Chapter 938: Chapter 304: Boss, Please Stop Being So Modest (Part 3)
The young people nowadays are too accustomed to the combat environment of the Wet Realm and lack experience in urban warfare.
Although the Divine Land seems stable like the Wet Ghost Tower, who can guarantee that alien races will never break through the barrier?
This time at the Eastern Combat Zone is a noticeable example.
Don’t mention ordinary Martial Artists, even the Zhao Qi Corps is somewhat unskilled in urban combat.
The Military Department even held a special meeting to discuss the shortcomings of Martial Artists in urban street fighting.
Everyone hopes the battlefield will always remain in the Wet Realm.
But the skill for urban warfare is something Martial Artists must not forget.
To be cautious in times of peace is an ancient teaching passed down for countless years in the Divine Land.
"Alright, this old man has been bragging for so long, and I’ve run out of things to say.
"Let’s invite the most outstanding young genius among us to share some combat experience in the Wet Realm."
The Elder Grandmaster concluded his sharing and then stood up, leading the applause.
In an instant, applause thundered through the room.
Su Yue’s mind was still a bit dazed.
In fact, compared to the sharing of the Elder Grandmaster, the students cared more about Su Yue’s experience.
After all, the Elder Grandmaster belongs to the previous generation of Martial Artists; his experience serves as a caution but is not indispensable.
But Su Yue, the contemporary elite, provided the true essence of valuable knowledge.
Mu Cheng clapped so hard her hands hurt, but she was just so excited, couldn’t help but be happy that her boyfriend was so outstanding.
Feng Jiajia gave Mu Cheng a sidelong glance.
Proximity to a water tower first gets the moon, what’s there to be proud of?
A boyfriend is not a husband.
Of course, Feng Jiajia clapped loudly, seemingly competing with Mu Cheng.
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"Ahem... actually, I am just like everyone else, an ordinary, common Martial Artist. The Divine Land is a big machine, and I am just a screw."
As a junior, Su Yue stood up to speak, which is the basic courtesy.
The whole place fell silent.
Of course, some Martial Artists muttered in their hearts.
You’re ordinary?
You’re common?
Then we are trash!
Trash among wet trash, dry trash, sorted trash, we don’t even know what kind of trash we are.
After practicing for three to four years, and still not as good as your half a year of practice.
Boss, just please don’t be modest.
Give us a way to survive.
"In the Wet Realm, luck played a big part for me; actually, there weren’t many frontal assaults, but honestly, when facing the Yangxiang Race, I really can share a few small insights..."
After a few modest words, Su Yue started to get to the main topic.
Many students below even took out small notebooks and began to take notes.
And Su Yue, racking his brains, was summarizing the traits of the Yangxiang Race in the Wet Realm.
Of course, things like the organ weakness of lower-grade Yangxiang Race are pure nonsense, everyone knows it, so Su Yue didn’t mention it.
He reminded the students that when battling lower-grade Yangxiang Race, holding a pair of leather boots in hand can be helpful.
Leather boots are hard currency for the lower-grade Yangxiang Race, they are reluctant to slash them, which would make them hesitate, after all, they want to take them back to show off.
So sometimes, leather boots are more useful than shields.
Moreover, the Yangxiang Race generally has a poor sense of direction; they usually follow their leader during charges.
If you want to escape, you can run chaotically around the jungle, there’s a good chance to survive since the Yangxiang Race is not good at divided actions and might get lost.
Also, when using potions to disguise as the Yangxiang Race, men shouldn’t be too handsome, and women shouldn’t be too beautiful, or it might cause problems.
This is something Su Yue has learned from bloody experience.
Su Yue’s methodical speech was listened to calmly by the audience below.
Unknowingly, a new and old exchange of experiences meeting concluded.
The 100-year-old Elder Grandmaster held Su Yue’s arm and wouldn’t let go for a long time.
He carefully scrutinized Su Yue, his eyes even glistening with tears.
In Su Yue’s face, the Elder Grandmaster saw the future of the Divine Land, the hope of the Divine Land.
Su Yue constantly emphasized that he was just lucky.
But his observation of the Yangxiang Race was indeed several times more meticulous than that of ordinary Martial Artists.
It’s important to know that Su Yue is only a freshman in college.
"Su Yue, promise this old man that you will live well, the future... you are immeasurable!"
