The Nimble Little Fatty

For a moment, the entire venue fell silent.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten to blink, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

Li Qingshan won?

In just one exchange, he won?

This outcome not only caught everyone present off guard but also shattered their worldview.

Was martial arts really like this?

A Body Tempering First Level against a Body Tempering Third Level, winning so easily?

No intense, flesh-to-flesh clash, no hairbreadth escape from danger.

Li Qingshan simply took a seemingly casual step, moved behind Yu Zhuo, and drew his blade upward.

And then...

Yu Zhuo knelt!

"Coach, you're awesome!"

Cao Shaoyu was the first to react, hopping and jumping in sheer excitement.

That was so cool—this was the martial arts he wanted to learn!

The others gradually came to, their gazes complex.

Only now

did they understand that Li Qingshan's words, "You're weak, I'm strong!" were no arrogant, reckless boast.

It was an objective fact!

If Li Qingshan wanted, he could have split Yu Zhuo in two with a single move.

"Martial skill!"

Zhao Hongzhou muttered, pinpointing the key to this victory.

He remembered that Li Qingshan had indeed been practicing martial skills before, but he never expected that, without anyone noticing, he had honed them to such a level.

"Martial skill..."

Yu Zhuo repeated the word, looking up at Li Qingshan.

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

"Has your Mizong Step reached Great Accomplishment?"

That instant when Li Qingshan appeared behind him—only a Great Accomplishment Mizong Step could achieve that.

But a freshman who had only been in the Martial Arts Class for a month, reaching Great Accomplishment in Mizong Step?

Just the thought of it felt like a fantasy to Yu Zhuo.

He had been practicing Mizong Step too, for over half a year, and had only barely reached proficiency.

Facing Yu Zhuo's eager, thirsting gaze, Li Qingshan gave a faint smile, completely ignored him, stepped past him, and walked toward Manager Zhou.

"Problem's solved. Help me arrange a classroom for the lesson."

"Alright, alright, no problem!"

Manager Zhou nodded repeatedly, wiping his hand across his forehead—it was drenched with sweat.

That was way too intense!

The chubby kid, Cao Shaoyu, was quite generous and immediately booked 30 days of lessons.

Two class periods every evening, totaling 120,000 Star Coins, directly transferred to Li Qingshan's account.

On the fourth floor of the Gym, in an empty classroom.

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

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

Basic martial skill copyrights were open and unrestricted in their spread.

The chubby kid clearly got into fights often, so Li Qingshan planned to use martial skills to ignite his passion for training, then slowly guide him.

"Blade techniques?"

Cao Shaoyu hugged the wooden blade, his expression conflicted.

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

Wasn't he just excited a moment ago? Why the sudden loss of interest?

Cao Shaoyu puffed out his chest and mustered his courage: "Coach, I don't want to learn the Groin-Stabbing Blade!"

"What Groin-Stabbing Blade!"

Li Qingshan's face instantly darkened.

He drew his blade from its sheath and slashed at the air, the sound of breaking wind echoing without end.

"Watch closely—this is the Wind Shadow Blade!"

But his demonstration had no effect.

Cao Shaoyu bit his lip and talked back stubbornly:

"No way, I'm just not learning it."

After seeing Li Qingshan's upward slash that had sliced open Yu Zhuo's crotch, this blade technique in his mind had become equivalent to the groin kick.

How could a Martial Artist use such a despicable move?

Even in school fights, no one had the nerve to shamelessly throw a groin kick.

If he actually learned this technique, he'd be looked down on when he got back to school.

Li Qingshan took a deep breath, his right hand tightening around the hilt before slowly loosening.

I've already taken the money. Can't get angry.

He's the client. I have to show some service attitude.

One thought after another flashed through his mind.

Li Qingshan finally suppressed the urge to "bully the weak" and forced a warm, friendly smile.

"Fine, you don't have to learn the blade technique. Then tell me—what do you want to learn?"

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

Cao Shaoyu took two steps back and shrank his neck.

Seeing that the smile on the other's face had stiffened and seemed even more terrifying, he quickly said:

"I want to learn a Movement Technique! Like what you did just now, coach—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~!"

The little fat kid made sound effects while hopping on his chubby legs, bouncing back and forth.

Every now and then, a roll of belly fat peeked out from under his shirt at his round waist.

Li Qingshan tightened his grip on the hilt again, veins bulging on his forehead.

A little fatty like you telling me you want to learn a Movement Technique?

A minute later, Cao Shaoyu finally stopped moving, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

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

"Coach, is that okay?"

Li Qingshan met those burning eyes, paused for a moment, and finally broke into a smile.

"Of course it is!"

Li Qingshan opened his Communicator, pulled up the data for Mizong Step, and projected it onto the large screen on one side of the room.

He spent about half an hour explaining the key points of the basic footwork in detail and demonstrated it several times himself.

Then, he let Cao Shaoyu practice on his own.

In the empty training room, Cao Shaoyu stumbled along, falling now and then.

But his excitement didn't fade. Every time he fell, he quickly got back up and kept practicing.

At least he's got some perseverance.

Li Qingshan leaned against the wall, sitting on the floor, and nodded lightly.

Teaching Mizong Step was just to avoid crushing Cao Shaoyu's enthusiasm.

But...

He glanced at the little fat kid who fell every two steps, shook his head slightly, and closed his eyes.

He'd taught everything he needed to. Time to slack off and cultivate.

In the Martial Arts Space, only a projection of consciousness existed. If his real body stirred, he'd wake up immediately—no harm done.

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

I'll let you off for now.

Then he spread his limbs and began cultivating The Stars Are Calling.

Cao Shaoyu's lesson had only been going for half an hour, meaning there was still an hour and a half of class time.

Translated into the space, that was a full fifteen hours.

Li Qingshan practiced over and over until his proficiency had increased by 4 points, then finally stopped.

"Is Cao Shaoyu still practicing?"

Not having been woken up, Li Qingshan found it strange. With some confusion, he opened his eyes.

He saw Little Fatty stepping in crisscross patterns, dodging and shifting with incredible agility.

Li Qingshan rubbed his eyes and stared again at that sweat-drenched face.

After confirming that the little fatty before him was indeed Cao Shaoyu, he couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.

"An hour and a half, and he's already grasped the basics?"

Cao Shaoyu didn't have a Status Panel; he couldn't just master it in one try like Li Qingshan could.

For a moment, Li Qingshan's gaze turned peculiar.

"Did I actually stumble upon a genius?"

"Coach, you're awake?"

Seeing Li Qingshan's eyes open, Cao Shaoyu rushed over excitedly.

"Awake? I was cultivating just now!"

Li Qingshan straightened his face and stood up.

"Your talent's not bad. Barely got the basics down. Should be enough for you to go back to school and 'get your revenge.'"

An entry-level Mizong Step was hardly useful in a Martial Artist duel.

But for kid fights? That was a total curb-stomp.

"Really?" Cao Shaoyu's eyes went wide, even more excited.

"You'll find out tomorrow whether it's real or not." Li Qingshan smiled and continued:

"Also, I've already decided on tomorrow's lesson. We're training The Stars Are Calling!"

"Huh?"

The excitement faded instantly. Cao Shaoyu made a miserable face and said:

"Coach, I don't want to do Broadcast Gymnastics."

"Whether you want to or not, you're doing it!"

Li Qingshan left no room for argument, turned around, and walked out of the classroom.

The threshold for screening Martial Artist talent in the New Continent was reaching the third level of The Stars Are Calling before graduating middle school.

If Cao Shaoyu really was a genius, then there was no time to waste.

Since Li Qingshan had taken the tuition, he naturally had to be dedicated to his job.