The Agile Little Chubby?

For a moment, the entire venue fell silent.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten how to blink, unable to recover their senses for a long while.

Li Qingshan had won?

He had won in just one exchange?

This result not only exceeded everyone's expectations, but also shattered their worldview.

Was martial arts supposed to be like this?

A Body Tempering First Stage fighter against a Body Tempering Third Stage fighter, and victory came that easily?

There had been no fierce exchange of blows, no perilous battle decided by a single move.

Li Qingshan had merely taken what looked like a casual step, appearing behind Yu Zhuo as he drew his blade upward.

Then...

Yu Zhuo knelt!

"Coach, you're awesome!"

Cao Shaoyu was the first to react. He jumped and bounced around, thrilled beyond measure.

So cool! This was the martial arts he wanted to learn!

The others gradually came back to their senses, their expressions complicated.

Only now

did they understand that when Li Qingshan said, "You're weak, I'm strong," he had not been making an arrogant claim out of ignorance.

It was an objectively existing fact!

If Li Qingshan had wanted to, he could have split Yu Zhuo in half in a single exchange.

"Martial skill!"

Zhao Hongzhou spoke in a muffled voice, pointing out the key to the outcome.

He remembered that Li Qingshan had indeed practiced martial skills before, but he had never expected him to have trained one to such a level without anyone noticing.

"Martial skill..."

Yu Zhuo repeated those two words and looked up at Li Qingshan.

His pale face was filled with disbelief, even more so than before.

"Has your Lost-Trace Steps reached mastery?"

Li Qingshan had appeared behind him in an instant. Only mastery-level Lost-Trace Steps could accomplish that.

But a freshman who had only been in martial arts class for a month, with Lost-Trace Steps at mastery?

Yu Zhuo felt it was pure fantasy just thinking about it.

He practiced Lost-Trace Steps too, and after more than half a year, he had only barely reached proficiency.

Faced with Yu Zhuo's eager, inquisitive gaze,

Li Qingshan smiled faintly and ignored him outright. He stepped past him and walked toward Manager Zhou.

"The problem's settled. Arrange a classroom for my lessons."

"Sure, sure, no problem!"

Manager Zhou replied repeatedly, wiping his palm over his scalp and coming away with a hand full of sweat.

That had been far too thrilling!

The little chubby boy, Cao Shaoyu, was extremely straightforward and immediately booked thirty days of lessons.

Two class periods every evening, for a total of 120,000 Star Coins, transferred directly into Li Qingshan's account.

On the fourth floor of the gym, inside an empty classroom.

Li Qingshan picked up a wooden saber and tossed it to Cao Shaoyu.

"Today, I'll teach you saber techniques first. As long as you can learn them, you should be able to win even with a wooden saber."

The copyrights for basic martial skills were open and unrestricted in terms of transmission.

The little chubby boy clearly fought often, so Li Qingshan planned to use martial skills to ignite his enthusiasm for training before gradually guiding him further.

"Saber techniques?"

Cao Shaoyu hugged the wooden saber, his face conflicted.

"What, you don't want to learn?" Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He had clearly looked excited just now. Why had he suddenly lost interest?

Cao Shaoyu puffed out his chest and gathered his courage.

"Coach, I don't want to learn the Groin-Striking Saber!"

"What Groin-Striking Saber?!"

Li Qingshan's face instantly darkened.

He drew his saber and slashed through the air, the sound of it cutting the wind ringing out continuously.

"Look carefully. This is the Wind Shadow Blade!"

However, his demonstration had no effect whatsoever.

Cao Shaoyu bit his lip and stubbornly argued.

"I don't care. I'm not learning it."

After seeing Li Qingshan's upward slash tear through Yu Zhuo's crotch earlier,

this saber technique had become equivalent to a groin kick in his mind.

How could a martial artist use such a despicable move?

Even when students fought at school, no one dared shamelessly use groin kicks anymore.

If he really learned this saber technique, wouldn't everyone at school look down on him to death?

Li Qingshan took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the saber hilt, then slowly loosened it.

I've taken his money. I can't get angry.

He's a customer. I need to maintain a service attitude.

One thought after another flashed through his mind.

Li Qingshan finally forced down the urge to bully a child and squeezed out a kind, amiable smile.

