Chapter 31 Top Assistant Coach Li Ang: I'll Break Down the Techniques and Feed Them to You!

A teacher is one who passes on the Dao, imparts knowledge, and resolves doubts.

Evening self-study, Combat Training Hall.

This was Wu Changhe's private domain and the exclusive training ground for "Golden Potion VIP users."

Dozens of students in uniform training clothes were standing around lazily; some were chatting, others were playing on their phones, with no atmosphere of cultivation at all.

Most of them came from wealthy families but had mediocre Aptitude, being the type who hoped to get into university by popping pills and idling through their days.

"Ahem."

Wang Heng walked in with Li Ang and clapped his hands. "Everyone, stop for a moment! Group Leader Wu has specially arranged a new theory assistant instructor for you. From now on, he will be responsible for correcting your movements during evening self-study."

Everyone looked up and saw Li Ang standing behind Wang Heng, and the place immediately erupted.

"Li Ang? That 'Theory Emperor' who only knows how to study books?"

"Who doesn't know him? Theory Emperor, Combat Little Brother!"

"Is this a joke? Letting him teach us combat? Is his Vital Qi even as high as mine?"

"Has Teacher Wu gone senile? Spending money to hire a mascot?"

Doubts rose one after another.

Especially a few troublemakers, their faces were full of disdain.

Wang Heng was about to lose his temper, but Li Ang stopped him.

Li Ang stepped forward, his calm gaze sweeping over the crowd.

The composed aura he had honed through life-and-death struggles radiated an inexplicable pressure.

"I know you're not convinced."

Li Ang's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone clearly. "And I don't plan on teaching you how to fight."

"Group Leader Wu invited me here for only one purpose—to ensure that the potions you spent money on aren't wasted on incorrect movements."

He walked to the front of the line and pointed at a slightly chubby boy who was slacking off against a pillar.

"Zhang Li, step out."

Zhang Li was stunned for a moment and walked out reluctantly. "What for?"

"Perform the third section of the 'Broadcasting Body Tempering Art,' 'Ape Arm Stretch,' once."

Zhang Li rolled his eyes and perfunctorily swung his arms a few times, looking as limp as if he were shooing flies.

"Stop."

Li Ang interrupted him directly and said coldly.

"If you practice like this, even if you drink Teacher Wu's potions like water, you won't be able to train your Vital Qi properly."

"Your power point is entirely in your shoulders instead of your latissimus dorsi."

"In the long run, your shoulder joints will be ruined first."

"What do you know? My private tutor said it was fine..." Zhang Li was about to argue.

Li Ang suddenly stepped forward, his two fingers tapping the gap in Zhang Li's left shoulder blade like lightning, pressing lightly.

"Ah! Pain, pain, pain!"

Zhang Li screamed instantly, curling into a ball.

"This is a blockage."

Li Ang withdrew his hand. "Do as I say: drop your shoulders, sink your elbows, tighten your spine like a bow, and then use the power of your back to drive your arms."

Under Li Ang's hands-on guidance, Zhang Li adjusted his posture dubiously.

"Heh!"

This time, when he swung his arm.

An unprecedented dull roar actually echoed within his body—it was a sign of Vital Qi flowing through!

"This... is this Vital Qi Resonance?!"

Zhang Li's eyes widened, looking at his hands in disbelief.

"I've been stuck at the Peak of the third stage for half a year. That moment just now felt like the Bottleneck was loosening?"

The entire hall fell silent instantly.

When a master makes a move, one knows immediately if they have the skill.

These students might be lazy, but they weren't stupid.

Being able to spot a problem at a glance and solve it with immediate effect—this was definitely real skill!

"Next."

Ignoring Zhang Li's shock, Li Ang turned his gaze elsewhere.

"Grade 11 Class 5, Liao Lanqian."

The one called was a sweet-looking girl, but her lower body stance was unstable.

She was Liao Fan's cousin.

On ordinary days, she loved practicing those flashy but impractical sword techniques.

"Assistant... Assistant Instructor Li." Liao Lanqian stepped out nervously.

"Your sword moves are very beautiful, but they are only beautiful."

Li Ang pointed out incisively.

"Standing still, you look like a master; once you move, you're like a drunkard."

"Your footwork and sword moves are completely disconnected."

"Try lowering your center of gravity by three inches. When you thrust your sword, move your feet before your hands."

"Remember, the sword is an extension of the arm."

