Chen Beixuan

"It's almost time for class." Su Yuehe looked down at the class schedule and sighed. The first class of the new semester was a martial arts class. Even top students would find it exhausting.

"I heard that the first big class today is still martial arts training," An Changqing said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Just that the teacher has changed," Su Yuehe said, looking a bit sad.

"I hope the training intensity remains as high as ever," said Long Ao, whose words would surely earn him the hatred of all the students.

Chen Guan didn't say a word. He just silently followed the three of them towards the martial arts training hall.

Li Yan was just gone, not completely gone. Chen Guan didn't really feel sad about it.

If he saw Li Yan every day, Chen Guan would actually be a bit worried that one day he might suddenly regain his memory and recall things related to himself.

The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the stone path that swayed gently in the wind. Everything seemed peaceful.

There were already quite a few students gathered in the martial arts training hall.

"I heard the teacher has changed. I hope it'll be an easier one," one student said.

"You're dreaming. When has the martial arts class at Huaqing ever been easy?" another replied.

The students' whispers made the spacious hall seem a bit noisy, and the buzzing voices lingered in the air above the hall.

The heavy door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Accompanied by the dull sound of the metal door hinges rubbing against each other, a figure walked in from the sunlight outside.

Chen Guan squinted his eyes and sized up the approaching man.

The man was wearing a checked shirt and a pair of ordinary black cloth shoes.

He looked to be in his early thirties. His facial features were deeply chiseled, and there was a stubble of beard on his chin. He was rather thin, looking more like a middle - aged programmer than a martial arts teacher.

The man walked to the front of the line and stood still.

He looked up and scanned the crowd with his eyes.

"My name is Chen Beixuan. Your previous teacher has been transferred. I'll be teaching this class from now on," he said.

The students in the line looked at each other in surprise.

This new teacher didn't seem to have the air of a teacher at all.

Long Ao frowned. He hated guys who looked like they didn't have their act together, especially this thin - looking man who showed no sign of being a strong person.

He had a high regard for Teacher Li Yan.

"Not just anyone can take over Teacher Li Yan's class," Long Ao said, his tone clearly full of provocation.

Chen Beixuan dug at his ear and didn't seem angry at all.

"We won't know until we try," Chen Beixuan said slowly as he rolled up his gray sleeves.

"For today's first class," Chen Beixuan's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached every student's ears.

"We won't practice those fancy moves."

His eyes passed over An Changqing, over Long Ao, and slowly swept across the whole hall.

Chen Guan felt a strong sense of oppression coming from all directions. The thin - looking Chen Beixuan in front of him seemed to suddenly turn into a ferocious beast.

Looking around, the students with strong perception abilities had changed their expressions, but there were still some who didn't care, obviously not feeling the oppression.

Hearing that they wouldn't practice fancy moves, there was another small commotion in the line.

"Teacher Chen, we're all students," An Changqing, who also felt the oppression, tried to keep his voice calm.

"I think it's better to follow the teaching syllabus to avoid accidental injuries."

Chen Beixuan looked at An Changqing, the corner of his mouth twitched, showing a rather casual expression.

"There's no teaching syllabus on the battlefield," Chen Beixuan patted the bottom of his clothes.

"The monsters won't care if you're a student when they want to eat you."

"Only those who survive have the right to talk about rules," Chen Beixuan said straightforwardly. It was obvious that he had just retired from the front - line.

As soon as Chen Beixuan finished speaking, Long Ao, with his unruly temper, couldn't hold back anymore.

"Teacher Chen makes it sound so easy," Long Ao said.

He took a step forward, and the muscles in his arms swelled exaggeratedly. His knuckles made a crisp cracking sound.

Obviously, he was one of those with a relatively poor perception ability.

"Since the teacher thinks what we're practicing are all fancy moves," he twisted his neck, his eyes full of the unruly arrogance of a genius.

"Then why doesn't the teacher come down and give us students some pointers in person?"

Long Ao's suggestion immediately got the support of a few trouble - makers around him.

Su Yuehe looked at Long Ao with a worried look. She was, of course, one with strong perception ability.

However, since Long Ao had already spoken, it was useless to dissuade him.

Moreover, with Long Ao's personality, if he knew that the new teacher was a powerful person, he would probably be even more excited.

[Here comes Long Aotian to get beaten again. I'm familiar with this plot.]

[This new teacher even has the aura of a strong person from his leg hair. Long Ao is just asking for a beating.]

[Popcorn and mineral water for sale in the front row. Let's wait and see Brother Ao get beaten.]

The bullet comments were full of a lively atmosphere.

Chen Guan looked at these bullet comments that were eager to see the world in chaos. However, this newly - replaced martial arts teacher did give him a very dangerous intuition.

Chen Beixuan looked at Long Ao, who was like a bull ready to fight, and slowly reached out to scratch the stubble on his chin.

"What's your name, classmate?" Chen Beixuan asked in a casual tone. It had been a long time since he met someone who talked to him like this.

"Long Ao," Long Ao said loudly, reporting his name.

Chen Beixuan just casually said, "Oh."

"So you're Long Ao. The name is quite imposing, but your strength is just so - so," he said.

He put down the hand that was rolling up his sleeve and beckoned to Long Ao with his finger.

"Come on, classmate. Let me see what you can really do."

Long Ao gave a heavy snort. His body rushed towards Chen Beixuan, who was standing in the middle of the field, with a gust of wind.

His huge fist, with a whistling sound, aimed straight at Chen Beixuan's face. This punch was powerful. Even other people of the same rank with special abilities wouldn't dare to stand still and take it head - on.

Chen Beixuan stood still, not even moving his black cloth shoes half an inch. Just as the fist full of bulging veins was about to hit his nose, he tilted his head slightly to the left.

The fierce wind of the punch brushed past his cheek, blowing a few stray hairs on his forehead.

Long Ao missed his attack, but he reacted quickly and immediately tried to retract his fist and change his move to a sweeping punch.

But Chen Beixuan didn't give him time to change his move.

The man in the checked shirt raised his right hand as if it was soft as cotton and directly grabbed Long Ao's thick wrist.

He gently pulled back along with Long Ao's huge forward - rushing inertia and tripped Long Ao's ankle with his left foot.

Long Ao's tall and burly body instantly lost its balance.

He didn't even figure out where the exact force was applied, and he fell forward clumsily.

Chen Beixuan then twisted Long Ao's arm and pinned it behind his back.

The whole set of movements was smooth and fast, making it hard for people to even catch their breath.