"If you don't want to learn saber techniques, fine. Then tell me, what do you want to learn?"

"Coach, stop smiling. You're scaring me!"

Cao Shaoyu took two steps back and shrank his neck.

Seeing the frozen smile on the other side somehow become even more terrifying, he hurriedly said,

"I want to learn movement techniques! Like what you did earlier, Coach—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~!"

The little chubby boy made sound effects as he bounced his thick little legs, hopping back and forth.

Now and then, a roll of fat slipped out from beneath the hem of his shirt around his round waist.

Li Qingshan gripped the saber hilt again, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

You're a little chubby kid, and you're telling me you want to learn movement techniques?

A minute later,

Cao Shaoyu finally stopped, fine beads of sweat covering his forehead.

Though he was panting heavily, his face remained full of excitement.

"Coach, can I?"

Li Qingshan met those blazing eyes. After a brief silence, he finally broke into a smile.

"Of course you can!"

Li Qingshan activated his communicator, pulled up information on Lost-Trace Steps, and projected it onto the large screen on one side of the room.

He spent around half an hour explaining the key points of the beginner footwork in detail and personally demonstrated it several times.

Then he let Cao Shaoyu practice on his own.

Inside the empty classroom,

Cao Shaoyu stumbled about and fell from time to time.

Yet the excitement on his face did not diminish. Every time he fell, he quickly climbed back up and continued practicing.

"He's got some perseverance."

Leaning against the wall, Li Qingshan sat on the floor and nodded lightly.

He had only taught Lost-Trace Steps because he did not want to crush Cao Shaoyu's enthusiasm.

But...

Glancing at the little chubby boy who fell every other step, Li Qingshan shook his head and closed his eyes.

He had taught everything he needed to teach. It was time to slack off and cultivate.

The Martial Arts Space was only a projection of consciousness. If anything happened to his real body, he would wake immediately, so it would not affect him.

On the circular platform, Li Qingshan glanced at the Wolf Venom statue.

"I'll let you off for now!"

He then spread his limbs and began cultivating The Stars Are Calling.

Only half an hour had passed in Cao Shaoyu's lesson, meaning there was still an hour and a half of class time left.

Inside the space, that amounted to a full fifteen hours.

Li Qingshan cultivated again and again, stopping only after his proficiency had risen by 4 points.

"Is Cao Shaoyu still practicing?"

No one had awakened him all this time, and Li Qingshan found it rather strange. He opened his eyes in confusion.

He saw the little chubby boy's feet weaving as he shifted and darted about with astonishing agility.

Huh?

Li Qingshan rubbed his eyes and stared once more at that sweat-soaked face.

After confirming that the little chubby boy before him really was Cao Shaoyu, he could not help sucking in a sharp breath.

"He got started in an hour and a half?"

Cao Shaoyu did not have a panel. He could not enter the beginner stage like Li Qingshan just by succeeding once.

For a moment, Li Qingshan looked at him strangely.

"Did I happen to pick up a genius?"

"Coach, you're awake?"

Seeing Li Qingshan open his eyes, Cao Shaoyu ran over excitedly.

"What do you mean, awake? I was cultivating just now!"

Li Qingshan's expression turned stern as he stood up.

"Your talent's not bad. You've barely reached the beginner stage. That should be enough for you to go back to school and 'get revenge.'"

Beginner-level Lost-Trace Steps would be difficult to use effectively in a battle between martial artists.

But against children in a fight, it would absolutely be a crushing advantage.

"Really?" Cao Shaoyu's eyes widened, and he became even more excited.

"Whether it's real or not, you'll find out tomorrow." Li Qingshan smiled, then continued, "Also, I've already decided on tomorrow's lesson. We'll be cultivating The Stars Are Calling!"

"Ah?"

His excitement instantly vanished, and Cao Shaoyu pulled a long face.

"Coach, I don't want to do calisthenics."

"You have to do it whether you want to or not!"

Li Qingshan left no room for argument and turned to walk out of the classroom.

The threshold for New Continent to select martial talent was reaching the third stage of The Stars Are Calling before graduating middle school.

If Cao Shaoyu truly was a genius, then his time could not be wasted.

Since Li Qingshan had accepted the tuition, he naturally had to do his job conscientiously.