For a moment, the entire venue fell silent.
Everyone seemed to have forgotten to blink, unable to recover their senses for a long while.
Li Qingshan had won?
He had won after just one exchange?
This result not only surpassed everyone's expectations, but also shattered their worldview.
Was martial arts... like this?
A Body Tempering First Level fighter against a Body Tempering Third Level fighter, and victory came so easily?
There had been no fierce clash of fists against flesh, no perilous back-and-forth where one move made all the difference.
Li Qingshan had merely taken what seemed like a casual step, appearing behind Yu Zhuo before drawing his blade upward.
And then...
Yu Zhuo had fallen to his knees!
"Coach, you're awesome!"
Cao Shaoyu was the first to react. He jumped and bounced about, wildly excited.
So cool! This was the martial arts he wanted to learn!
The others gradually came back to themselves, their expressions exceedingly complicated.
Only now—
did they understand that when Li Qingshan had said, "You're weak, I'm strong," it had not been arrogant nonsense from someone ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.
It was an objective fact!
So long as Li Qingshan wished it, he could split Yu Zhuo in half in a single exchange.
"Martial Technique!"
Zhao Hongzhou spoke in a muffled voice, pointing out the key to the outcome.
He remembered that Li Qingshan had indeed practiced Martial Techniques before, but he had never expected that, without anyone noticing, Li Qingshan had trained one to such a level.
"Martial Technique..."
Yu Zhuo repeated those words and looked up at Li Qingshan.
His pale face was filled with disbelief, even greater than before.
"Has your Mizong Step reached Great Accomplishment?"
Li Qingshan had appeared behind him in an instant just now. Only a Mizong Step at Great Accomplishment could accomplish that.
But a new student who had joined the Martial Arts Class only a month ago, with Mizong Step at Great Accomplishment?
Even the thought of it made Yu Zhuo feel as though he were hearing a fantasy from the heavens.
He was practicing Mizong Step as well, and had trained it for more than half a year, yet he had only barely reached proficiency.
Facing Yu Zhuo's eager, knowledge-hungry gaze,
Li Qingshan gave a faint smile and ignored him outright, stepping past him toward Manager Zhou.
"The problem's settled. Help me arrange a classroom so we can start the lesson."
"Yes, yes, yes, no problem!"
Manager Zhou answered repeatedly, wiping his palm over his scalp. His hand came away covered in sweat.
That had been far too thrilling!
Little Fatty Cao Shaoyu was very forthright 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.
Inside an empty classroom on the fourth floor of the gym,
Li Qingshan picked up a wooden blade and tossed it to Cao Shaoyu.
"Today, I'll teach you blade techniques first. As long as you can learn it, you should be able to win even with a wooden blade."
The copyrights for basic Martial Techniques were open to the public and did not restrict their spread.
Little Fatty clearly fought often. Li Qingshan intended to first use Martial Techniques to ignite his enthusiasm for cultivation, then slowly guide him from there.
"Blade techniques?"
Cao Shaoyu hugged the wooden blade, his face tangled with hesitation.
"What, you don't want to learn?" Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow in surprise.
He had clearly been full of excitement 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-Stabbing Blade!"
"What Groin-Stabbing Blade?!"
Li Qingshan's face immediately darkened.
He drew his blade from its sheath and slashed through the air. The sound of the blade cutting the wind rang out without end.
"Watch carefully. This is the Wind Shadow Blade!"
However, his demonstration had no effect at all.
Cao Shaoyu bit his lip and stubbornly argued,
"I don't care. I'm not learning it anyway."
After seeing Li Qingshan's earlier upward slash tear through Yu Zhuo's crotch,
this blade technique had already become equivalent to a groin kick in his mind.
How could martial artists like them use such despicable moves?
Even when people fought at school, no one dared to shamelessly use a groin kick anymore.
If he truly learned this blade technique, would he not be looked down upon to death when he returned to school?
Li Qingshan took a deep breath, tightening his grip around the blade hilt before slowly loosening it again.
