19: Boy, have you ever killed anyone?

Teacher Tian felt the pressure of the exchange, gritted his teeth slightly, and cast aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, wondering why he felt pressured.

A gentleman, fearless in the Face of death.

A Cultivator, even knowing there is great terror ahead, should advance bravely.

Teacher Tian focused his Qi, his eyes sharp, and with a loud shout, he closed in, throwing a straight punch towards Tang Gao's chest.

No matter how good this kid's stance was, actual combat was the real test!

He unconsciously controlled his strength, intending to stop just short to avoid injuring Tang Gao's condition and spirit.

Tang Gao's eyes lit up; the opponent hesitated!

A flaw!

"Boom!"

Dust flew up from the ground, and a figure shot out like an arrow, a blur trailing a strong wind, striking towards Teacher Tian's Face.

Teacher Tian's pupils constricted sharply, a sharp pain pricked his glabella, and the strong wind rushed at his Face, making his eyes blink involuntarily for a moment. He screamed inwardly that something was wrong, and his experience and awareness from his younger days in battle were awakened. He knew that the opponent's Killing Technique followed closely, and if he couldn't block the first move, he would surely die.

"Ha!"

Teacher Tian let out a loud roar, activating all his Battle Qi, and slammed his palm towards Tang Gao's chest, wanting to force the opponent back with a Killing Technique. Halfway through the move, he suddenly woke up, remembering that the opponent was his student.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Teacher Tian hurriedly stopped his hand, fearing he would injure his student.

Tang Gao's pupils constricted sharply, feeling an extremely strong sense of life suppression. There was a difference in life levels between a First Order Cultivator and a Third Order Cultivator. The Teacher Tian before him seemed like a suddenly awakened tiger descending the mountain, pouncing on him.

He wants to kill me!

The sharpness from thousands of life-and-death struggles burst forth in an instant, and the will to resist, stemming from the instinct for survival, roared. The counter-move in his hand instantly transformed into a Killing Technique, thrusting directly at the opponent's throat.

The Killing Technique had pierced an inch when Tang Gao felt the killing intent before him vanish. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly stopped his hand.

"...Phew."

The palm wind swept across the training ground, kicking up dust from the ground.

The two in the center of the martial arts arena both had cold sweat on their foreheads, looking at each other.

Teacher Tian's hand stopped at Tang Gao's chest, sweat pouring down his body, his eyes complex as he looked at the student before him.

Tang Gao's palm stopped before Teacher Tian's throat, cold sweat on his forehead, regretting that he had almost committed patricide just now.

Tang Gao was the first to retract his move, hurriedly cupping his fists, a look of apology on his Face: "Teacher won, I was too complacent."

Teacher Tian did not answer but looked at Tang Gao's previous stance, a slightly shallow footprint left on the ground.

The front of the footprint was heavily pressed, indicating that the owner of the footprint had retracted the move with extraordinary control at the last moment, stopping the Killing Technique.

The teachers present were not fools; they saw the footprint on the ground, and a slight cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, realizing the seriousness of the matter.

This wasn't the Awakening of a Genius.

This was the Awakening of a God of Slaughter.

Teacher Tian retracted his move, his expression complex, and slowly said, "I lost. There's no need to save my Face like this. My Face isn't propped up by students faking it."

Tang Gao hurriedly smiled to smooth things over: "How could Teacher have lost? I just used a clever trick."

Teacher Tian's expression was grim: "I lost. I will give you ten extra points. Everyone else, continue the martial arts test. Little Gao, come with me."

Tang Gao sighed slightly, knowing he had still revealed a flaw, and could only follow Teacher Tian to the rest area in front of the training ground.

Teacher Tian's Face was solemn, exuding authority, as he led Tang Gao to the rest area.

He left behind the bewildered students.

It was so fast, the martial arts battle ended in an instant.

"...I didn't even see clearly; was the winner decided in one move?"

"I didn't even understand; how did he win or lose?"

"Shouldn't this be a draw? Teacher Tian is very strong, he's been a gold-medal teacher for several consecutive terms."

