People are in high martial arts, the system lives in fantasy

Before the morning mist had dissipated, heavy striking sounds echoed across the training ground.

Cheng Shanhe was enveloped in white steam, the patterns on his Xuanjia armor flickering under the strain of training. Lin Wanqing's fingers were wrapped in bandages, and thirty-seven deformed Xuan iron darts lay scattered at her feet—the Qianji Hand's limit record had been forcibly increased by 1.5 times.

Yu Jingxing's feet tread like shooting stars, his steps seemingly in harmony with the constellations, unpredictable and divine, always able to unleash his swordsmanship with the slightest precision, like a gazelle hanging its horns.

Wei Bao's body was bent like a bow, his human form seemingly transformed into a beast, with faint blue arcs of electricity flashing around him as he roamed the training ground at an extremely fast speed.

Su Bei also held the Purple Extreme Spear, occasionally unleashing a gust of wind, casually slacking off on the training ground. However, wherever his gaze fell, the person would tense up.

The group seemed to have excellent teamwork during their practice.

"Your breathing rhythm is off." Su Bei's voice suddenly rang out behind Cheng Shanhe, startling the tough guy into taking a half-step back. Su Bei lightly tapped three inches below his ribs with his fingertip: "The 'Saint Xuanwu Gene Method' emphasizes long, steady breathing. You forcibly pushed your true energy to break through, causing cracks to appear in the tortoise shell pattern, making you even worse than before."

Under the overload, although the patterns on Cheng Shanhe's body seemed indestructible, the lack of concentration of power made the original weak points obvious weaknesses.

"Teacher Su, I'll do my best..."

Cheng Shanhe glanced down at the flaw, nodded in a muffled voice. He knew his own situation best. This flaw was caused by some defects in the steel bone used when advancing to the fifth-order secret gate. Overcoming it in a short time would not be easy.

Su Bei had already raised this issue during a joint training session a few days earlier, and clearly his proposed solution did not satisfy the assistant instructor.

"The rest of them are all quite good." Su Bei nodded slightly.

Hearing this, the group breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't expect Su Bei to suddenly change his tone: "However, there are still some minor issues. You all come over here."

time flies.

This is the ninth day since Su Bei joined the school team. Tomorrow is a day off, and then everyone will head to Yujing.

The league is being held in Yujing.

After spending this time together, the team members are now completely convinced of Su Bei's abilities.

Putting aside their strength for the moment, Su Bei hadn't even used his full strength against them yet. The fact that he seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of true energy was enough to make them stop underestimating him.

What's even more astonishing is his seemingly innate sensitivity to martial arts.

Regardless of the martial arts or genetic techniques, he could detect any discord simply by relying on his eyesight.

In just a few days, many problems with their martial arts were pointed out one by one. After making modifications according to Su Bei's suggestions, things went much more smoothly.

It was as if a master with amazing eyesight accompanied them throughout their training.

Oh, he is the Grandmaster.

That's fine.

In fact, they didn't think too much about it. Being appointed as the deputy instructor of the Zhenwu Military Region, the martial arts advisor of the military headquarters, and also serving as the chief instructor of the small Tianhu Military Region at this level was quite remarkable.

Su Bei's martial arts talent far exceeded their expectations, especially in martial arts. He had extremely high comprehension, having consumed comprehension-enhancing pills for so long, coupled with the aid of the title of martial arts master. To say that his comprehension was the best in the world would be an understatement.

After all, he was someone who, before becoming a martial artist, was able to master a series of techniques, including fist techniques, leg techniques, body techniques, footwork, and spear techniques, all through his own exploration.

The depth of martial arts that the dual realms have brought him is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Not to mention that the resources are now completely different. He has almost complete access to all kinds of martial arts knowledge. In order to complete the mission from the military, Su Bei reads an astonishing number of martial arts documents every day.

For Su Bei, pointing out the flaws of these students whose martial arts skills were at most at the peak of perfection was a kind of "rest" to clear his head amidst his heavy official duties.

However, Su Bei also enjoys recharging himself from time to time.

With both fist and spear techniques reaching the Intent level, the Wind Intent [Storm Intent] and the Light Intent [Righteous Intent] are now at the [My Intent] level, which is considered the level of an ordinary grandmaster.

To continue improving with each step, even if he has a complete inheritance of the [Light Intent], there are still higher requirements for the depth and breadth of his martial arts accumulation.

To put it simply, there is a complete set of textbooks in China that go from elementary school to doctoral level, but not everyone gets a doctorate.

The most fatal flaw is the invisible threshold.

Closer to home.

At this moment, Wang Li leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, looking at the continuously rising data curve of the monitoring device in his hand, a playful smile curving his lips.

These arrogant geniuses, like fledglings, were taking notes around Su Bei's tactical tablet—which contained optimization plans that Su Bei had jot down in his spare time.

