he could feel surprised, Lin Fei's voice reached his ears.

"You mastered the fist technique after going back last Friday?"

Lin Fei looked at Lin Ye with some astonishment, his hand unconsciously squeezing a bit harder.

Mastering the fist technique in five days—was it not just a guess, but really top-tier talent?

Had he actually misjudged him?

How rare!

Hearing Lin Fei's question, Lin Ye felt a jolt in his heart. He had originally intended to say he mastered it on Saturday night.

That way, although it would exceed Lin Fei's prediction, the difference wouldn't be large.

Not only would it not arouse suspicion, but it would also elevate his status as a genius in Lin Fei's eyes, preventing his future progress in fist technique from appearing too abrupt.

But as it turned out... he discovered it just by touching him?

And what was this force? It made him lose the ability to move just by a touch?

However, he quickly regained his composure and said with a smile, "I'm still worse than the coach."

Lin Fei grinned, let go of his hand, and waved it. "How can you compare?"

"I had to undergo medicinal baths from the time I was three, before my bones had even set. My starting point was much higher than yours."

Speaking of this, he tilted his head slightly in thought.

"Not to mention you, even Yan Yi can't compare to me."

"The medicinal herbs I used were very precious, at least three to five times better in grade and quality than hers."

Hearing Lin Fei's words, the smile on Lin Ye's face stiffened slightly.

So... that was it?

Seeing Lin Ye's expression, Lin Fei couldn't help but grin.

He changed his stance to a more casual one.

"Alright, don't dwell on these things. I know what you're thinking—you just don't want to be too high-profile, right?"

"There's no need, because there are plenty of people with even better talent."

"Our Hall Master's direct disciple, who is our Senior Sister."

"She mastered the fist technique in a single afternoon and reached the second level in less than a week."

"Compared to Senior Sister, both you and I are far behind."

"Even the Hall Master says Senior Sister is a Martial Arts Pride of the Moon that appears once every fifty years."

"If nothing goes wrong, she will be the next Hall Master."

After saying this, he gently patted Lin Ye on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring look.

Hearing the explanation, Lin Ye felt a slight sense of relief in his heart.

He had truly been a bit careless this time; he hadn't expected Lin Fei to be able to discern the time he mastered the fist technique.

"Come, follow me to the second floor. Wei Qian and Yan Yi are there too. I happen to have time today to properly train you all."

"I'll also make sure you use your medicinal bath quota; those two already used theirs on Saturday."

Time flew by, and it was 12:00 PM in the head coach's office on the second floor.

Though called an office, it was actually more like a professional training ground.

At this moment, Yan Yi sat in the corner, her right eye bruised, gently massaging her swollen cheek.

Beside her, Wei Qian sported a pair of panda eyes, baring his teeth as he yanked out a loose tooth.

In the center of the office, Lin Fei wore a tight, off-the-shoulder tank top, holding a short stick and casually parrying the attacks from Lin Ye.

A look of bewilderment crossed his face; he truly hadn't expected to have misjudged the situation.

This guy's physical aptitude was top-tier, and the qi he cultivated was a notch tougher than the average person's, possessing a quality that felt almost like a python.

It was simply outrageous; even when Lei Long first formed his qi, he hadn't reached this level.

Even Lin Fei could only say they were evenly matched, not daring to claim he was stronger.

The problem was that he had used a rare medicinal herb when transforming his qi, but Lin Ye clearly lacked such resources.

"Swish!"

Lin Ye threw a hook punch, which Lin Fei dodged with a slight tilt of his body.

The short stick jabbed into the area just above the crook of his arm, right at the junction of the tendon and bone.

"Don't use full force when throwing that punch; leave room to change your move."

"If I wanted to, that jab just now would have snapped your arm."

Lin Ye retreated a few steps, his brow furrowed in intense pain.

He pressed gently on the spot where he had been struck, and it took several seconds for the pain to subside.

"Again."

Lin Fei spread her arms wide, leaving her center completely open and full of openings.

Lin Ye took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and charged forward.

"Here."

Lin Fei's short stick jabbed the side of Lin Ye's thigh.

"When using this move, this is a weak point—pay attention to your defense!"

"And here, your power output is correct, but the technique isn't necessarily right; you need to be flexible."

"Don't dodge backward, press in! Press forward!"

"Don't stop, burn through your stamina!"

As evening approached, Lin Ye, Yan Yi, and Wei Qian lay sprawled on the floor, looking utterly lifeless.

Lin Fei stood to the side, tossed the short stick away, hopped onto a nearby table to squat, and picked up a slice of watermelon to take a bite.

"You guys, you just haven't suffered enough. We've barely even started!"

"Your endurance isn't even as good as the old lady who sweeps the main gym; she could go for a hundred rounds or more."

"Ptoo, ptoo, ptoo—"

A string of watermelon seeds landed neatly in the trash can.

"Tell you what, how about I put you through some 'angelic' special training?"

"Train for ten days or half a month, and I guarantee you'll see miraculous results!"

"Don't worry, it's 'angelic,' so it costs nothing—completely free!"

"I just purely enjoy torturing... uh, this, this, this, right! I just purely cherish talent!"

"That's right, I'm just a person who loves talent!"

Hearing Lin Fei's words, Lin Ye felt a bit tempted.

He glanced at the Monument, [Soul Whale Fist "Level 1" (10/100)]

Five experience points—if he trained like this every day, he could master the second level of the Soul Whale Fist in at most a month!

However, he also knew this was impossible; the body needed time to recover.

He slightly raised his arm, intending to say he would participate in the special training.

But immediately, Wei Qian rolled over and grabbed his arm, refusing to let him lift it.

"Brother Lin, don't."

Wei Qian's tone was calm, devoid of emotion, but the two rows of teeth—missing a few—were trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at Lin Ye, unable to understand what on earth was inside his brother's head.

The head coach was clearly a giant Demon Pill! She took pleasure in torturing people!

Why was he volunteering for it?

Or could it be that Brother Lin actually... has some sort of peculiar hobby?

He thought of Head Coach Zhang, whose face was prettier than any woman's, and that dainty little canine tooth... it was only human nature.

But Brother Lin, please don't drag me into this, okay? I really can't handle it.

Just as he was thinking this, his gaze was suddenly drawn away.

In front of him, an arm with skin like pale topaz slowly lifted into the air.

Wei Qian's expression shifted slightly, while Lin Fei's face lit up with joy.

"Hey!"

With a casual flick, the watermelon rind spun through the air and landed in the trash can.

Licking her canine tooth, she said, "Two people agreed, and the minority must submit to the majority!"

With a single leap, she crossed over ten meters and landed steadily in front of the office door.

"Lin Ye, let's go to the Medicine Bath Room!"

"Yan Yi, Wei Qian, you two head back. Remember to come for special training on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays!"

"This is a private session personally tailored for you by yours truly, the Head Coach!"

After saying this, she stepped out the door, giving Wei Qian absolutely no chance to speak.

Wei Qian stared at the doorway, watching Lin Fei's departing back with a miserable expression, his teeth hissing as he struggled to speak.

Turning his head back, he saw the heads of Yan Yi and Lin Ye staggered before him, and he felt even more wretched.

What kind of karma did I accumulate to deserve this?

How did I end up encountering two legendary masters, the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix Fledgling, at the same time?