"Too bad I haven't encountered any Ferocious Beasts with Attribute Talents..."
Feng Yun had explored many parts of the forest today, projecting numerous Ferocious Beasts, but none possessed Attribute Talents.
This was normal since Attribute Talents were rare even among Ferocious Beasts, especially low-level ones.
"No worries, I'll find some eventually."
With rich jungle experience, and his mastery-level Cun You Step and Golden Bell Art, Feng Yun moved through the forest like a fish in water.
Returning to the Welfare Institute, Feng Yun found the courtyard full of laughter and the rich aroma of meat.
Upon entering, Feng Xiaolan saw him and pulled him over. "Come quick, there's a feast today."
"What's going on?"
"Someone kindly donated 200,000 anonymously to the Welfare Institute; the director is treating us all to a big meal." Feng Xiaolan's delicate face glowed with a smile.
In this era, having a good meal was no small matter for ordinary people.
Feng Yun entered and saw the director and children smiling bry, making him smile too.
His determination to become a Warrior grew stronger—to gain residency in the inner city and earn money to buy a house for the director and the kids.
Only in the inner city was safety truly guaranteed.
The next day.
Upon arriving at school, Feng Yun was informed by the middle-aged teacher that he was being transferred from the beginner to the advanced class.
Hailan Martial Arts Academy had ten beginner classes and twenty advanced classes.
Ages ranged widely—from as young as fifteen or sixteen like Feng Yun, to nearly thirty.
If one hadn't reached Warrior level by thirty, they would be expelled.
Among the twenty advanced classes, only about a hundred students were senior preparatory Warriors; most were junior preparatory.
Feng Yun was assigned randomly to Class 12, with no ranking differences among classes.
He immediately found the bald middle-aged teacher in charge and explained his intention to take a long leave.
There was little left for the school to teach him—his survival experience, combat awareness, and cultivation level surpassed even the teachers. Staying would only waste time.
Of course, he wouldn't quit; he needed to take exams through the academy to enter the inner city's Xingyao Academy—the fastest path in.
"How long will your leave be?" the bald teacher asked.
"About one or two months," Feng Yun replied, considering but then discarding a half-year leave.
"Is it something important?"
"Can't say."
The bald teacher frowned. "You just topped the beginner assessment. You should train hard, not take such a long leave. If you have something, tell me—I'm your teacher."
Then Feng Yun said, "Teacher, fight me. If you win, I won't take leave. If I win, you approve it."
"What? You want to fight me? Beat me?"
The bald teacher laughed. Where did this kid's confidence come from? He wanted to fight and defeat him?
Shaking his head, he thought: let me shatter Feng Yun's unrealistic fantasy and get him to focus on class.
He saw Feng Yun as a student who got a little success and became arrogant.
"Fine, as you say, come with me."
They went to an empty classroom.
"Start. You go first."
The moment Feng Yun moved, his dormant vitality boiled like boiling water.
Activating Cun You Step, he took a step, crossing great distance in a blink, his finger extended like a sword, the force sharp, aiming straight at the bald teacher.
"What!?"
It happened too fast for the teacher to react.
But having trained many years, he immediately summoned his full vitality, placing his right hand forward to block the sword finger and launching force with his left hand toward Feng Yun's lower waist.
His rich combat experience showed.
Yet next moment, he missed.
Feng Yun vanished ghostlike behind him.
"Cun You Step!?"
The teacher finally saw clearly and was shocked at Feng Yun's natural, deep mastery.
"You underestimate me!"
Turning abruptly, the bald teacher threw a punch at Feng Yun.
Bam!
A solid punch hit Feng Yun, sounding dull.
Just as the teacher thought the fight was over, a faint golden glow flashed across Feng Yun's skin.
"What is that..."
His words stopped abruptly as Feng Yun slammed half his body into the teacher.
Feng Yun's strength surged like a Ferocious Beast, knocking the teacher flying.
At the same time, Feng Yun stepped forward, tensing his tendons like a drawn bowstring.
All his force concentrated into his hand as he struck the unstable teacher.
"Extreme Collapsing Fist!"
Boom!
Force roared as if a cannon fired, echoing wildly, striking the teacher's face.
The teacher glimpsed a Ferocious Beast lunging at him, feeling helpless, frozen.
Whoosh!
Just as he expected to be hit, the force suddenly stopped inches from his forehead.
"Thank you, teacher."
Feng Yun withdrew his fist calmly, expression unreadable—nothing like a typical youth.
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