"Previously you learned their secret techniques they had painstakingly cultivated, and now you're acting so cold and indifferent?"
"Cough cough."
At the mention of this, Luo Yu did feel somewhat embarrassed.
After all, the martial arts he cultivated not only required the essence of numerous gods, but also the integration of the world's secret techniques into one, to ultimately understand and innovate, breaking the old and establishing the new.
Getting their moves for free was actually very helpful to him.
"I'm just used to being alone, not good at dealing with girls," Luo Yu explained, almost convincing himself.
If there were other women here listening to him saying that, they'd probably roll their eyes repeatedly.
Indeed, not good at dealing with girls, just deal directly, right?
"I wonder what Diao Lingluo is looking for me for?" Luo Yu asked.
Cheng Jinjin was speechless on the side.
What's up with the boss, such a beautiful woman has come to him and he's so indifferent?
This is what one of the steel-straight-man type would say.
Actually, yesterday some bored freshmen secretly made a ranking of the most beautiful freshmen. The fairy-like Dajiuer naturally topped the list, while Diao Lingluo was ranked second.
Seeing Luo Yu remain indifferent in front of the second-ranked beauty among the freshmen, Little Fatty was distressed.
"I feel Student Xia looks a lot like an old friend of mine," Diao Lingluo said seriously as she observed Luo Yu's expression.
"Looks alike?"
"No, it's the style of doing things that's similar."
"Hahaha, maybe it's just a coincidence."
"Then, I apologize for the interruption, Student Xia. I hope for your care in the future," said Diao Lingluo politely before walking away.
Luo Yu touched his nose.
Was Diao Lingluo's eyesight so sharp that she could vaguely guess that he was Luo Yu?
To know that he had changed his face and even his heroic spirit and techniques.
"Boss, that girl seems to like you, and you just let her walk away?" Little Fatty didn't hide the envy in his heart.
"Then why don't you chase after her?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.
Little Fatty pouted, "Forget it, boss, do I not know my own weight? She might be interested in you."
Luo Yu shook his head, "Impossible, she already said she had someone she liked during the competition on the stage."
"Hiss— I really don't know what kind of man she likes, overlooking someone as outstanding as the boss, liking some waste outside?" Little Fatty was full of righteous indignation.
"Don't add so much drama to yourself, making us look like big villains," Luo Yu said.
At this time, there was a sensation in the crowd, even more sensational than Luo Yu's appearance.
Most people focused their attention in the same direction.
A long-legged, hot-bodied goblin walked into the martial arts field: her seductive eyes, her cold face, her snow-white neck, dressed in a black dress symbolizing mystery. Her graceful figure sparked endless fantasies in many young men full of vitality.
But no one dared to whistle; after all, the goblin's strength had already been shown during the challenge matches.
Luo Yu, having seen the world, glanced over and saw Little Fatty staring, almost drooling.
He knocked on the back of Little Fatty's neck.
"What kind of concentration is that?"
Little Fatty complained, "Boss, you can't blame my concentration for not being enough; it's just that Dajiuer's enchanting beauty is too powerful with her natural charm."
"Cut it out, it's plainly your group of men who aren't firm-hearted, don't blame everything on the woman," Luo Yu could clearly see that Dajiuer wasn't using any Charm Skill, and that her cold demeanor clearly showed disdain to do such a thing.
"Luo student, morning."
Dajiuer, as usual, despised the gazes of men around her, but when she noticed Luo Yu and saw that he was too lazy to look at her and instead was staring at Little Fatty next to him, a special feeling surged in her again.
Combining this with watching Luo Yu's previous battles, she felt this man was truly special, really different from other men.
"Morning!" Luo Yu responded calmly, though he was somewhat surprised internally. Normally, Dajiuer, with her disdain for men, wouldn't bother to greet him.
Little Fatty felt awkward standing by. In fact, it was a common occurrence where many boys would get nervously self-conscious and avoid eye contact when facing exceptionally beautiful girls. That was exactly how he felt right now. Moreover, he really hadn't expected Dajiuer, who usually showed no favor to men, to actually proactively approach his boss.
