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Chapter 92: Rapid Mastery of Martial Arts
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The middle-aged man, upon seeing Zhang Yu demonstrate a 10th-level Wuji Yunshou, couldn’t help but flash a flicker of respect in his eyes.
“Ten-level Wuji Yunshou… such a high-quality cultivation technique is truly rare. Impressive, truly impressive.”
In his mind, only someone who had reached the peak of Qi Cultivation could possibly train a combat-focused technique like Wuji Yunshou to such a level. Such people were typically high school graduates with both the funds, free time, and passion to pursue advanced martial arts—something few could afford or commit to.
After all, in most people’s view, it was impossible to raise a technique like Wuji Yunshou to the 10th level without simultaneously cultivating Dao Heart, Martial Energy, and physical strength.
Anyone capable of pushing Wuji Yunshou to such a level would almost certainly have their other cultivation stats maximized as well.
The man mused inwardly: Maybe he’s just a martial arts teacher from some elite high school, sneaking in to teach extra classes for a side income.
Still, he didn’t dwell on it. In this line of work, prying into others’ secrets was strictly forbidden.
The man then asked, “We’ll need to register your details—just a few questions.”
After Zhang Yu nodded in agreement, the man continued, “Are you interested in part-time or full-time work?”
Zhang Yu: “Part-time.”
The man: “How’s your teaching experience?”
The Doll spoke up: “Tell him you’ve got ten years of experience. Trust me, it’ll work.”
Zhang Yu paused, then decided—since he was currently hiding his identity—it wouldn’t hurt to exaggerate a little.
“I have ten years of teaching experience at a top-tier high school.”
The man gave a slight nod. That fit his expectations perfectly. He jotted down the details and asked, “What are your specialties?”
Guided by The Doll, Zhang Yu gradually got the hang of the right answers.
“I specialize in martial arts instruction. Besides Wuji Yunshou, I’m proficient in several other 10th-level techniques.”
The man raised an eyebrow. “How do you typically keep students engaged and focused in your classroom?”
Zhang Yu replied without hesitation:
“The most basic method? Make underperformers kneel during class. Have top students mock them. Reward or punish based on behavior.”
The man nodded approvingly.
“Do you think you can handle students with lower IQs?”
Zhang Yu blinked. “Lower IQ?”
The man sighed with a wry smile. “We’re targeting the lower-tier market. Our students are generally average at best—average total scores across six subjects below 450. They’re not very bright. You’ll need patience, and you’ll have to speak simply. It’s quite different from teaching at a prestigious high school.”
Oh, so ordinary high school students and graduates are all just idiots in your eyes? Zhang Yu bit back a sarcastic retort, then nodded.
“I’m very good at teaching struggling students.”
The man added, “Also, our clients are mostly poor. Teachers are expected to promote financial services. Can you handle that?”
Zhang Yu frowned. “Financial services?”
The man chuckled. “You know—selling tutoring loans, installment payment plans for course fees, that kind of thing.”
Seeing Zhang Yu’s silence, the man added with a grin, “No worries. As long as your teaching quality is excellent, we won’t hold it against you if you don’t push these services.”
Then came another question:
“If your tutoring session is attacked by our security team or another gang, would you be willing to fight? And… would you be willing to kill?”
Zhang Yu fell silent.
No wonder this place is called the Dark Tutoring Realm.
A teacher not only teaches—but also fights, and possibly kills.
Still, he felt a flicker of relief. At least they asked if he wanted to. That was a small sign of moral consideration.
The man continued, “We understand your hesitation. Fighting and killing come with costs. But rest assured—Anxue Alliance covers all fines and compensation incurred during tutoring sessions due to combat. We’ll pay for everything.”
Zhang Yu’s faint relief vanished.
So it’s not about ethics—it’s just about pricing. You treat battlefield violence like a routine business expense.
Zhang Yu didn’t hesitate. He couldn’t agree.
Even though he had several techniques at the 10th level, his Martial Energy, Physical Strength Level, and other core stats were still at high school level. He wasn’t ready to throw himself into gang warfare.
Seeing Zhang Yu’s refusal, the man nodded in understanding.
After a few more questions, he smiled and said, “I’ve gathered most of your details.”
“But what kind of course we assign you, and how we price it—those decisions will come after your trial lesson.”
A trial lesson meant Zhang Yu would teach a real class. The Black Tutoring Syndicate would assess his performance and decide his course and fees accordingly.
The man added, “Of course, your Wuji Yunshou is impressive. But purely combat-oriented techniques aren’t as popular as cultivation methods focused on health, study, or work efficiency.”
He was concerned Zhang Yu, with his elite high school background, might not understand the real needs of the downmarket students.
