"This is called Tailwind Toss. Remember it," Tang Wen said as he landed lightly.
At once, the classroom settled down, silent as a flock of crows and sparrows.
"Reporting! Your student Yang Kai dares to challenge Elder Tang!" Just then, a short, plump man stood up. He was actually an elder too.
"You're the chief instructor of the Southern Training Ground?" Tang Wen asked with a smile.
"I used to be. Now, however, I'm your student." Despite his words, Yang Kai wore an unruly, arrogant expression.
"I've long heard your great name, but we've never met. Chief Instructor Yang, please!" Tang Wen planted his feet and courteously extended a hand.
"You're our instructor, and we're all students now, so this student won't stand on ceremony." As Yang Kai spoke, he twisted his body and pounced before Tang Wen in an instant like an elusive wildcat.
Tang Wen spun like a great windmill. Sss! A burning sting swept across his back.
Damn!
Although his camouflage uniform had not torn, Yang Kai's uncanny move had scraped across it.
"Good!"
"The chief instructor is the chief instructor, all right!"
"The top dog of our Southern Hall training ground!"
At once, dozens of instructors applauded and cheered.
Two of them had suffered setbacks in succession just now. Now they could finally hold their heads high; they would have let themselves down if they did not roar their approval.
Yang Kai grew even more pleased with himself. His footwork shifted rapidly, producing two silhouettes at once, and he struck back fiercely at Tang Wen like scattered leaves whirling in the wind.
Tang Wen was startled too. It seemed a higher cultivation realm did not necessarily mean victory in martial combat.
Yang Kai was only at sixth-rank great perfection, a full two minor stages below