"Is this what it means to win without effort?"

"Once the league ends, I'll go straight for the MVP."

Wang Li exclaimed in admiration, "No wonder they have so many powerful backers; this person really is capable."

Since Su Bei joined the team, these have been the most comfortable ten days since he took over as coach. He does some mending and patching every day, and then the players' data starts to rise.

Su Bei essentially did his job, and did it much better than him.

"Alright, that's all for now." Su Bei put away the tactics board: "Take a day off tomorrow. The opening ceremony is the day after tomorrow. Martial arts is not something you can master in a day. Just pay attention to the rest from now on."

Su Bei, who was used to taking the initiative, realized something was amiss and turned to Wang Li: "Does the coach have anything to add?"

Wang Li didn't mind and stepped forward to retrieve a document.

"Let me show you some information about the overseas players."

“Currently confirmed participants include the descendants of the Knights Templar from the European Federation, who practice the ‘Sacred Gene Law’ modified from ancient martial arts; the Onimaru successor group from Japan, specializing in ninjutsu and taijutsu…” He paused, “and the North American Rising Stars team, whose gene serums are different from ours.”

"However, based on preliminary observations, there are quite a few players whose strength has reached the fifth level."

Su Bei's eyes lit up suddenly—they all seem to be quite powerful; isn't this the perfect fuel for his mission to make him famous throughout the world?

After a brief exchange, everyone returned to training.

At this moment, a substitute named Xu Wensheng stood in front of Su Bei and said somewhat shyly, "Coach Su, after this league ends, could I train with you for a while?"

"Hmm?" Su Bei looked puzzled.

I was just about to say that this is a different price.

After all, there are quite a few students these days who are waving large sums of money and want him to mentor them, including some from prominent families.

The only one who can be considered his disciple is Bao Tong's son, whom he met at the "Announcement Meeting"—to this day, the resources he has given to Su Bei each time are not insignificant.

The Bao family is also a media tycoon, and the patriarch Bao Dongting is a war god-level powerhouse, so they are not short of money.

Xu Wensheng quickly explained, "I'll be a senior next year, and then I can officially join the army. I hope to serve under you as a bodyguard."

The remaining people exchanged glances, each with their own thoughts.

"This Xu Wensheng certainly knows how to speak up..."

"The Xu family isn't a small family, is it? Now they're even saying things like the guards?"

"Although the Xu family is ordinary, Xu Wensheng's uncle is extraordinary."

Zhou Ziqian said with a hint of sourness, "What's so strange about that? The strongest member of the Xu family is only a Grandmaster. Besides, in the past ten days, apart from Brother Cheng, Xu Wensheng has made the most progress, right?"

This is not surprising, as Cheng Shanhe specializes in boxing and Xu Wensheng specializes in spear fighting.

Su Bei is proficient in the rest of the martial arts, but fist techniques and spear techniques are his forte!
This kind of thoughtful and meticulous instruction is something that even the grandmaster of the Xu family probably hasn't had many opportunities to receive.

It's not shameful to be a bodyguard in northern Jiangsu.

Upon hearing this, Su Bei pondered for a moment and then said, "Okay."

After becoming a lieutenant colonel, although he doesn't hold any real position now, he can still recruit some people in northern Jiangsu. They can all be recorded in his files and are considered assistants. Currently, he only has Yuan Suan, a scout, under his command.

Xu Wensheng was quite talented, and Su Bei naturally wouldn't refuse if she wanted to get close to him.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wensheng's face immediately lit up with joy. He glanced at the people behind him, but inwardly he was secretly mocking them.

That's the downside of big, powerful families; they always put on airs.

Su Bei's future is almost obvious. It wouldn't be surprising if he were to be promoted to a high-ranking position in the future. If he doesn't get close to him now, things might not be so simple in the future.

"teacher."

After thinking for a moment, Xu Wensheng spoke again, "My uncle is the Dragon Spear Venerable, and I mentioned you to him a few days ago..."

In fact, if it weren't for his uncle's repeated reminders, he might not have been able to say those words today.

"Who?" Su Bei asked, somewhat surprised.

“Master Dragon Spear,” Xu Wensheng began, “but he’s usually quite busy. If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll definitely introduce you to him. You’re both masters of spearmanship, you’ll surely be able to…”

And right now.

Su Bei's phone rang. After glancing at Xu Wensheng, Su Bei answered it.

He just kept saying, "Why did you actually come?" "Didn't you say we'd meet again when I got to Yujing?" "The things are definitely here." "Why didn't you tell me about Wensheng's matter earlier?" "Isn't that too kind?" "Alright, then I'll go greet you."

He hung up the phone after only a few words.

"Ah."

Su Bei echoed, "It's been quite busy. I said I was coming the day before yesterday, but I only just arrived today."

Xu Wensheng: "Who?"

"Your uncle." (End of Chapter)