Master of the Hall Who Used a Saber!

Over the next few days, the crude "teaching station" belonging to Lin Ming at the edge of the Special Training Camp's central plaza became one of the liveliest places in the camp.

Before dawn every day, students would voluntarily line up in long queues. Among them were quite a few veteran students who had spent years in the camp, and occasionally even one or two instructors could be seen mingling among the crowd and watching curiously.

Lin Ming's teaching method was simple, direct, and efficient. No matter what grade of martial skill a student brought—sabers, spears, swords, halberds, fists, kicks, palms, fingers, movement arts, footwork, or even obscure and unconventional martial skills—he only needed to quickly read through the complete manual once.

Then he would close his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he could pinpoint the practitioner's problem with unerring accuracy. He would demonstrate and explain in a manner that was almost enlightening, and often just a few words would make someone suddenly see the light, loosen a bottleneck, or even achieve a breakthrough on the spot.

Moreover, his fees were "fair," clearly marked, and honest to all.

Guaranteed mastery, or a full refund. Such sincerity and results were like a breath of fresh air in the Special Training Camp, where strength and competition were the main themes.

Of course, some people had questioned how a Third Tier newcomer could possibly be proficient in so many varied martial skills.

He must have used some unknown cheating method, or perhaps there was an expert guiding him behind the scenes.

But when they witnessed even some instructors known for their strictness and pickiness unable to hide looks of contemplation, realization, and even shock after hearing Lin Ming's assessment of a martial skill, all doubts vanished like smoke.

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