I Can See Your Combat Power

14 Chapter Eleven: Daily Routine of Teaching
Translator: 549690339
As soon as Bo Shan finished speaking, Tang Luo found himself surrounded, unable to make sense of any individual voice amongst the chattering crowd. This seemed less like a Q&A session, and felt more like an attempt to taunt him.

“Quiet down everyone!” Tang Luo shouted, bringing the chaotic noise to a halt.

After all, as an instructor, his words still held a certain degree of respect.

“Let me step down first.” Now that he had introduced himself, there was no need to remain perched on the rock anymore. Tang Luo waved at the children surrounding him, gesturing for them to make way.

“Alright, since you were the first to rush over, we’ll start with you.” Tang Luo, who had just jumped off the rock, pointed at the first child who had come forward, intending to handle them one by one.

“Shouldn’t the rest of you be practicing your martial arts? Disperse now and return when he has finished.” After selecting the first child, Tang Luo started to shoo the others away. He refused to believe that all these children swarming him had legitimate questions to ask, considering it an insult to his intelligence. Clearly, many were merely curious about the new instructor and had come for the spectacle.

As an instructor, Tang Luo couldn’t let these children have their way, they had to leave. It wasn’t a good look to have them crowding around him like this.

The dismissed youngsters reluctantly retreated but cleverly found a vacant spot not far from the rock to sit and observe the situation.

Tang Luo looked at the dispersing crowd and nodded in satisfaction. He then turned to the remaining child: “All right, it’s quiet now. Tell me, what martial arts issue do you need help with?”

Tang Luo was earnest in his duties. Now that he had accepted the role of Martial Technique Instructor, he would strive to fulfill his responsibilities to the best of his abilities. Shirkers weren’t part of his character, so he inquired sincerely.

Du Ze was the child who had stayed behind. Seeing Tang Luo disperse the crowd and leave him alone, he found himself regretting his decision big time.

His intention of circling Tang Luo was driven entirely by curiosity towards the instructor, he had not prepared any martial arts questions. He simply wanted to know why someone of his own age could be an instructor. Seeing himself being singled out, he wondered if Instructor Tang had seen through his true intentions.

Du Ze started to grow suspicious as he examined Tang Luo’s friendly face.

Tang Luo frowned at the child’s lack of response. “What’s your name, and do you have any questions?” he asked again.

Du Ze grew nervous, his guilt making him jittery. Why was this guy asking for his name? He is trying to catch me off guard, isn’t he? As a young orphan, Du Ze naturally suspected the worst. So he decided to play along: “Instructor Tang, my name is Du Ze. I do have a question!”

Since it had come to this, he had to come up with a question. If he couldn’t, he might end up locked away again. The thought of the dark, confined room where he could only enter or exit by hunching over sent chills down Du Ze’s spine. He blurted out: “I have been practicing the ‘Flying Flower Palm’ and I cannot execute the ‘Flying Flower Mirage’ technique. I don’t know why.”

At this moment, Du Ze admired his own wit. The Flying Flower Palm was a martial art technique he had just begun to practice. If he was able to call up the Flying Flower Mirage upon his initial attempts, that would truly be a miracle. Asking for guidance on this shouldn’t cause any issue, after all, he truly could not deliver a Flying Flower Palm strike with a Flying Flower Mirage effect.

“Oh, please explain how you practice the ‘Flying Flower Palm’.” Not suspecting anything amiss, Tang Luo prepared to resolve this young boy’s doubts.

Seeing Tang Luo not probing further, Du Ze secretly rejoiced, thinking he had dodged a bullet. He began to demonstrate the Flying Flower Palm technique and its flow of energy.

Hey! Huff! Puff!

“Ah, I see. I understand now.” Tang Luo observed Du Ze’s demonstration and instantly grasped it.

The Flying Flower Palm was a Mortal Realm technique characterized by its ease of learning. As a Mortal Realm practitioner, practicing such a technique not only enhances combat ability but also doesn’t consume much time, making it a pretty good choice.

The only distinctive effect of this technique was its so-called ‘Flying Flower Mirage’, where multiple palm shadows are produced upon execution, leaving the opponent unable to distinguish between the real and the fake.

While it sounded fancy, it was genuinely a simple special effect.

“In executing the Flying Flower Palm, let the energy flow follow the path of your force. Make it run along the meridians until it reaches the three acupoints: Jian Shi, Nei Guan, and Da Ling. Release energy at each point, and finally, release all the energy in one go at the Labor Palace acupoint. This way, you can generate four palm shadows, each carrying the force of the Flying Flower Palm. If you can’t control it with precision initially, you can start with just the release from three or even two acupoints. Do you understand?” Tang Luo extended his arm, pointing at several acupoints on the inside of his forearm while explaining to Du Ze.

As Du Ze listened to Tang Luo’s explanation, he felt full of doubt and disbelief.

Instructor Tang, please stop pretending. Let’s not fool each other!

Although the Flying Flower Mirage can generate palm shadows, he had never heard of those shadows also carrying force. He refused to buy Tang Luo’s explanation.

“What are you standing around for? Practice!” Tang Luo finished explaining and put down his hand, looking disapprovingly at the stupefied Du Ze.

Being slow-witted could be forgiven, but if a person was simply dim, they had no business practicing martial arts. This boy did not seem to be too bright.

Du Ze could only reluctantly extend his hand, summoning his Flying Flower Palm force. If this doesn’t work, Instructor, you can’t blame me, it’s your fault for talking up a big game.

“Stop.” Tang Luo immediately motioned for a stop, looking at him with a speechless expression.

