The two returned to the crowd. The many martial students cast looks of utter envy at Luo Chan, then turned to Huang Tian with deep envy and helplessness.
This guy was simply not human!
Chief Instructor Liu coughed, then asked with some curiosity, "Huang Tian, did you learn that Heaven-Supporting Palm you just used while fighting Luo Chan?"
Huang Tian nodded.
"You learned it in a single instant?"
"Yes."
Their utterly ordinary conversation made the martial students in the training yard suck in a mouthful of numbing, spicy cold skin noodles.
"How many martial arts have you learned?"
"A lot."
He had indeed learned a lot. He had picked up a dozen or twenty different kinds of fist techniques, palm techniques, and leg techniques by watching the martial students spar in the training yard. Add to that the ones he had read about in the Library Pavilion, and there were simply too many to count—at least three hundred.
Liu Kuo sighed with feeling and shook his head repeatedly. "Your comprehension... really... I don't know what to say. You're even more proficient in martial arts than I am. I'm tempted to make you the chief instructor."
Huang Tian smiled but said nothing.
"All right, Luo Chan and Huang Tian's match is over. Anyone else want to give it a try?" Liu Kuo asked, his hands behind his back.
The martial students glanced at one another. Suddenly, a short young man stepped forward—the same one who had exclaimed, "That's my Mountain-Collapsing Fist!"
"I'd like to ask Brother Huang for some pointers. Please don't hold back." The short young man saluted. "Of course, Brother Huang can rest first. We can spar once you've recovered."
Huang Tian shook his head. "No need. Let's start."
As he spoke, he walked onto the training ground and