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

"Impressive!"

Lin Fei exclaimed in admiration, smiling with a hint of surprise.

Others might not have noticed, but as the head instructor, she'd have been incompetent not to.

The force behind Lin Ye's punches was plainly close to perfect. Even she wasn't sure she could do better.

In terms of physical strength alone, Lin Ye still had a ways to go before he could match Wei Qian.

But with his current technique, Lin Ye could consistently deliver more powerful punches.

"Have you mastered the basics of the fist technique?"

She walked closer and asked.

When the new students in the hall saw Lin Fei coming over, memories surfaced of last Friday, when she'd helped them refine their punches.

In that instant, they even recalled the pain they'd felt back then.

They hurriedly fled to the corner of the hall, found a punching post, and started throwing punches to show how "diligently" they were practicing.

Lin Ye calmly loosened the wraps around his hands. "I got lucky."

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

"No need to take them off. Let's go upstairs... Hmm?"

As she spoke, Lin Fei suddenly looked puzzled. Turning her hand over, she gently pinched Lin Ye's wrist.

In an instant, Lin Ye felt a tingling sensation spread through his whole body. His limbs went weak, and he couldn't move at all.

Before he could even wonder what was happening, Lin Fei's voice reached his ears.

"You mastered the basics of the fist technique after going home last Friday?"

Lin Fei looked at Lin Ye in surprise, unconsciously tightening her grip on his wrist.

Mastering the basics in five days—not just good, but truly top-tier talent?

Had she really misjudged him?

How rare!

Lin Ye's heart tightened when he heard her question. He'd originally planned to say he'd mastered the basics on Saturday night.

That would be later than Lin Fei had predicted, but not by much.

It wouldn't arouse suspicion, and it would make him seem even more gifted in her eyes, so his future progress wouldn't seem too sudden.

But... she'd figured it out just by touching his hand?

And what was with that strength? One touch, and he couldn't move?

But he quickly regained his composure and smiled. "I'm still not as good as you, Coach."

Lin Fei grinned, released his hand, and waved hers. "That's not the same thing!"

"I've been taking medicinal baths since I was three, before my body had even finished developing. I started way ahead of you."

She tilted her head slightly, thinking.

"Forget you—even Yan Yi can't compare to me."

"The herbs I used were extremely precious. Their quality was at least three to five times better than hers."

Lin Ye's smile stiffened when he heard that.

So... that was how it was?

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

She shifted into a more relaxed stance.

"Come on, don't dwell on it. I know what you're thinking. You just don't want to draw too much attention, right?"

"There's no need. Plenty of people are more talented than you."

"Our Hall Master's direct disciple is none other than our Senior Sister."

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

"Compared to her, both you and I have a long way to go."

"Even the Hall Master says she's a Martial Arts Pride of the Moon seen once in fifty years."

"If nothing unexpected happens, she'll be the next Hall Master."

After saying that, she patted Lin Ye lightly on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring look.

Lin Ye felt a little relieved after hearing her explanation.

He'd been careless this time. He hadn't expected Lin Fei to be able to tell when he'd mastered the basics of the fist technique.

"Come on, upstairs with me. Wei Qian and Yan Yi are there too. I've got time today, so I can really put you through your paces."

"And you can use your medicinal bath slot while you're at it. Those two already used theirs on Saturday."

Time flew by. At noon, in the head instructor's office on the second floor.

It was called an office, but it looked more like a professional training room.

Yan Yi sat in a corner, her right eye bruised and her swollen cheek lightly pressed beneath her fingers.

Nearby, Wei Qian had a pair of black eyes. He grimaced as he yanked out a loose tooth.

In the middle of the office, Lin Fei wore a tight, off-the-shoulder tank top and held a short baton. She casually fended off Lin Ye's attacks.

Her expression was a little strange. She hadn't expected that she'd really misjudged him.

His physique was genuinely top-tier. The energy he'd developed was more resilient than most people's, and one part of it even seemed as tenacious as a python.

It was unbelievable. Even Lei Long hadn't reached that level when his energy had first formed.

Even she could only call herself his equal, not stronger.

The problem was that she'd used a rare medicinal treasure when her own energy had transformed. Lin Ye clearly hadn't had access to anything like that.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Ye threw a punch. Lin Fei leaned slightly to dodge it.

Her baton jabbed the spot just above the crook of his arm, where tendon met bone.

"Don't put all your strength into that punch. Leave yourself room to change it."

"That jab just now could've snapped your arm if I'd wanted to."

Lin Ye stumbled backward, his brows furrowing from the sharp pain.

He gently pressed the spot she'd struck. It took several seconds for the pain to ease.

"Again."

Lin Fei spread her arms, leaving her guard wide open. There were openings everywhere.

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

"Here."

Lin Fei's baton jabbed Lin Ye in the side of his thigh.

"When you use that move, this is a weak point. Protect it!"

"And here. You've got the strength right, but not necessarily the technique. Adapt!"

"Don't back away. Push in! Keep pushing forward!"

"Don't stop. Fight until you're completely spent!"

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

Lin Fei stood nearby, casually tossed the baton aside, then hopped onto a table and crouched down. She picked up a slice of watermelon and took a bite.

"You guys just haven't suffered enough. This is nothing!"

"Your stamina's worse than the old lady who sweeps the main gym. She can keep going for eighty or a hundred rounds."

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey—"

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

"You know what? I should just put you through angel training!"

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

"Don't worry. Angels don't cost a thing—it's completely free!"

"I just happen to enjoy tormenting people... Uh, what I mean is, I cherish talent!"

"That's right. I'm a talent lover!"

Lin Ye was tempted by Lin Fei's words.

He glanced at the Monument.

Soul Whale Fist Level One (10/100)

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

But he knew that was impossible. His body needed time to recover.

He raised his arm slightly, about to say he'd join the special training.

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

"Brother Lin, don't."

Wei Qian's tone was calm, giving nothing away, but his remaining teeth chattered nonstop.

He looked at Lin Ye, unable to understand what was going through his mind.

The head instructor was obviously a walking Demon Pill, getting her kicks out of tormenting people!

Why was Brother Lin volunteering for more?

Or did Brother Lin actually have... some kind of peculiar interest?

He thought of the head instructor's pretty face, more beautiful than a woman's, and that tiny canine tooth... Well, people had their needs.

But Brother Lin, don't drag me into this! I really can't take it.

Just then, something caught his eye.

Right in front of him, an arm with skin like pale yellow jade slowly rose.

Wei Qian's expression changed. Lin Fei's face lit up.

"Hey!"

She casually tossed the watermelon rind. It spun through the air and landed in the trash can.

She licked her canine tooth. "Two of you agreed. Majority rules!"

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

"Lin Ye, come on. We're going to the Medicine Bath Room!"

"Yan Yi, Wei Qian, you can head back. Remember to come for special training every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday!"

"I'm personally giving you this extra training!"

With that, she strode out the door, not giving Wei Qian a chance to speak.

Wei Qian stared toward the doorway, watching Lin Fei walk away. His expression was miserable, and every word whistled through the gaps in his teeth.

He turned around. Yan Yi and Lin Ye's heads came into view, one behind the other, making him feel even more miserable.

What had I ever done to deserve this?

How had I managed to run into two great masters at once—the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix Fledgling?