"Rumble!"
The entire kitchen collapsed, sending dust flying all over Flender's face.
"Oscar! Is this how you watch the kitchen?!"
But Oscar, still dreaming, mumbled, "Who's calling me?"
Then he pulled the covers over his head and went back to sleep.
Not until the next day did Oscar stretch. "Ahh~ That feels good..."
"Ah! Dean Flender, what happened to you?!"
Flender stood at Oscar's bedside with his face covered in black soot. "Do you see all the dust on my face?"
"Yes. What's wrong, Dean?" Oscar asked timidly, hiding under the covers.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah!"
Flender wiped his face clean on Oscar's cup, gave a cold snort, and turned to leave.
Oscar still clutched his quilt, sitting blankly on the bed with the look of someone who had been violated.
"Get up and cultivate, now!"
"Yes!" Oscar sprang to his feet reflexively.
He threw on his clothes and ran out.
Only a quilt bearing the imprint of a black face remained, lying crumpled on the bed.
The next morning, after leaving Tang San and Xiao Wu with the Iron-Armed Azure Ape, Lan Changsheng left again. No one knew what he had gone to do.
Tang San clenched his fists. "Teacher Ape, Layered Shock-that's what I call the force you taught us-still didn't come out smoothly in actual combat this time. Xiao Wu even strained herself trying to force it."
"Roar." You're still not practiced enough. Watch closely.
The Iron-Armed Azure Ape settled into a horse stance and casually threw a few punches. Tang San recognized the force he called Layered Shock in every punch, even as the ape twisted, turned, and shifted about.
"Roar." This is an insight I've only recently gained. It happens to fit your current problem, so I'll teach it to you.
"All right!"
"Roar." But remember,