"This is super-powerful, super-practical unrestricted combat. Have you experienced it?
It's fundamentally different from other fighting styles!
No restrictions on weapons, settings, or methods. Make full use of the environment and the rules..."
The scrawny old man, who called himself Sun Jin, Teacher Sun, began boasting about his unrestricted combat, claiming it was a fighting style he had created by studying and integrating all sorts of martial arts theories.
Yang Yi glanced at his chest.
If Mentor Sun had been holding a gun like a matter disintegrator earlier and hit him at close range, he really might have been injured.
Yet judging purely by his physical performance, this old man wasn't even at the Extraordinary level...
"...I'll learn!" After some thought, Yang Yi decided to learn it.
"I dare say this fighting style is the strongest of them all. Anyone who disagrees can challenge me. You absolutely must... what did you say?"
"I said I want to learn."
Old Man Sun froze, swallowing all the remarks he had prepared.
When he had taught before, the few students who enrolled had all chosen to drop the class after he put them through his tricks, sharing a complete disdain for his combat philosophy.
Yang Yi could be considered the first student who genuinely wanted to learn.
"Then you've got a good eye.
This is the secret manual I developed. You can read it first.
Next Thursday, at eight in the evening again, I'll test how well you've learned it."
Teacher Sun tossed him a "secret manual," with the title scrawled in ugly handwriting: "Super-powerful unrestricted combat that's simple, practical, and easy enough for even a monkey to learn."
This was probably the course's new name. Perhaps too few people had enrolled, so the teacher had renamed it.
But Yang Yi felt... if