"As a Vital Qi Martial Artist, you cannot float in the air like a Soaring Grandmaster; your supporting power comes from the earth."

"Footwork is of the utmost importance!"

Li Ang didn't just speak; he personally demonstrated it once.

He casually picked up a wooden stick and demonstrated the coordination of footwork and sword moves at one-tenth speed.

That sense of fluid rhythm left Liao Lanqian mesmerized.

"So that's how it is... I was practicing it backward before!"

Liao Lanqian tried it a few times. Although it was still a bit awkward.

But the feeling of being off-balance clearly vanished, and the power of her sword moves instantly rose to another level.

"Incredible!"

"Li Ang, help me look at this move!"

"Assistant Instructor Li, why can't I stand steady in this form of the 'Body Tempering Technique'?"

"Assistant Instructor Li! Look at me! I always feel like my footwork can't keep up with the rhythm!"

"Student Li Ang... no, Teacher Li, I always get a stitch when I circulate my Qi. Is there a problem with my Meridians?"

Suddenly, the students swarmed around him.

They threw out problems that had troubled them for a long time all at once, their eyes filled with the desire to become stronger.

In this world where strength is respected, who wouldn't want to become stronger?

It was just that before, no one was like Li Ang.

Willing to lean down and break those obscure, difficult techniques into pieces and mash them up to feed them.

Facing these questions, Li Ang didn't panic at all.

He didn't need to think, flip through books, or even use Vital Qi to demonstrate.

The answers were as if carved into his mind, rolling off his tongue.

In fact, for the current Li Ang, teaching them was simpler than eating or drinking.

Although he didn't have "Tireless Teacher (Green)" equipped now.

Teaching these students didn't take any effort at all.

Because in the simulator's memories, to help Wu Changhe confirm the excellent effects of the "Golden Ratio Potion."

He had spent a whole year's worth of evening self-studies with this group.

Their physical structures, power habits, and even the small habit of which shoulder they liked to shrug when slacking off.

He knew them better than they knew themselves.

It was like playing a game on New Game Plus with a walkthrough.

Having already cleared the game, Li Ang could point out their technique flaws with his eyes closed.

He didn't talk about grand meridian theories but used the most down-to-earth, simple, and blunt vernacular to strike the heart of the matter.

This simple and blunt yet incredibly precise teaching method.

Made these underachievers, who were used to hearing mysterious theories, feel as if they had found a treasure.

In just one night.

These students felt they had learned more than they had in the past month from their private tutors.

That sense of fulfillment as their bodies were corrected bit by bit and their power was released bit by bit.

Made them take an interest in the boring cultivation for the first time.

At the second-floor railing.

Wu Changhe stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the orderly and bustling scene below.

The shock in his eyes gradually turned into deep gratification.

He had originally just wanted Li Ang to get familiar with everyone and find something for the kid to do.

So he wouldn't keep thinking about paying back the money.

Who would have thought that Li Ang actually managed to help this group of rotten mud get onto the wall?

"This kid..."

Wu Changhe muttered to himself; he felt that the current Li Ang didn't seem like an eighteen-year-old high school student at all.

That composure and sophistication made him seem more like an old Martial Master who had been immersed in education for over a decade.

At nine o'clock in the evening, training ended.

Wu Changhe walked down and looked at Li Ang, who was covered in sweat but had bright eyes.

He couldn't help but pat his shoulder. "Not bad, you've been hiding your light under a bushel."

"With this teaching level, I even want to hire you as a formal assistant instructor."

Li Ang rubbed his nose, a hint of youthful shyness and honesty appropriately appearing on his face as he chuckled.

"Teacher, you flatter me."

"I just have a slightly solid theoretical foundation, plus..."

"It's to be worthy of the salary you're paying me; I can't take the money and not do the work."

"Stop being cheeky."

Wu Changhe scolded him with a smile, but the satisfaction in his eyes was genuine.

"Alright, go back and rest early."

"At this rate, if our class gets the highest average score in the final joint examination, I'll treat you to a big feast!"

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Li Ang picked up his backpack and walked out of the training hall.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

Although he was somewhat mentally exhausted, his eyes were exceptionally bright.

The first step as an assistant instructor was firmly established.

He had a foothold in the school and an irreplaceable value to the teacher.

Next, he could calmly wait for the simulator's cooldown, and...

The pitch-black unique copy of Hiding the Edge flashed through Li Ang's mind.

"Time to go back and practice the blade."