Arknights, are you a good person?

Zhao Tu chased out again and stared at Qi Yuan calmly: "If I find out that you use the Originium technique of the sandstorm and cause abnormal loss of students, I will regard you as a traitor, and you can just wait for your friends to search through their trash cans to find you."

"Who do you take me for?"

Qi Yuan asked in a resounding voice: "I, Qi Yuan, swear in the name of the Rat King that I will never use sand-attribute skills."

The students raised their heads, their eyes jumping back and forth between Zhao Tu and Qi Yuan.

"Mr. President is still as strong as ever, and Mr. Qi Yuan seems to be no less powerful. Wasn't he just kidnapped by us?"

"Talented people will shine wherever they go. What's so strange about turning enemies into friends?"

Some people are knowledgeable and can guide the young people who have just joined the gang.

These are all opportunities.

Qi Yuan, who had just been tied back, was able to immediately talk to the president on an equal footing and also give guidance to the students. The students who heard the news were excited and followed Qi Yuan to the indoor basketball court of the hotel.

Then--

"what!"

Strong light scattering, as bright as the sun.

The old body rushed out of the door, and Zhao Tu turned into a shadow. His hands clenched into claws and he smashed the solid wooden door into pieces.

He glanced around and saw the students rolling on the ground with their eyes covered, like wriggling maggots.

"Qi Yuan!"

"I used pure boxing." Qi Yuan said seriously.

As we all know, a person can only have one Originium skill. Since he used the Sand Binding Technique to perfection before, this move that bursts out strong light must be a real boxing technique.

"This move is called the Sun Fist."

Qi Yuan breathed in and out, standing with his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

Zhao Tu was so angry that he laughed.

"Okay, okay, you're going to hit me like this, right?"

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In the end, President Zhao, who was extremely angry, did not lose his temper on the spot in front of so many students.

He returned to his room in a rage and frustration, but before leaving he did not forget to order his students to close the door he had damaged and go to the hotel front desk to discuss compensation.

Qi Yuan looked at his leaving back and fell into deep thought.

To be honest, although this guy has some setbacks, he is quite powerful and his traditional martial arts do have their merits.

He could actually break a solid wooden door with his bare hands.

Qi Yuan decided to play it safe.

"It's time to work harder. We can't continue to sit back and relax."

[Praise for Noble Morals] In the space, Qi Yuan looked at the puppet that was constantly exercising and said earnestly.

"Try hard, there are still four hours left."

After four hours, they would reach the Chongying realm where they could punch as fast as the speed of sound. Each punch would create sonic booms, and a full-strength blow would be able to break the bones of a Terran martial artist.

As for now.

Qi Yuan looked at the students wailing on the ground, and kindness suddenly took over his mind. He walked over and helped these people up one by one.

"Are you not hurt?" he asked kindly.

"No, no, it's just that we are not as skilled as others."

Morality +1

Morality +1

……

After receiving the public morality, Qi Yuan's smile suddenly stopped, and he said with a straight face: "You really disappoint me. With this level, you still want to reach a higher level of martial arts?"

"Continue to practice with me! Don't feel like it's bothering me, this is what I should do."

The sonorous speech aroused a surge of enthusiasm among the students, and under Qi Yuan's guidance, they stood up.

"Come again!"

"what!"

"Come again!"

"what!"

"..."

More than a dozen students were like indestructible cockroaches. When Qi Yuan encouraged them to stand up, they would burst out with public morality from the bottom of their hearts, stand up vigorously, and then be knocked down again, repeating the cycle over and over again, as if they had become a perpetual motion machine of public morality.

The revolving lantern has been displayed.

Time and again, the students who were beaten to the ground showed a look of realization on their faces, and they could no longer muster any strength.

"Come again."

Teacher Qi Yuan, like a succubus who was still not satisfied, continued to wave at them: "Trash, is this all you have?"

Somewhat... dazed.

Lying on the ground, the students couldn't help but think of a question.

How long has it been since you received such refreshing guidance?

Perhaps, the practice of martial arts is not, as President Zhao Tu said, a cold relationship in which aristocratic families accept disciples and pay monthly membership fees, but rather a passionate and pure struggle and guidance like Qi Yuan's?

Is President Zhao Tu’s path really correct?

A seed is planted in the heart, waiting quietly for it to sprout.