I've already taken his money. I can't get angry.
He's a customer. I need to show some professionalism.
Thought after thought flashed through his mind.
Li Qingshan finally suppressed the urge to bully the young and forced out a kind, amiable smile.
"If you don't want to learn blade techniques, that's fine. Then tell me, what do you want to learn?"
"Coach, stop smiling. You're scaring me!"
Cao Shaoyu backed away two steps and shrank his neck.
Seeing that the smile on Li Qingshan's face had stiffened and somehow become even more frightening, he hurriedly said,
"I want to learn a Movement Technique! Like what you did just now, Coach—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~!"
Little Fatty provided his own sound effects while bouncing his short, thick legs and hopping back and forth.
From time to time, a fold of fat slipped out from beneath the hem of his clothes around his round waist.
Li Qingshan gripped the blade hilt again, veins throbbing on his forehead.
You're a little fatty, and you're telling me you want to learn a Movement Technique?
One minute later,
Cao Shaoyu finally stopped moving, fine beads of sweat covering his forehead.
Though he was panting heavily, his face remained brimming with excitement.
"Coach, can I?"
Li Qingshan met those burning eyes and fell silent for a moment before finally breaking into a smile.
"Of course you can!"
Li Qingshan opened his Communicator, pulled up the information on Mizong Step, and projected it onto the large screen on one side of the room.
He spent roughly half an hour thoroughly explaining the key points of the entry-level footwork and personally demonstrated it several times.
After that, he let Cao Shaoyu practice by himself.
Inside the empty classroom,
Cao Shaoyu stumbled and lurched, falling down 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 fairly persistent."
Li Qingshan leaned against the wall, sitting on the floor as he nodded lightly.
Teaching Mizong Step was merely because he did not want to dampen Cao Shaoyu's enthusiasm.
But...
After glancing at Little Fatty, who fell once every two steps, Li Qingshan lightly 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 merely a projection of one's consciousness. If anything happened to his physical body in reality, he would awaken immediately, so it would not cause any problems.
On the circular platform, Li Qingshan glanced at the Wolf Poison statue.
"I'll let you off this time!"
He then spread his limbs and began cultivating The Stars Are Calling.
Only half an hour of Cao Shaoyu's lesson had passed, meaning there was still an hour and a half of class left.
Converted inside the space, that was a full fifteen hours.
Li Qingshan cultivated over and over until his proficiency had risen by 4 points, only then stopping.
"Is Cao Shaoyu still practicing?"
Since no one had woken him, Li Qingshan found it somewhat strange. Filled with doubt, he opened his eyes.
He saw Little Fatty's feet crossing and shifting as he twisted and darted about with remarkable agility.
Li Qingshan rubbed his eyes and stared once more at that sweat-soaked face.
After confirming that the little fatty before him truly was Cao Shaoyu, he could not help but suck in a cold breath.
"He got started in just an hour and a half?"
Cao Shaoyu did not have a Status Panel. Unlike Li Qingshan, he could not reach the entry level simply by succeeding once.
For a moment, Li Qingshan's gaze turned strange.
"Did I really 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 became stern as he rose to his feet.
"Your talent isn't bad. You can barely be considered to have gotten started. It should be enough for you to go back to school and 'get revenge.'"
An entry-level Mizong Step would find it difficult to have much effect in a battle between Martial Artists.
But when it came to children fighting, it was absolutely a dimensionality-reducing strike.
"Really?" Cao Shaoyu's eyes widened, and he grew even more excited.
"You'll know whether it's real or not tomorrow." Li Qingshan smiled and continued, "Also, I've already decided on tomorrow's lesson. You'll cultivate The Stars Are Calling!"
"Huh?"
His excitement instantly vanished, and Cao Shaoyu pulled a long face.
"Coach, I don't want to do Broadcast Gymnastics."
"You have to do it whether you want to or not!"
Li Qingshan left no room for argument as he turned and walked out of the classroom.
The threshold for New Continent's selection of Martial Artist talent was reaching the third level 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 be dedicated to his work.
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