Is this the advantage of being strong?
Little Fatty was envious.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh!!"
Several figures flew across the sky, landing on the large stages in the center of the training ground.
Principal Shi Kai was not present.
The white-haired elder of great esteem, Yang Cang, differed from before as today, he was dressed in white training clothes with a belt tied around his waist, and in his hand he held a long spear with a brown pole and red tassel, its steel spearhead reflecting the sun's brilliance, sharp and imposing.
He stood on the most central and conspicuous stage.
To the left was the heroic female instructor with ear-length hair, Hua Yourong, dragging a long Pu Dao as tall as a person.
On the stage to the right stood a dark-faced instructor, emanating a natural authority with a black iron mace in hand, vaguely radiating a murderous aura.
The other stages were occupied by other instructors, but compared to these three, their presence seemed somewhat weaker.
When Yang Cang spoke, the noisy crowd of students immediately silenced.
"You should all be familiar with the basic rules," he said.
"We are the instructors responsible for this new class of students, each with our own specializations. Those who wish to study under us can come up on stage one after another. We, the instructors, will conduct tests to verify your abilities. Those who qualify will be accepted, and those who don't will have to seek others to study under."
"Alright, no more nonsense, we can start now."
School staff brought a chair over for Yang Cang's stage, but Yang Cang did not sit. Holding his spear, he stood tall, his eyes bright and piercing as he watched the students below. His powerful aura made many students avoid his gaze, not daring to look him in the eye.
Students had already researched the characteristics of each instructor in advance and naturally began vying with one another to get on stage for their tests.
The three central stages were obviously the most popular.
"Boss, if you're going to take a master, pick one of these three central ones," Little Fatty advised from the side.
"What are their special traits?" asked Luo Yu.
Little Fatty explained, "This female instructor on the left, beautiful, right? But her combat record is quite frightening. She once fought non-stop at the border, hacking away until her blade was dulled, killing thousands of martial artists from various forces who joined together to invade."
"Her best secret technique is dragging the blade. She has mastered it to the point of art."
"Dragging the blade?" Luo Yu had never heard of it.
"You've heard of the instantaneous slash, right? Gathering power and striking with a blade that is unstoppable," Little Fatty said. "This dragging the blade scrapes the ground with a strike as sudden as thunder, far more terrifying than the instantaneous slash."
"Have you seen it?" Luo Yu raised his eyebrows.
"I've heard legends that say when Instructor Hua was at the Third Grade, she once killed a Second Rank Peak strong person with a single dragging blade attack," Little Fatty replied.
Cheng Jinjin introduced the dark-faced man wielding a mace on the right stage: "This man is named Yu Chi Dade, and his secret technique is the throwing mace, using it as a hidden weapon. In the midst of combat, he'd suddenly throw it using a special technique, catching his opponents completely off guard."
"Once he throws the mace, wouldn't he be unarmed if he misses?" Luo Yu frowned.
Cheng Jinjin chuckled: "Sir, times have changed. In this era of Spirit Martialists, Wei Chi Instructor can constantly condense new maces with the aid of a Heroic Spirit, tossing one with his left hand while attacking with the one in his right."
"Um—"
Luo Yu was shocked. Could it really be played that way?
He had thought that with his physique, the opponent would just go for brute force.
"What about the one in the middle?" he asked.
"The instructor in the middle is exceptional, a real First-grade Strong Person. He has comprehended the true meaning of the Way of the Spear. The Yang Family Spear Technique is unparalleled, with each of the Thirty-Six Spear Techniques overpowering enemies. They're as fast as thunder and unpredictable, but the most ferocious technique is none other than the Return Horse Spear," Little Fatty said.
"Bang!"
On Yang Cang's stage, all the students were forcefully pushed off.
The elder stepped to the front and said seriously,
"My secret techniques are not so easily learned. Grasping the Yang Family Spear Technique is very difficult. Without the willpower to endure and persevere or sufficient understanding, it's best not to come up here."