Chapter 1078: Comprehending the Mentor's Signature Secret Techniques!_1

Yang Cang stood before the platform with a long spear in hand, his white hair and beard dancing in the wind, emanating an inexplicable aura as he looked down upon the group of newcomers.

"Those with insufficient comprehension need not come forward,"

"The Yang Family Spear Technique is not so easily understood."

The majority of newcomers who were rejected from the platform were unconvinced; after all, they were the pride of their own realms, and grasping a spear technique -- how hard could that be?

Yang Cang naturally noticed this sentiment.

He spoke up:

"I'll demonstrate a simplified version of the Sixteen Paths Spear Technique once. Anyone who can replicate it in full after watching it once, come up here."

The crowd of students buzzed with surprise.

"Even though it's a simplified version, if it's only demonstrated once, who can learn it? Too difficult," said one.

"I think this old man just doesn't want to take disciples. He finds it bothersome and is deliberately using this method to persuade us to learn from someone else," expressed another.

"That's right. I'm sure that's the case. After all, as a First-Grade Expert, he probably looks down on us," another chimed in.

Yang Cang ignored the chatter below, lifted his spear, and with a swing of his arm, the shaft trembled, emitting a humming sonic boom.

Spear light rained down upon the platform, not particularly fast, but tracing mysterious trajectories, imbued with immense power.

"This spear technique..."

The outspoken newcomers who had just criticized Yang Cang were involuntarily captivated by the depth of spear technique he demonstrated, watching intently, with some even simulating Yang Cang's movements with their hands, trying desperately to memorize the demonstrated simplified spear technique.

Little Fatty Cheng Jinjin shook his head, his eyes wide in an attempt to discern the subtleties of the spear technique, but he understood nothing.

"Why aren't you trying to learn it?" Luo Yu asked from beside him.

Little Fatty sighed, "Boss, it's not that I don't want to learn; it's just that I completely don't understand. I feel like I'll only ever manage to learn the Three-Axe Technique in this lifetime."

"Ah..." Luo Yu couldn't relate to Little Fatty's feelings, just as a top student could never truly grasp the struggles of those who lag behind.

"Boss, I can't learn it, but why aren't you trying? I believe that if you wanted to, you could definitely master it," Little Fatty said, filled with puzzlement, while the others remained silent, eyes glued to Yang Cang, with only Luo Yu chatting idly with him.

Luo Yu glanced at the platform.

"He did say it was a simplified version of the Sixteen Paths Spear Technique. If such a thing requires one's utmost attention just to learn, then it's probably not possible to master his true skills," Luo Yu reasoned.

"Hiss—" Little Fatty was totally dumbfounded. Was this the worldview of a true expert?

He couldn't make heads or tails of it, yet the other person claimed it was too simple? Child's play?

Yang Cang returned the spear to its position and, without a word, moved back to the center of the platform, ignoring the chair that the staff had brought up for him and stood straight as an arrow, like a spear with contained divine charm.

Most students shook their heads, understanding yet not quite grasping.

"It was too fast. If I could watch it two more times, I might be able to memorize it, but how could one possibly remember so much after just one viewing?"

"Who could possibly learn that? I'd call him Grandpa if they could," said another.

"Don't talk nonsense. Did you forget that among the new students this year, we have a BUG who can replicate someone's moves after watching them just once?"

"Are you talking about Xia Luo?"

Many students shifted their gaze towards Luo Yu, noticing that Luo Yu wasn't even paying attention to Yang Cang's platform anymore, but observing other instructors as they demonstrated their secret techniques to select students for sparring.

"What's the deal with Student Xia Luo? He seems distracted," someone noted.

"Instructor Yang Cang is a First-Grade Expert. Wouldn't it be great to have him as a mentor? Why is he disregarding him?" another wondered.

At that moment, a mature and composed young man with a heroic bearing approached Luo Yu and inquired:

"I wonder which instructor Student Xia intends to take as a mentor."