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"What did I say?"

Chen put down the telescope and looked at Jessica, who had a dazed look on her face.

The location was not difficult to find. It just took some time and connections. Angel Neng found the contact number of a person named Lao Deng in the parking space where Qi Yuan often sat. When they called him, they found out it was the Rat King, which scared everyone.

I didn’t expect the Rat King to be so easy to talk to, like a kind old man you can see everywhere.

After just a short wait, I helped them find the location.

After watching quietly for a while, Jessica fell into a daze. Chen was also rarely moved and watched Qi Yuan, who was educating students, carefully.

“I didn’t expect he had this side.”

Very passionate, very pure, totally unlike his usual cunning self.

"I kind of understand why he doesn't want to join the Guard Bureau." Chen muttered to himself, and it seemed like he was having a conversation with Qi Yuan across the air, with a hint of yearning in his tone.

058: A fist as big as a sandbag

The training was very successful.

In the end, there was not even a single person left standing; all were beaten to their knees.

Qi Yuan was panting, stretched, and looked at the little practice doll in [Praise of Noble Morals], and found that only one hour had passed.

"The few hours before the skill refresh were really hard to endure."

he said with a sigh.

While talking to himself, Zhao Tu walked out of the broken door with his hands behind his back. When he saw the tragic scene, he was stunned for three or four seconds.

"Qi Yuan, what did you do?!"

boom!

He stepped on the ground to gain leverage and leaped in front of Qi Yuan in one step. His face was gloomy and a cold murderous aura was blowing towards him.

"So you're undercover!"

Qi Yuan was not in a hurry and did not make any excuses. He retreated behind the crowd.

"Still want to escape?"

Zhao Tu stretched out his hand and turned it into a claw. His eyes were like an angry eagle. He stretched out his hand on the spot, trying to grab Qi Yuan out.

At this moment, the incredible happened.

"Don't blame Qi Yuan."

A student who was kneeling on the ground just now struggled to stand up: "I am not as skilled as him. I challenged him again and again, and was defeated. He just passively accepted the challenge."

The student looked at Qi Yuan gratefully, then pointed at his body and said:

"I'm not dead, am I?"

"Yes, I didn't die. Qi Yuan did show mercy."

Another student stood up tremblingly.

More people stood up.

They supported each other and loudly vouched for Qi Yuan. President Zhao slowly retracted his outstretched claws.

"You guys... are eating your own food!"

He stormed out in anger.

Qi Yuan observed all this carefully and nodded.

After learning about the nature of this organization from Wan Shengsheng, he felt the difference - they were obviously different from the gangs.

This is a guild for practicing martial arts.

The older generation is a despicable group of people who are full of despicable ideas such as monopoly, but the young people who join the martial arts association may not have so many twists and turns in their hearts. After all, joining a gang can allow them to collect protection fees, and learning martial arts requires paying tuition fees to support an old thief like President Zhao.

If it were an ordinary gang, they would have definitely made an example of him.

But the martial arts association is basically supported by money paid by students. Zhao Tu can beat and scold the PUA, but he would never dare to publicly execute a student.

He was as weak as Qi Yuan had expected.

"Thank you, Qi Yuan."

After Zhao Tu left, the first student who stood up walked over and sat down next to Qi Yuan.

"hiss……"

He felt a pang of pain and grimaced as he confessed to Qi Yuan: "I enjoyed fighting with you so much that it reminded me of when I first joined the Martial Arts Association. I initially thought you were a magician, but we made a mistake in judgment."

"I'm so sorry for mistaking you for a powerless magician."

Qi Yuan nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"The president has always dreamed of defeating Wan Shengsheng and proving that he is no weaker than others. However, as he gets older, this idea has become extremely urgent. He sent us students to consume our physical strength in order to narrow the age gap."

"I guarantee with my character that he is still a warrior."

The student vowed: "Once our long-cherished wish is fulfilled and the president returns to normal, we will return to Shangshu and never show up again."

"So, please help the president!"

He said excitedly that he accidentally pulled a muscle and grimaced in pain.

Qi Yuan paused and nodded slightly.

"I will try my best."

"Thank you!"

Morality +1

This student was really considering President Zhao, and when Qi Yuan nodded in agreement, public morality was also taken into account.

Qi Yuan's mood became a little complicated.