Du Ze, looking like he had suspected this all along, tried to let Tang Luo save face, “Instructor, you said it well indeed. Now, I’ll go practice a bit.”

He was sure at this point, that this Young Master Tang had to be a young master from the main branch, here to gain experience in the training field. Even though he was young, he had heard of these underhanded tricks of the wealthy families.

“Of course you need to practice off to the side, or else were you planning to slap me with your palm here?” Tang Luo was utterly confused. This kid must be an idiot, he thought.

Leading this foolish kid over to a wooden stake, Tang Luo pointed at it and said to Du Ze, “Strike it, and create the Flying Flower Mirage.”

“Alright, Instructor Tang.” Du Ze’s expression was very obedient, but he was cursing Tang Luo in his heart, because he felt that he had seen through Tang Luo’s little schemes.

Flying Flower Mirage my ass, he wasn’t allowed just now because everyone was watching. To be pulled over to this corner, it’s not possible to use the Flying Flower Mirage.

But circumstances were stronger than men, his opponent being a young master of the main branch, he himself was also quite desperate. Du Ze helplessly again summoned his Flying Flower Palm force, with his breath following his meridians.

Where was it supposed to burst? I remember something about the Palace of Labor acupoint. Let it burst there then.

Du Ze just gave up and had his Flying Flower Palm force explode at the Palace of Labor acupoint, and another phantom figure appeared beside his palm. This sudden change left him stunned, and his palm and the phantom palm simultaneously struck the wooden stake.

“Smack! Pft!” Besides the sound of his flesh palm hitting the wooden stake, Du Ze clearly heard another dull sound.

On the side of the stake where his hand was, there was another palm print.

Du Ze could hardly believe his eyes. He had not only produced the effect of the Flying Flower Mirage, but it also carried the force of the Flying Flower Palm. Could he be a genius? He stared, dumbfounded.

“Are you sure you’re not a dumbass?” Looking at the wooden stake with one deep palm print and one shallow one, Tang Luo couldn’t help but burst out in criticism.

“Intermediary, Internal Passage, Big Hill, Palace of Labor. Four explosions for four palm phantoms, yet you can only explode one? Practice martial arts? Go chop wood you idiot. Practice well. If you can’t make three palm shadows by the end of today, I’m confining you to the premises, you dimwit.”

As a person of intelligence, it feels like the world is ending when you see such a stupid intern. Weren’t his instructions clear enough? No wonder your score is only 547.5 at the age of thirteen or fourteen, with brains like yours it might be hard to make it to the top of the martial path.

Tang Luo didn’t want to spare a glance at this idiot any longer, and promptly turned his back and left.

Although he had been scolded, Du Ze had never been this receptive, listening with a very serious face. He now understood that this young master from the same main branch as himself was a veritable martial technique expert. At the very least in regards to the “Flying Flower Palm” technique, he had never heard of anyone able to strike out with the force of the Flying Flower Palm using a palm phantom. He really hit the jackpot.

Tang Luo returned to the large rock, the young people who had been observing the situation quietly moved closer to Du Ze by the wooden stake when they saw Tang Luo return alone.

One, two, three. In an instant, quite a few youngsters heard from Du Ze that under Tang Luo’s guidance, he had trained to produce the Flying Flower Mirage with real force behind it, instantly igniting the passion of the youngsters.

With eyes gleaming with desire, they flocked to him one after another, seeking advice.

Although the treatment was not the same, Tang Luo was really mad. Giving martial arts instruction was not an issue, but it seemed like these guys stopped using their brains while practicing martial arts.

“Do you think your spiritual power is infinite? This “Abyssal Flame Blade” technique drains a lot of spiritual power, and you even want to coat your entire blade in Abyssal Flames? Are you trying to hack people with the back of your blade? Huh? Also, you’re asking me why you feel powerless after swinging it a few times? With your method, no amount of spiritual power would be enough, you understand, you idiot?”

“Fantastic, this “Dash Thunder Claw” technique is really something in your hand. The Dash Thunder Force has a strong penetrative power, but can’t injure people from afar, you understand that, right? You’re so scared of close combat that you’re not even using the claws. Go practice with a long spear, or a longbow, you idiot.”

“Hmm, this “Heavenly Determination Fist” technique you’re using is passable. In this technique, there is actually a trick. If you channel the force through the Central Islet, Third Interval, and Behind the Stream acupoints, a spiral force will form with an increased destructive power.”

“Stop, stop, stop! This “Soaring Dragon Leg” technique is not suitable for you, young man. You’re so short, no matter how well you practice this leg technique, it is of no use if your legs are the same length as others’ arms. Practice some weapon technique. I won’t trick you, listen to me.”

“Aye, this “Shadow Moon Fist” is a bit interesting. It must consume a lot of spiritual power to maintain such large area of shadows, right? So now you tell me, if you use up 90% of your spiritual power to maintain this shadow, even if your opponent gets enveloped, he can still beat the crap out of you. Use your brain! Kid! Martial arts are used to defeat your enemies, what’s the point of your fancy shadow, you can’t scare anybody with it.”

“Eh? Eh! Eh!! Your performance of this “Black Tiger Fist” is actually quite perfect, nothing needs to be improved.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

The muscular youth has a small scar between his eyebrows, dividing his left brow into two. In his bright, star-like eyes, a fire of ambition was burning. The youth stopped his demonstration, raised his fist to Tang Luo, his voice clear and firm, “Instructor Tang, I am not here to ask for advice on martial arts, my name is Fang Han, and I would like to offer myself to become your servitor.”