"How about you practice sparring with me, Teacher?"
"No. That'd be too much trouble. I'm not your master." Li Shuhong quickly shook his head.
"Then teach me some other martial arts?"
Shuya asked again.
Li Shuhong snorted. "You little brat, you're quite the schemer, trying to get your hands on my martial arts. Forget it. I'm not passing them on to you."
"Tsk."
Shuya was disappointed. The old man really did stick to his word.
He'd said he wouldn't take Shuya as his disciple, and he really wouldn't. He'd said he'd only teach him the Northland New Snow Thousand-Fold Style, and he really was only teaching him the Northland New Snow Thousand-Fold Style.
He really hadn't passed on any of the other techniques he knew.
He'd only helped Shuya lay a foundation.
As for anything else, Li Shuhong had made it clear he couldn't care less.
What a character.
Li Shuhong said, "You can stop trying to get me to teach you. It's actually good for you if I don't. You won't get too caught up in the patterns of too many moves."
That sounded like an excuse no matter how you looked at it.
The truth was, he just couldn't be bothered.
Shuya didn't know what to say. Li Shuhong wasn't family; he had no obligation to teach him everything. Teaching him for a month was already an enormous favor.
Li Shuhong thought for a moment, then said, "How about this? I'll teach you Power of Will and Strange Arts this week."
"That sounds great!"
Shuya perked up.
Strange Arts were no worse than qi—in fact, they were even more versatile.
And, of course, they were cool.
If he mastered both qi and Strange Arts, he'd be twice as cool and have twice the fun.
Li Shuhong beckoned to