Hearing Yan Dezhao's bluff, Liu Xiaoyuan found it amusing. Damn, his ability to bluff is unparalleled. Anyway, Liu Xiaoyuan didn't believe this guy's nonsense.
Yan Dezhao said, "Young man, I just used my Heavenly Eye to observe you and found that you have extraordinary bones and are good material for cultivation. I believe that as long as you become my disciple, it won't be long before you live to be over two hundred years old. At that time, things like flying over rooftops and soaring through the air will be no problem for you."
They keep bluffing and deceiving.
After Yan Dezhao finished his charade, Liu Xiaoyuan asked with a smile, "Master Yan, could you demonstrate flying for me now? I'm particularly interested in flying."
Yan Dezhao is just a novice with the cultivation level of internal energy. Even if you cut him down, he still can't do something like flying.
“Young man, such an ability as flying through the air is too astonishing to perform. How about this, I’ll show you my skills.” Yan Dezhao said, picking up a ceramic teacup from the table.
"Young man, what do you think of the quality of this teacup? Can you crush it with one hand?" Yan Dezhao asked with a smile.
Upon hearing Yan Dezhao's words, Liu Xiaoyuan knew what this guy was up to. He definitely wanted to use his internal force to crush the teacup, which would be an easy task for someone with his internal force cultivation.
Liu Xiaoyuan shook his head and said, "This teacup is so sturdy, I don't have the ability to break it."
Yan Dezhao smiled broadly. "That's exactly what I want. You can't break it. Otherwise, how can I show off my power, right?"
Without saying a word, Yan Dezhao took the ceramic teacup and easily crushed it in his hand.
After crushing the cup in his hand, Yan Dezhao said, "Young man, did you see that? That's skill. Such a sturdy teacup is like a piece of paper in my hands. Young man, let me ask you, do you want to learn my skill?"
Liu Xiaoyuan nodded and said, "Yes, I'm very willing. How much money do you need?"
Yan Dezhao said, "It's not very expensive. The tuition is one million, and we'll have to cover some more expenses later!"
Damn it, this guy has fooled countless people, each paying a million in tuition fees, not to mention all sorts of other expenses later on. I don't know how much money he's swindled out of.
Liu Xiaoyuan said, "Master Yan, the tuition fee isn't expensive, but before I enroll, I'd like to spar with you a couple of times. I wonder if you can grant me this small request?"
Yan Dezhao glanced at Liu Xiaoyuan and thought to himself, "He's just an ordinary kid. I'm a master of internal energy cultivation. Do you think I'm afraid of an ordinary kid like you?"
"Alright, it's been a while since I've had any exercise. I'll have a good spar with you, kid," Yan Dezhao said with a smile.
Then, Yan Dezhao took Liu Xiaoyuan to the courtyard and called over all his apprentices.
"My disciples, today your master will demonstrate a few moves for you. Watch carefully," Yan Dezhao said loudly to his disciples.
In Yan Dezhao's view, he was almost certain to win the match against Liu Xiaoyuan later.
That's why he made such a high-profile appearance, calling all his apprentices over, because this would establish his lofty image among them.
"Wow, I'm finally going to see my master make a move today, I'm so excited."
"Yes, everyone knows how skilled Master is. This newcomer is so ignorant and arrogant that he wants Master to give him some pointers. He's like looking for something in a latrine, courting death."
"This is good for us. We can see Master's moves, which is fantastic news for us. Besides, Master's kung fu is absolutely superb, so he definitely won't hurt this newbie."
"Master is practically an immortal now. If he really wanted to make a move, he could just sit in his room and casually send this newcomer flying to Japan!"
When Yan Dezhao's disciples learned that Liu Xiaoyuan was going to spar with Yan Dezhao, they chattered excitedly, their faces showing excitement, because their master was finally going to spar with someone.
Yan Dezhao stood there, looking like a martial arts master, and said to Liu Xiaoyuan, "Young man, you make the first move. I'll give you three moves. After three moves, I'll knock you down in one move. If I can't, then I'll admit defeat."
Yan Dezhao said smugly, if Liu Xiaoyuan really was an ordinary person, then there was no problem with what Yan Dezhao said, because an ordinary person and a master of internal energy cultivation were simply not on the same level.
However, Liu Xiaoyuan was a cultivator, a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator. As long as Liu Xiaoyuan stood still, Yan Dezhao would immediately beg for mercy on the ground.
"Master Yan, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked Yan Dezhao with a smile.
Yan Dezhao said, "Young man, you don't need to worry. To tell you the truth, even if I stood here and let you punch me three times, I wouldn't be hurt at all."
Liu Xiaoyuan said, "Master Yan, my fist is really hard. I can shatter a brick with one punch."
"Tch, newbie, my master is incredibly skilled. Even if your punch could punch a hole through a steel plate, it wouldn't hurt him. Master, isn't that right?" one of Yan Dezhao's disciples said loudly.
Yan Dezhao smiled and nodded, saying, "Of course, as long as Master protects himself with his true energy, even bullets and cannons cannot harm him."
Hearing Yan Dezhao's boasting, Liu Xiaoyuan wanted to laugh; this guy's boasting was truly earth-shattering.
"Master Yan, why don't you stand here and let me punch you three times?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked with a smile.
Yan Dezhao was in a dilemma. Although he was a master of internal strength, it would be unpleasant to stand still and be punched three times by an ordinary person.
Even a cultivator with internal strength isn't invulnerable to swords and spears. Besides, the one who hit him was a young and strong man. If all three punches landed on his lower abdomen, he would definitely be screaming in pain.
Seeing Yan Dezhao's troubled expression, Liu Xiaoyuan asked with a smile, "Master Yan, what's wrong? Are you unwilling?"
Yan Dezhao certainly couldn't say he was unwilling or afraid. Instead, he said, "Young man, it's not that I'm unwilling, it's that I'm afraid that if I use my inner energy to protect myself, you might hurt your fist when you hit me."
Upon hearing Yan Dezhao's words, his disciples immediately praised their master for his kindness, calling him a truly benevolent and virtuous teacher.
Hearing his apprentice's praise, Yan Dezhao felt incredibly proud and pleased.
"Young man, so I think we should just exchange a few blows. If I hurt you, I'd feel really bad about it," Yan Dezhao said, feigning a benevolent attitude.
(End of this chapter)
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