"Good heavens, Brother Tang actually fought the Class Teacher of the elite class to a draw. You call this winning?"

"Stop caring about who won or lost, I just want to know how they won or lost, damn it! Weren't they tied just now?"

Class Teacher Liu of Elite Class Two looked at the footprint on the ground, his eyes complex: "Teacher Tian fell for Tang Gao's first feint, so he lost."

Teacher Tian blinked; he lost there.

He underestimated Tang Gao, was careless, and missed the initiative.

It seemed like a draw, but if they had continued fighting, Teacher Tian would have died.

This heavily pressed front footprint proved that Teacher Tian was actually an inch slower than Tang Gao.

If Tang Gao hadn't held back, Teacher Tian's throat would probably have been crushed by now.

If this were a life-and-death battle, Teacher Tian could be contacting the crematorium now.

This was not a student; this was clearly a God of Slaughter.

In the training ground's rest area.

Teacher Tian sat on the chair, unable to help but feel a lingering fear, and looked up, glaring at Tang Gao: "Where did you learn these Evil Path techniques! If my control hadn't been good, you probably would have died by my hand!"

If he hadn't been alert, if his palm strike hadn't been held back, if he had been even a tiny bit late.

He would have accidentally killed a promising talent today.

Tang Gao scratched his head: "Teacher, look, actually, you almost died by my hand."

"..."

Teacher Tian said irritably: "Don't change the subject. The school taught you martial arts, but it didn't teach you Killing Technique."

Now that he thought about it, how Tang Gao defeated Liu Ren earlier wasn't by technique at all; it was clearly half a Killing Technique.

If he had used the complete move, Liu Ren's guard would have been wide open at that moment. If he had moved up a bit and applied more force, his Dantian would have been shattered, and his internal organs would have been crushed.

He also found the reason why he felt pressured during the exchange.

This kid was exchanging blows with him using the stance of a Killing Technique.

It's just ridiculous!

Teacher Tian sensed carefully again and found that Tang Gao's Qi was pure, with no obvious change, so his attitude softened a lot. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Did something happen at home? How did you learn to kill?"

Tang Gao couldn't help but click his tongue. How could everyone tell that he had killed someone: "I didn't."

Uncle Liu could tell, how could even you tell?

Teacher Tian scolded irritably: "You can't learn this move without killing a few people, can you? What? Are you Cao Cao, good at killing in dreams, and thus learned a Killing Technique? Tell me honestly, what exactly happened?"

Tang Gao sighed helplessly and began to lie: "Alright, some time ago I killed a serious criminal, and I learned these things from him."

Teacher Tian looked at him suspiciously, took out his phone from his pocket: "Does anyone have proof for you? If not, I'm calling the police."

Tang Gao: "...Liu Ren's father is a high-ranking Martial Cultivator official in Liang City's system. He can vouch for me. I even answered questions with my hand on the Stone of Conscience at the time."

You truly are a good citizen of Liang City! Thumbs up to you!

Tonight, let the Violent Justice vigilante use a rubber band and slingshot to break your windows!

Teacher Tian frowned and dialed Liu ShouShan's number.

Soon, the call connected.

"Hello, ShouShan, I want to ask you something. What? No, it's not about your son; it's about Little Gao, Tang Gao. Do you know about him killing someone?

You know, huh? Have you investigated it thoroughly? Not thoroughly? But it passed the Stone of Conscience?

Alright, okay, no problem, you go back to work."

Tang Gao pouted, slightly annoyed. He was clearly a good citizen, yet he was suspected.

He could understand the Class Teacher's actions, but emotionally, he genuinely felt annoyed.

Even though I've killed one, two, three, four... never mind, I've killed countless times, but I am still a good resident of Xia Country, a good citizen of Liang City.

Teacher Tian finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief: "You kid, you really prepared a big show for me."

Tang Gao was truly his good student, quietly preparing such a big surprise for him.

Tang Gao shrugged: "Teacher, can I go back now?"