This Student Cannot Be Taught

That day, the students pushed another twenty miles deeper into the wilderness.

The Exotic Beasts in the wilderness were like weeds, growing in endless waves that could never be fully cleared.

Fortunately, the hundred-mile radius surrounding the fortress rarely saw Level 2 Exotic Beasts, making it suitable for the students' training.

Although some students were still getting injured, most had adapted well enough that they no longer completely forgot how to fight when encountering a Level 1 Exotic Beast.

Lu Chong, of course, insisted on his style of sniping kills, earning over three hundred military merits by the end of the half-day.

He had no choice; if he didn't snatch them, he wouldn't know where to get the resources for his medicinal bath that night.

Upon returning to camp, Lu Chong specifically checked Xue Cheng's military merits.

They were decent, just over three hundred—only a few dozen less than his own.

That was for the best; if the gap were too large, Lu Chong feared the kid might give up halfway and stop earning merits for him.

When it came time for the afternoon martial arts training, Lu Chong didn't choose Liu Ziqiang again, instead heading to another instructor who specialized in the Iron Wire Fist.

Using the same method, he successfully swindled another mid-grade martial skill: the Gale Step.

This was a movement technique purely for increasing sprinting speed, quite different from the short-range maneuvering of the Nine-Shadow Step.

Lu Chong naturally accepted it with joy and returned to Liu Ziqiang to share the good news.

"Haha, good! Instructor Zhang has been played by me as well."

Liu Ziqiang laughed with schadenfreude, then looked at Lu Chong with ill intent. "You've been practicing your Seven-Step Killing Fist for a day now; let's spar today."

He had been wanting to beat this kid up for a long time, and he couldn't miss such a perfect opportunity.

"Yes, please instruct me." Lu Chong, as always, refused no challenges and asked for guidance humbly.

He knew what the instructor was thinking, but sorry, my Seven-Step Killing Fist has already reached Great Success.

Fifteen minutes later, Liu Ziqiang dejectedly called a halt, muttering repeatedly that this wasn't human and couldn't be real.

"Have you really never touched this fist technique before?" Liu Ziqiang asked repeatedly, only to receive Lu Chong's affirmative reply.

It was fortunate he had already sent the other students to the military doctor, or he would have been embarrassed by Lu Chong in front of them too.

"Fine, I can't teach you anything, kid. You'd better look elsewhere."

In the end, Liu Ziqiang sent Lu Chong away like he was sending off a master, left to scratch his own head in frustration.

They were both human, so why was the gap so wide?

However, by the third day, Liu Ziqiang felt better, because another instructor, Zhang, suffered the same fate.

Moreover, it happened right before Liu Ziqiang's eyes: Lu Chong defeated him using the Gale Step.

On that same day, Lu Chong got his wish again, using his last unexposed technique, the Cloud Piercing Finger, to obtain a mid-grade martial skill called the Three-Inch Palm from another instructor, Instructor Chang.

This martial skill had its own unique qualities, focusing on unleashing killing intent within three inches; it was a close-quarters killing technique that emphasized short-range power.

Lu Chong, naturally, accepted it without hesitation.

By the fourth day, this Instructor Chang was also defeated by Lu Chong's Three-Inch Palm under the watchful eyes of Liu Ziqiang and Instructor Zhang.

By the afternoon of the fifth day, all the instructors stopped engaging with Lu Chong, leaving him out in the cold.

Clearly, all seven instructors had learned of his deeds and chose to keep their distance.

After class that day, the seven instructors specifically sought out Principal Fang to complain, "This student is impossible to teach. We've all been bled dry."

When Principal Fang learned of Lu Chong's actions, he laughed heartily, as he himself had been driven nearly mad by Lu Chong over the past few days.

Who could have imagined that his own top-tier Tiger Roar Skill would be practiced to the verge of the Microscopic realm by Lu Chong in a mere five days?

The frustration of being outclassed by someone else was enough to drive a man insane, and now, at least he didn't have to bear it alone.

Of course, Principal Fang was cunning and naturally wouldn't reveal this to the instructors.

He was already thinking about how to subject Lu Chong to special training; he couldn't let him stay idle and disrupt the other students' progress.

Thinking of this, Principal Fang said to the instructors, "The daily wilderness training is still necessary; it allows him to broaden his horizons, and the kid needs those military merits."

"However, the afternoon martial arts training does indeed need to be adjusted specifically for Lu Chong."

Principal Fang pondered, "What are your thoughts?"

Cheng Dongye hesitated for a moment before saying, "How about we have him spar with the soldiers? With no restrictions on martial skills."

Principal Fang slapped his thigh immediately and said, "Good, let's do that."

"The soldiers are veterans tempered by countless real battles. Only without restrictions on martial skills can it be considered true combat and killing techniques."

"Not just Lu Chong—once the other students have been tempered for half a month, they will join in too."

"Let them know what a real soldier is."

Instructor Liu Ziqiang suddenly spoke up, "But if we use soldiers of the same rank as Lu Chong, I'm afraid they won't pose much of a threat. You don't know how ruthless that kid is."

As the instructor who had personally taken Lu Chong to the wilderness, he knew Lu Chong's ferocity best; the soldiers' toughness might not be enough to suppress him.

Cheng Dongye snorted, "Don't worry. If one isn't enough, send two. If that doesn't work, send a whole squad of soldiers at once."

"Heh, I don't believe he can pull off a hundred-man kill, can he?"

Principal Fang nodded, enjoying the spectacle, "Well said. The kid needs to learn a lesson or two during this special training."

In the military camp, no one fears anyone; if you're dissatisfied, you just fight. Whoever is the toughest is the big brother.

Lu Chong had no idea he had been so thoroughly schemed against; he was currently soaking in a bath inside his tent, organizing the gains of the past few days.

Name: Lu Chong

Level: Martial Apprentice Stage 9 (65%)

Martial Skills: Nine-Shadow Step (Perfection)

Monument-Splitting Palm (Perfection)

Cloud Piercing Finger (Perfection)

Mountain Leaning Back (Perfection)

Eagle Claw Technique (Perfection)

Iron Wire Fist (Perfection)

Heart-Piercing Kick (Perfection)

Wind Splitting Leg (Perfection)

Golden Cicada Robe (Microscopic) (85%)

Tiger Roar Skill (Great Success) (59%)

Seven-Step Killing Fist (Microscopic) (50%)

Gale Step (Microscopic) (35%)

Three-Inch Palm (Microscopic) (10%)

Looking at the thirteen martial skills he had mastered, Lu Chong felt incredibly fulfilled.

Seven low-grade, four mid-grade, one high-grade, and one top-grade, Lu Chong thought to himself. I doubt there's anyone else at the Martial Apprentice stage who has cultivated as many martial skills as I have.