The Elder Grandmaster spoke earnestly.
He even felt that Su Yue might change the entire Divine Land.
Of course, this should be something many years later.
"Don’t worry, senior, I will definitely live well, serve my country, serve the Divine Land!"
Su Yue nodded solemnly.
He could see in the faces of the older generation of Grandmasters the longing for their country, the expectation for the Divine Land.
This is heritage.
"Yes, I believe in you, believe in your generation of young people.
"The Divine Land is handed over to you, the mountains and rivers will surely be magnificent, the landscape splendid."
The Elder Grandmaster, after all, was getting on in years, and after saying this, he reluctantly left.
After this, Principal Dongwu said a few words and directly announced the dismissal of the meeting.
Principal Dongwu also expressed gratitude to Su Yue.
To be honest, these experiences are really important, like the fact that the Yangxiang Race values leather boots, at least it wasn’t the case five years ago.
The human race and the Yangxiang Race seem to have similar trajectories.
Trendy stuff, fashionable trends, change every few years.
Know yourself and know your enemy.
Being able to timely grasp the fashion trends of young Yangxiang Martial Artists is also a way of controlling information.
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Students prepared to leave one after another, with some lingering on the playground, discussing the day’s gains.
At this time, a person walked over with a gloomy face from the back of the playground.
Su Yue felt a chill from afar.
He instinctively turned to look.
Li Duozhi!
An old acquaintance, how could he appear?
Time and again openly harassing Sima Lingling, speaking derogatorily of the entire West Martial.
Spitting on the ground, crossing the street without looking at the traffic light, not sorting garbage.
This person’s lack of manners is simply outrageous.
Even as a third-grade, Su Yue had been beaten countless times by Li Duozhi.
Eventually, when Li Duozhi was about to break through, he hurriedly returned to Eastern Martial, halting Su Yue’s breakthrough plans.
You could say that his participation in the battle this time also had his hand in pushing it.
Su Yue almost forgot about this person.
Unexpectedly, he appeared.
"Li Duozhi, you just came back from the battlefield and you’re injured, quickly go back and rest!"
Principal Dongwu frowned.
He knew the entanglement and grievances between Su Yue and Li Duozhi.
Though Li Duozhi lacks quality, he is a fifth-grade peak, fearless and brave, an absolute fierce general on the battlefield.
He didn’t want Li Duozhi to affect today’s exchange meeting.
And now Su Yue’s status is different, Li Duozhi hitting Su Yue in West Martial could still be seen as Su Yue’s provocation.
But today Su Yue is a guest invited by Eastern Martial, if Li Duozhi can’t control his emotions, he will disgrace Eastern Martial.
"Hmph..."
Li Duozhi completely ignored Principal Dongwu’s warning, instead directing a cold sneer at Su Yue.
This sneer even had a hint of self-ridicule.
"Su Yue, you are now in the limelight, I won’t confront you again for Eastern Martial’s sake.
"But I haven’t forgotten the words you once humiliated me with and spit on me, I’ve always kept it in my heart.
"When there’s a chance in the future, I will not let you go."
Li Duozhi said grimly as he reached Su Yue.
"You have repeatedly ruined my mentor’s reputation, bullied my West Martial’s teacher, how should we settle this score?"
Su Yue also asked coldly with a calm face.
"Settle it? Come and defeat me!
"Though I’m a fifth-grade peak, I’m injured now and can’t fully exert my strength.
"If you want me to leave Sima Lingling alone, come and defeat me!
"Weren’t you so arrogant in West Martial? In Eastern Martial, don’t you dare challenge me?"
Li Duozhi pressed aggressively.
He was merely impulsive, but not foolish.
Pushing Su Yue to fight is different from bullying juniors.
"Li Duozhi, shut up."
Principal Dongwu spoke with a serious face.
"Do you want to fight me?
"Fine, I accept.
"Regardless of who wins or loses, I want to conclude this enmity.
"But if you lose, you are not allowed to harass my mentor again, and you must never step foot into West City for the rest of your life."
Su Yue spoke with a stern face.
This unruly fellow needs to be restrained.
If I leave West Martial in the future, he might bully other teachers, especially Sima Lingling.
Let’s settle everything in one go.
Although Li Duozhi is indeed strong, currently injured, Su Yue feels he can win.
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