611: Chapter 611: Supre Master Ah!
611: Chapter 611: Supre Master Ah!
At this mont, Dongfang Yue was disheveled, his hair a ss, with a few withered weeds crowning his head.
His features were contorted with pain, almost completely squashed together, his handso image utterly destroyed…
Usually at school, Dongfang Yue often bullied others using his position.
Among the students who were watching, a few had been victims of his bullying.
Those students felt a burst of satisfaction seeing Dongfang Yue defeated, then whipped out their cell phones and frantically snapped pictures before silently posting them to their social circles…
In a very short period of ti, almost all the students at Yanjing dical University had seen the miserable state of Dongfang Yue that looked as if he had been ravaged by several strong n in turn.
“Let’s go!
Head to the school!”
Fang Bai patted the stunned Xiong Yingxiong on the shoulder and stepped into the school gates first.
“Ah?
Oh…”
Xiong Yingxiong snapped back to reality, subconsciously following Fang Bai.
Lin Dahu and Zhao Qiang, seeing this, also followed suit.
“Hero, you’re really amazing!”
“So you’ve been hiding your true skills all along!”
“That punch was so cool!
Can you teach a few moves soti?”
“Did you send Dongfang Yue flying using the legendary internal Qigong?”
Lin Dahu and Zhao Qiang walked one on each side of Xiong Yingxiong, ladling on the flattery as they walked.
Although they were sowhat worried about Dongfang Yue’s wealthy and powerful family, which might seek revenge on Xiong Yingxiong after this beating, with Xiong Yingxiong’s formidable skills, what was there to fear?
Thinking about having Xiong Yingxiong’s support in the future and being able to strut around Yanjing dical University without fear of oppression from those official and rich second generations, Lin Dahu and Zhao Qiang were thrilled to their core.
Xiong Yingxiong watched Fang Bai’s retreating figure, his mind replaying the skirmish with Dongfang Yue.
He vaguely rembered, when his fist collided with Dongfang Yue’s, the palpable current of air concentrated in his fist had suddenly burst forth, then he saw Dongfang Yue being sent flying,
while he himself was unhard.
Having sent Dongfang Yue flying with a single punch, Xiong Yingxiong was also thrilled beyond asure; even now, it felt as if he were dreaming, everything seed surreal.
Xiong Yingxiong understood in his heart that his victory over Dongfang Yue was largely thanks to his master, Fang Bai’s, help from the shadows.
Without the flow of energy Fang Bai had directed into his body, Dongfang Yue’s fate might have befallen him instead.
That current, it must be the Martial Artist True Essence that the master ntioned on the train, right?
The master is truly an extraordinary person!
Xiong Yingxiong might have been much taller than Fang Bai, but at this mont in his eyes, the leisurely walking Fang Bai ahead seed like a towering mountain that he had to look up to.
“I need to stop by the principal’s office.
Let’s disperse here for now!”
Upon reaching the fork in the road ahead, Fang Bai turned and said to Xiong Yingxiong.
Only then did Xiong Yingxiong suddenly rember—why had his master co to his school?
And what was he going to do in the principal’s office?
Although puzzled, Xiong Yingxiong didn’t ask further and respectfully said, “Master, are you leaving soon after your visit today?”
Fang Bai thought for a mont and replied, “I suppose I’ll leave a bit later.”
Xiong Yingxiong was overjoyed and said, “Then I’ll treat Master to lunch!”
“Good!”
Fang Bai smiled and nodded, then walked toward the building where the principal’s office was located.
“Hero, your kung fu, it wasn’t learned from your master, was it?”
Watching Fang Bai’s retreating figure, Lin Dahu murmured a question.
The sheer force of Xiong Yingxiong’s punch had greatly shocked him; he wondered, if Xiong Yingxiong’s skills were taught by this master, how formidable would the master be?
“It’s not!”
Xiong Yingxiong shook his head.
He had studied Sanda fighting at a Martial Arts School for two years, where he had thought the coaches were aweso, but now looking back, those coaches weren’t even fit to carry his current master’s shoes!
“That’s right…
If your kung fu had been taught by him, then he would be too freakishly talented!”
Zhao Qiang sighed.
Xiong Yingxiong said, “But the punch just now was actually aided secretly by my master…”
He shared with Lin Dahu and Zhao Qiang how Fang Bai had transferred “Qigong” to him and how he had used it to send Dongfang Yue flying with a punch.
Hearing this, they were again utterly astounded.
“What a master!”
“An absolute grandmaster!”
Having regained their senses, Lin Dahu and Zhao Qiang were full of admiration, envious that Xiong Yingxiong had taken on such an excellent master.
Xiong Yingxiong was also very excited; he pondered whether he could ask his master to teach him the thod of cultivating True Yuan during lunch.
According to his master, whether one could cultivate True Yuan was not only related to a Martial Artist’s strength but also to the level of dical skill.
True Yuan could be said to be the foundation of both Martial Arts and dical skill.
Around eight in the morning, Xiong Yingxiong and nearly two hundred students from the Traditional Chinese dicine major gradually gathered in an amphitheater classroom of the school, ready for the lecture from the new professor.
The school hadn’t revealed much about the new professor beforehand, only ntioning that he was very young and highly skilled in dicine.
Beyond that, the students knew nothing.
In the students’ minds, professors in the Traditional Chinese dicine major were mostly over sixty years old, so even in their seventies, and the youngest, Professor Wang Xinglin, was nearing fifty.
Therefore, regarding the new professor being “very young,” the students were skeptical, guessing that he couldn’t be much younger than Professor Wang Xinglin.
Most of these students from the Traditional Chinese dicine major had entered Yanjing dical University out of a passion for Traditional Chinese dicine or with the ambition to promote and expand the practice.
However, once they entered university, they found that the professors teaching and solving their doubts every day were all serious and deadpan old doctors of traditional dicine, whose teachings were by the book and tedious, doing nothing to stir up the students’ enthusiasm for learning.
Over ti, their lofty ambitions wore away; they lost interest in their studies and only wished to muddle through their university years.
The students had little expectation for the new “young” professor, believing that it was much harder for the Traditional Chinese dicine major to encounter a young yet humorous, flexible, and knowledgeable professor compared to the Western dicine major—almost an impossibility.
After all, to master Traditional Chinese dicine deeply, one would need decades of imrsion, and with decades of practice, where would you find a young doctor of traditional dicine?
anwhile, it was said that the Western dicine major at the sa university had several relatively young male and female professors.
Although they were all in their thirties and already married, they were much younger compared to the old professors of the Traditional Chinese dicine major.
Their teaching thods were more dynamic and engaging, and they could easily connect with students, making the Traditional Chinese dicine students quite envious.
Many students from the Traditional Chinese dicine major had fantasized about having a younger teacher, one who didn’t teach in such a monotonous and rigid manner.
Even a slight change would have been welco.
Xiong Yingxiong, Lin Dahu, and Zhao Qiang sat down in the middle row of the amphitheater classroom.
Seeing that there was still so ti before the class began, they began to whisper among themselves.
Xiong Yingxiong’s ex-girlfriend, He Qing, had not co to the amphitheater classroom, and he wondered if she was accompanying her new boyfriend, Dongfang Yue.
Although he had decided to completely let go of that relationship, the thought of He Qing still caused a faint pain in Xiong Yingxiong’s heart.
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