C10 Lu Chong Had Obtained the Right to Teach Private Lessons..

"Keep your Leg Technique under wraps for now. You can unleash it during the College Entrance Examination," Class Teacher Wang Tong advised Lu Chong with gravity.

"There's a practical combat test in the College Entrance Exam. If someone fully deciphers your style, you'll be an easy target," Wang Tong elaborated.

"Got it," Lu Chong acknowledged with a nod.

The College Entrance Examination consisted of academic and martial components, with the latter including a practical combat test. Hence, the teacher's insistence on him concealing his true capabilities.

"I'll demonstrate the Wind Splitting Leg now. Practice alongside me," Wang Tong instructed, standing barefoot on the grass, and began his demonstration.

"Don't overestimate yourself. Learning the Wind Splitting Leg isn't the hard part; it's mastering the energy channeling technique and the momentum to cleave through any hindrance," Wang Tong imparted while instructing.

His execution of the Wind Splitting Leg was formidable. His legs moved with the ferocity of axes, swift as the wind and thunderous in their impact.

Lu Chong diligently followed Wang Tong's lead, keenly discerning the nuances with each repetition.

"By observing Wang Tong's Wind Splitting Leg, your training speed will quintuple!" The mental alert left Lu Chong pleasantly astounded.

"With a master's guidance, I can ramp up my training pace," Lu Chong reflected.

His training efficiency soared to five times its original rate—from 3% to 15% per hour.

"In just one hour, my Wind Splitting Leg should reach Small Completion," Lu Chong mused as he continued to train with Wang Tong.

His grasp of the technique advanced dramatically.

After thirty minutes, Lu Chong's kicks were lightning-fast, slicing through the air as if cleaving it with an axe.

Wang Tong was taken aback by Lu Chong's rapid progress.

Had Lu Chong really achieved Small Completion so swiftly?

"Teacher, let's keep going. Your instruction is invaluable—I've learned so much," Lu Chong urged, noticing Wang Tong's hesitation.

Any pause could disrupt the momentum of his Wind Splitting Leg training.

"Am I really that exceptional?" Wang Tong wondered aloud. Nevertheless, he promptly resumed the lesson, striving to maintain composure despite the whirlwind of thoughts in his head.

He had never witnessed such rapid advancement.

An hour later, Lu Chong's Wind Splitting Leg had indeed reached Small Completion, though his pace of improvement had slightly diminished.

Lu Chong's mastery of the technique was now at 15% of Small Completion.

He considered that with a few more hours of practice with his teacher, he might achieve Great Completion or even the Arcane stage.

"That's enough for today. Go home and solidify what you've learned," Wang Tong instructed, needing time to process his astonishment.

It had taken him six months to reach Small Completion with the Wind Splitting Leg, earning him the reputation of a prodigy in his unit.

Yet, in a single day, Lu Chong had not only mastered the basics but also reached Small Completion. He was the true prodigy!

"Thank you, Teacher. Until tomorrow," Lu Chong expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Wang Tong handed Lu Chong a Nutrient Stick, saying, "This is the basic nutrient supplement I've secured for you. You'll get one daily. Focus on your Qi Accepting Spell when you get home. With your aptitude, martial techniques shouldn't concern you. But being at Stage 4 as a Martial Disciple is still insufficient." With that, Wang Tong departed.

After expressing his thanks again, Lu Chong left the teacher's residence alone.

With the salary promised by Lou Qingqing, Lu Chong was now earning over two thousand yuan a day, which was more than adequate for his needs.

The intense training had drained him, but a bite of the Nutrient Stick instantly revitalized him.

"With this Nutrient Stick, my Qi Accepting Spell's training speed has quadrupled. I should break through to Stage 5 by tomorrow morning," Lu Chong exclaimed, thrilled.

Stepping out of the school, he saw Lou Qingqing waiting for him.

"Shall we? Where are we heading for our study session?" Lu Chong asked with a grin.

Blushing at his bright smile, Lou Qingqing shyly suggested, "Let's go to my place; my parents are out."

Without overthinking, Lu Chong agreed.

Yet, as he rounded the school gate's corner with Lou Qingqing, a sleek black limousine awaited them.

"Miss, please enter the vehicle," said a woman in a black suit, standing by the car door. Her sunglasses gave her the air of a bodyguard.

Lu Chong, however, discerned that this thirty-something woman was undoubtedly a Martial Artist, her aura no less intimidating than the Class Teacher's.

"Lou Qingqing comes from a powerful background. Her bodyguard is a high-level Martial Artist," Lu Chong realized internally.

High-level Martial Artists commanded immense respect in society, eligible for VIP status in martial arts dojos or as highly-paid personal trainers with six-figure salaries.

One could only imagine the kind of family background required to employ such a bodyguard.

By contrast, the top students of Class 1, who drove their sports cars to school every day, paled in comparison to Lou Qingqing.

Upon entering the vehicle, Lu Chong noticed a middle-aged male driver dressed similarly to the woman. His presence was just as formidable.

"Two high-level Martial Artists escort her daily. Lou Qingqing really keeps a low profile," Lu Chong mused, taken aback.

"Uncle Zhong, let's head home," Lou Qingqing commanded with an air of authority that came naturally to her.

"Yes, Miss," Uncle Zhong responded, igniting the engine.

The car zipped through the streets and alleys with remarkable stability. It took them over half an hour to reach a manor on the outskirts of the city's west side.

Spanning over ten acres, the estate boasted traditional Chinese-style pavilions, bridges, and flowing streams.

Though Lu Chong didn't spot any guards, he sensed the weight of at least ten intense stares upon him.

"This manor must be home to numerous high-ranking Martial Artists," Lu Chong concluded internally.

The vehicle halted before a three-story wooden structure, where Lou Qingqing addressed Lu Chong, "We've arrived. This is my family's training room. My apologies, but since I'm not permitted to train at the dojo, I've brought you here instead."

"No worries. It's a good opportunity for me to broaden my horizons," Lu Chong quipped, unfazed.

Stepping out of the car, Lu Chong was greeted by an elderly man with white hair and a stooped posture waiting at the entrance.

"Miss, is this Lu Chong?" The old man greeted Lou Qingqing warmly before turning his attention to Lu Chong with an inquiring look.

"Hello, I'm Lu Chong," Lu Chong introduced himself, stepping forward.

"My apologies," the elder said with a slight bow and courteous tone, "The Miss can be a bit headstrong. We appreciate your understanding."

Yet, he added, "However, to verify that you truly qualify to be the Miss's personal instructor, we must conduct a test." Despite his polite delivery, his words carried an undeniable authority.