So he continued:
“Don’t get me wrong—Wuji Yunshou has demand. Someone will pay to learn it. But our clients are usually more interested in foundational techniques…”
Hearing this, Zhang Yu suddenly remembered the rankings he’d seen when buying techniques online.
He spoke up: “So techniques like Health Preservation and Disease Removal Technique, Digging Palm, Crane Claw, Racing Leg—those have higher market demand?”
The man smiled. “Exactly. These are the most in-demand. Yes, individual fees are lower, but a single class can teach dozens or even hundreds of students at once. So in the end, the revenue often surpasses that of high-end, private Wuji Yunshou lessons.”
“Besides that, we also have foundational high school techniques—San Shou, basic swordsmanship, Basic Qi Circulation, and so on.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes narrowed. Digging Palm, Crane Claw… the most popular?
Maybe I can use Feather Scroll Specialization to rapidly elevate these techniques to 10th level—then teach them myself.
The man nodded. “Let’s set a time for your trial lesson. I’ll need to arrange observers. Would you be free in five days?”
Zhang Yu paused to calculate. Then he nodded. “Fine. Five days it is.”
The man asked, “Besides Wuji Yunshou, what other techniques do you plan to teach during the trial? We’ll need to assign a specialist teacher to evaluate your performance.”
Zhang Yu thought:
Health Preservation and Disease Removal Technique is an Expert-Level Cultivation Technique. It’s expensive, involves complex body mechanics, and is slow to learn. Not ideal.
But Digging Palm, Crane Claw, Racing Leg, Elevator Leap—those are beginner-level, low-cost techniques. Simple moves, fast to master. Just like Beilong Fanyue Hand—practical and quick to learn.
Still, he played it safe.
“I’ll teach Digging Palm and Racing Leg alongside Wuji Yunshou.”
That way, he could teach both high-end and mass-market courses.
The man smiled. “Looking forward to your performance in five days.”
“By the way, do you mind sharing your contact info?”
When Zhang Yu declined to give his phone number, the man said, “No problem. Just download a game—Kunshen World. Add me as a friend. We’ll communicate through the game for all course updates.”
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On the way out of the compound, The Doll couldn’t help but blurt out:
“Wait—Digging Palm and Racing Leg? You’re actually training in those?”
She couldn’t believe it. A student from a top-tier high school, practicing such low-tier, menial techniques.
She’d thought Zhang Yu could leverage his 10th-level Wuji Yunshou to sell premium private lessons.
But now he was planning to teach Digging Palm and Racing Leg—mass-market, group-style courses.
Zhang Yu opened his phone, browsed the online store, and began purchasing Digging Palm and Racing Leg.
“I haven’t trained them yet. But five days? That’ll be enough.”
He knew he couldn’t hide things forever—he’d be with The Doll constantly from now on.
The Doll scowled. “Five days? That’s impossible! Even if you do learn them, how can you compete with teachers who’ve spent years mastering these techniques? You’re wasting your time. Just stick to Wuji Yunshou.”
Her skepticism didn’t faze Zhang Yu.
As the purchase confirmation popped up—3,500 yuan deducted—his balance dropped to just over 12,000 yuan.
Back at the half-finished apartment building, Zhang Yu began practicing his new techniques.
First: Digging Palm.
This was a labor-oriented palm technique, mimicking the power of a bulldozer. It could generate a faint “shovel force,” useful for digging and leveling ground.
As a purely utilitarian technique with no combat or body cultivation elements, it had only three basic moves: forward scoop, reverse scoop, and sweep.
Zhang Yu nodded. That’s only a few seconds to complete a full set. Should be easy to learn.
He quickly scanned the manual, then activated Feather Scroll Specialization on the technique.
His hands flashed through the air, slapping rhythmically—each strike releasing bursts of invisible force.
But the energy surged wildly, then scattered into nothingness.
After finishing the full sequence, Zhang Yu stood frozen—completely ineffective.
The Doll sighed. “I told you it was a waste of time. You can’t master this in a few days and expect to beat teachers who’ve trained for years. How—”
But before she could finish, Zhang Yu moved again.
This time, his strikes rang out with sharp, roaring force—like a massive shovel tearing through the air.
The Doll stared, stunned.
“Wait… did he just… learn it?”
“Seriously? Already?”
“And look at the form—like he’s been training for years!”
Could this be the latent potential the system unlocked in him? The ability to learn techniques at lightning speed?
But then, something even more astonishing happened.
Within less than two hours, The Doll watched in disbelief as Zhang Yu’s Digging Palm advanced at an impossible pace—from complete novice to flawless mastery.
Each strike flowed like water. The air trembled with force. It looked like he could level the entire half-built apartment complex with a single sweep.
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(End of Chapter)
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