Liu Chan was used to seeing various fancy moves in movies and TV shows, those that looked like dance routines.

She never expected that true National Arts would be so violent and bloody.

The first style of Inch Power Sword Finger is Bow Stance Throat Break, where the sword finger releases inch power and shatters the enemy's throat.

The second style, however, is Elbow Strike to the Eyes, targeting the enemy's weak eyes.

As for the following Counterstrike to Groin and Kneeling Finger Probe, they're even scarier, attacking the enemy's lower vital points and heart.

This kind of combat technique, not to mention using it for fighting, just hearing the names was enough to frighten Liu Chan.

Yang Fei, however, didn't care what Liu Chan thought and taught her the Seven-Form Fist Technique with a stern face.

Despite being scared, Liu Chan gathered her courage to learn these Seven-Form Fist Techniques.

Next, Yang Fei taught Liu Chan the exertion method, breathing adjustment, and Qi-Blood circulation of Inch Power Sword Finger.

The more Liu Chan listened, the more scared she became.

Thinking about it, if an enemy were hit by her move, they might not survive, or end up severely injured, in a miserable state.

Yang Fei watched as Liu Chan initially grasped the lesson, looking at her meaningfully.

"Now you know why National Arts masters don't engage in fights, right?"

Liu Chan nodded her head.

If Inch Power Sword Finger were actually used against an ordinary person, even Liu Chan couldn't control their life or death.

Seeing a glimpse through a small opening.

It seemed that other National Arts were similar killing techniques.

Yang Fei said indifferently, "Our Huaxia's National Arts are divided into practices and combat techniques."

"Your True Martial Decree is a practice, while this Inch Power Sword Finger is a combat technique."

"These Kung Fu were summarized by Great Grandmasters in the cold weapon era during battlefield killings."

"On the battlefield, it's either you die or I live, so almost every move aims to take a life."

At this point, Yang Fei chuckled.

"Chan'er, you are inherently kind and friendly, I don't worry about you hurting others, I only worry about you being bullied and not daring to fight back."

"Remember, the Tao of martial artists is not to be insulted."

"When someone bullies you, breaking the law is also a path; martial artists should have backbone."

Liu Chan heard the hint of reproach in Yang Fei's tone and obediently nodded.

Yang Fei also felt that he was too harsh, and the innocent Liu Chan, inexperienced in the ways of the world, would not understand the true essence of Martial Arts.

He stopped at the right time.

Just then, Liu Chan's stomach suddenly started growling.

She was suddenly embarrassed, covering her stomach, her watery eyes looking at Yang Fei.

"Master, I'm so hungry, even though I just had dinner."

Yang Fei chuckled.

Liu Chan didn't know that true National Arts, during practice, consumes a lot of Qi-Blood, so hunger is common.

"Let's go, to celebrate your Kung Fu initiation, I'll treat you to something."

Yang Fei snapped his fingers, signaling Liu Chan to change her clothes.

Lit a cigarette himself and smoked slowly.

Liu Chan suddenly felt a sweet sensation in her heart.

Since becoming Yang Fei's disciple, her admiration for him grew stronger, and her romantic feelings were suppressed.

Only now did Liu Chan feel it.

The serious man in front of her had turned back into the caring and protective Brother Fei, rather than the stern-faced instructing master.

Before Yang Fei finished a cigarette, Liu Chan emerged from the room in different attire.

She was dressed in a white Nike sports leisure suit, with a pair of rose-colored sneakers.

Meanwhile, her long hair was tied into a ponytail, youthful and radiant, full of Spiritual Energy.

Yang Fei nodded approvingly and went out of the apartment with Liu Chan.

Over twenty minutes later, Yang Fei and Liu Chan drove to the bustling snack street in Yannan City.

Liu Chan parked her white Mercedes in a roadside spot, and cheerfully walked with Yang Fei towards the snack street.

Countless street stalls were bustling hotly, with barbecue smoke wafting around.

The enticing aroma aggressively stimulated the senses, very tempting.

Liu Chan cheerfully exclaimed.

"Wow, I feel like I could swallow a cow, this is great."

Yang Fei chuckled and pointed ahead.

"We're not eating barbecue, we're having seafood porridge."

"Ah, Master, I want to eat meat, I'm hungry."

Upon hearing this, Liu Chan's enthusiasm instantly cooled, looking reluctantly at the various skewers at the stalls.

Yang Fei put on a stern face.

"No way, the skewers have too many harmful substances, your Qi-Blood circulation is in the cycle of Muscle-Tendon Strengthening, you can't eat skewers."

Liu Chan gave an oh, feeling uneasy, but obediently headed to the seafood porridge shop.

Yang Fei ordered Liu Chan a whole bucket of crab porridge.

Yet he got over a hundred skewers from the roadside stall's owner for himself, including beef, lamb kidneys, and roasted chicken wings.

Liu Chan gloomily drank the bland crab porridge, looking defiantly at Yang Fei.

"Master, why can you eat?"

Yang Fei was chewing a greasy chicken wing and glanced at her.

"I've reached Core Formation, my internal organs are powerful."

"Not only can my liver detoxify these junk food toxins, but even poisons; can you compare yourself to me?"

Liu Chan whimpered childishly.

"This life is unlivable, I want meat."

She reached for the skewers, but Yang Fei lightly brushed her hand, his thumb like a long spear, jabbed her tiger's mouth.

Liu Chan's arm went numb, and she defiantly flicked her fingers upwards like a long sword, aiming at Yang Fei's elbow.

This move was half of the Inch Power Sword Finger technique Yang Fei had just taught.

Yang Fei secretly praised Liu Chan's intelligence, learning and applying flexibly.

He moved his elbow away, and Liu Chan grabbed the skewers on the table, sending them to her mouth.

But Yang Fei extended his hand and flicked her elbow.

Liu Chan's arm went numb, and the skewers fell onto the table.

Yang Fei smilingly picked up the skewers and stuffed them into his mouth, with an easy demeanor.

Upon seeing this, Liu Chan immediately dared not act, dejectedly picked up the bowl, and obediently drank porridge.

At this moment, suddenly curses were heard from the direction of the stalls, a chaotic mess arose.

Liu Chan and Yang Fei exchanged glances and both walked out of the seafood porridge shop, looking over there.

A crowd formed a circle, with two men and a fashionably dressed woman at the center.

It was clear that the two men and the woman were wealthy.

The two men were wearing the latest leisure suits from Yalan International, which were expensive.

Meanwhile, the woman was adorned with jewels, and her long dress had a row of heart-shaped diamonds at the chest.

The woman held her snow-white long dress, with an angry expression, and there were specks of stains on the hem.

She pointed at an old woman with a weathered face and grey hair, cursing sharply, and her screech could be heard from afar.

"Old beggar woman, I've already told you, stay away from me. You make me sick when I see you."

"Now look, how am I supposed to wear this dress?"

The old woman held a snakeskin bag and a Coke bottle in her hand.

There was still half a bottle of Coke in it.

It was clear that the stains on the woman's dress were splashes from this Coke bottle.

The old lady looked at the woman pitifully, with her head down, as if she were a child who had done something wrong.

"Miss, when I was picking up the bottle, I didn't know it still had Coke in it."

"I really didn't mean to splash Coke on you. If you'd like, I can help wash it clean after you change."

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