Chapter 92: Rapid Martial Arts Mastery

Chapter 92: Rapid Martial Arts Mastery (Thanks to Patron 20190611151400639)

The middle-aged man’s expression shifted to cautious respect when he saw Zhang Yu demonstrate Level 10 Infinite Cloud Hands. “A Level 10 Infinite Cloud Hands? That’s quality craftsmanship rare to find these days. Impressive.”

In his mind, anyone who’d cultivated a combat martial art like Infinite Cloud Hands to Level 10 must already be at the peak of Spirit Cultivation—someone who’d graduated high school with wealth, time, and dedication to pursue practical martial arts. After all, most people assumed no one could reach Level 10 in Infinite Cloud Hands without cultivating Spiritual Resolve, Spiritual Power, or physical strength simultaneously. Anyone with the time to hone Infinite Cloud Hands to Level 10 would likely have maxed out their Foundation Cultivation stats too.

“This might even be some high school martial arts teacher moonlighting for extra cash,” he mused. But he had no intention of prying—secrets were dangerous currency in his line of work.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll need to record some details. A few questions first.” When Zhang Yu nodded, he continued, “Would you prefer part-time or full-time work?”

“Part-time.”

“How much teaching experience do you have?”

The Cloth Doll Deity whispered, “Say ten years. Trust me.”

Zhang Yu hesitated, then leaned into the lie. “Ten years teaching at key high schools.”

The man nodded, scribbling notes. “Any specialties?”

Guided by the Cloth Doll Deity’s nudges, Zhang Yu found his rhythm. “I specialize in martial arts instruction. Besides Infinite Cloud Hands, I’ve mastered multiple Level 10 techniques.”

The man’s pen kept moving. “How do you keep students engaged and focused?”

“The basics work best—make underperformers kneel, let top students mock them, and treat students differently based on their participation.”

The man nodded approvingly. “Can you handle students with lower intelligence?”

Zhang Yu blinked. “Lower intelligence?”

“We cater to the lower-tier market,” the man explained. “Our students average below 450 across six subjects. They need patient teachers who simplify lessons. It’s different from teaching elite high schoolers.”

Zhang Yu resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “I specialize in teaching struggling students.”

“There’s also financial services,” the man added. “Tutors must promote tutoring loans and installment plans.”

Zhang Yu frowned. “Loans?”

“For covering course fees,” the man said, waving a hand. “Don’t worry—quality teaching excuses most requirements.”

He leaned forward. “If classes are interrupted by Corporation security or rival gangs, would you fight? Kill if needed?”

Zhang Yu fell silent. So teachers here double as hitmen? He sighed. At least they asked first—marginally ethical.

The man misread his pause. “We understand. All penalties and compensation from combat are covered by Shadow Study Gang.”

Zhang Yu’s brief gratitude vanished. They just want to know if I’m cheap enough to use. He declined politely—his Level 10 martial arts couldn’t compensate for freshman-level Spiritual Power and Physical Strength.

The man accepted his refusal gracefully. After more questions, he concluded, “We’ll schedule a trial class. Your Infinite Cloud Hands are strong, but combat arts don’t sell like health cultivation or productivity techniques.”

He smiled. “Your background in key high schools might not match our market. For example, would you teach Digging Palm or Sports Car Legs?”

Zhang Yu recalled online rankings. “Those basic workhorse techniques?”

“Exactly. Cheap per-student fees, but classes of dozens—even hundreds. Profit margins surprise many.”

“Other basics like Unarmed Combat, Basic Swordsmanship, or Spiritual Respiration also draw crowds.”

Zhang Yu’s eyes gleamed. Feather Book Specialization could boost those to Level 10 fast.

The man finalized details. “Five days work for your trial? We’ll assign evaluators for Digging Palm and Sports Car Legs too.”

Zhang Yu agreed. “Download Kunshen World and add me there for updates,” the man added when Zhang Yu refused a phone number.

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Outside, the Cloth Doll Deity scoffed. “You’re learning Digging Palm? A key high schooler?”

Zhang Yu scrolled through a shopping app, purchasing the martial arts. “Five days is enough.”

She frowned. “Even if you learn them, how’ll you compete with tutors who’ve taught years?”

He ignored her, balance dropping to ¥12,000 after purchases. Back at the Half-Constructed Tower, he activated Feather Book Specialization on Digging Palm.

The technique mimicked excavator mechanics—three moves: forward dig, reverse dig, and sweep. He skimmed the manual, then struck the air. Uncontrolled energy dissipated uselessly.

“Told you it’s wasted effort,” the deity scoffed. “You think—”

Zhang Yu moved again. This time, his palms carved roaring arcs, as if wielding invisible buckets. The air trembled.

“You’re kidding…” she stammered. “Already?!”

Within hours, his mastery soared. From clumsy novice to a force that seemed ready to flatten the tower, his progress defied logic.

(End of Chapter)

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