Recognizing the newcomer, Luo Yu was surprised; this was War God Li Zhenyue, whom he had pinned to the ground. Why wasn't he avoiding him, instead coming over to greet him with a friendly demeanor?

Li Zhenyue noticed the astonished look in the other's eyes and felt somewhat embarrassed.

However, he didn't hate Luo Yu. As someone with a military background, he respected the strong, and since Luo Yu had truly bested him with real skill, he naturally accepted his defeat.

"Well, no fight, no acquaintance."

Luo Yu nodded, "If one doesn't become a disciple, but has learned the other's secret techniques, will there be any issues?"

"Huh?" Li Zhenyue looked surprised, "Without becoming a disciple, how could it be possible to learn the other's secret techniques if the details and the route of spiritual power flow aren't explained by the other person?"

He had barely finished speaking when he remembered Luo Yu's freakish ability to imitate on the arena, he hesitated and said:

"Student Xia, you couldn't possibly imitate any secret techniques without limit... could you?"

Luo Yu smiled.

"Um."

Li Zhenyue was dumbfounded.

To be honest, he was really taken aback.

He had thought Luo Yu's imitative ability was limited, but now the other was saying it was unlimited imitation?

Didn't that mean he could steal the other's secret techniques any time and anywhere?

Fighting and fighting, and then suddenly saying, "Your skill is nice, now it's mine?"

This was bloody terrifying.

Even with Li Zhenyue's strong mentality, he felt an urge to curse.

"I understand now."

Luo Yu was puzzled, "What do you understand?"

Li Zhenyue didn't answer, but jumped onto Instructor Hua's arena and said:

"Instructor Hua, student Li Zhenyue wishes to learn from your Dragging Blade Slash."

Seeing that this was a student with a God-Level Ancient Spirit stepping up, Hua Yourong naturally was willing to give face, and said with a word, "You may."

Li Zhenyue asked, "If I were to accidentally learn your abilities, I hope you wouldn't mind."

With his military background, he was accustomed to speaking straightforwardly.

"Hahaha."

The martial artist with short, ear-length hair laughed.

"Feel free to learn. If you can manage to learn, it's your skill. As an instructor, how can I be afraid of you taking my techniques away?"

"However, it took me over twenty years to master this secret technique; it's not something you can learn just by watching once."

Li Zhenyue smiled without saying a word and began to fight.

Hua Yourong suppressed her strength to the same level as his, picked up the Pu Dao, and swept it horizontally, creating a swath of blade light.

Eventually, Li Zhenyue was defeated, with the blade resting on his neck but not harming a single piece of skin.

After losing to Hua Yourong, Li Zhenyue did not stay idle, but went to the right arena to experience the ace up the sleeve of Instructor Yu Chi Youde with the black face.

Jian shadows filled the air, representing the ultimate in violence. The most formidable aspect was Yu Chi Youde's ability to wield the mace with his right hand while using the illusion created by the Ancient Spirit to continuously throw long maces with his left hand, generating surprisingly powerful strikes that were difficult to defend against. Before long, Li Zhenyue was defeated.

This gave the students a clear understanding of the strength of the instructors. After all, Li Zhenyue possessed a God-Level Ancient Spirit yet couldn't stand against the instructors, who had suppressed their power to the same level. It was entirely a gap in skill and mastery of secret techniques that was too large.

In the end, Li Zhenyue hurriedly moved to the central arena to challenge Yang Cang's Return Horse Spear.

Everyone was puzzled about what exactly Li Zhenyue was trying to do.

But Luo Yu in the audience had a twinkle in his eye and his mouth curved into a smile. This Li Zhenyue was quite interesting; was he intentionally creating a learning opportunity for him?

Since the instructors' moves were mysterious, he certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity. His eyes gleamed as he watched, thoroughly entranced, and he continuously extrapolated the techniques in his mind.