Chapter 148: Nothing to Fuck Say, Nowhere Left to Flex

Thus, the highly anticipated clash where six feudal lords were set to besiege Ye Chao—an event expected to be thrilling, intense, and spectacular—was abruptly turned into a tutorial session by Ye Chao himself.

He even had them go one by one, taking turns in a rotational manner, endlessly dragging out the plot with textbook padding:

"Song Baojian, you are tall and burly, which is an advantage. However, your movements are too wide, lowering your frequency, which leads to a lack of adaptability and control. Your attacks are difficult to retract, and you must pay attention to this!"

"You would do well to understand the concept of delayed demolition. If you can constantly pre-set demolition points across the battlefield while combining them with your frontal combat capabilities, you will undoubtedly give your opponents a massive headache."

"Furthermore, you must thoroughly master how directional blasting and detonation velocity affect explosive power, as this will greatly help improve your crowd control."

"Understood, Teacher Ye!" Best two out of three, best three out of five, best four out of seven... all the way to eight out of fifteen. After being taken through eight rounds of breakthroughs by Ye Chao, Song Baojian—who was nearly beaten into a pulp by his own companions—finally conceded defeat temporarily, deciding to settle the score another day.

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"Tang Lin, your vibration baton can feed back shockwaves, pierce through illusions, and detect the frequency of objects to inflict resonant destruction. This is very good, except that your power output is still not high enough. That can only be accumulated slowly; it cannot be achieved in a single day."

"In addition... you really need to brush up on common knowledge from before the apocalypse and catch up on your history lessons."

"Understood, Teacher Ye," Tang Lin nodded obediently. "Actually, Teacher Ye, I do know."

"..."

"Jiong Xiaoyi, your control over thermal energy is nothing short of exquisite—steam stealth, super-heated bursts. A truly magnificent performance!"

"However, among the three mechanisms of heat transfer, you clearly lack an understanding of radiation, which severely limits your output. You must realize that among radiation, convection, and conduction, radiation is the only one that requires no contact. Otherwise, your ignition weapons wouldn't be restricted to thermoses and quick-boil immersion heaters."

"You are completely right, Teacher Ye."

"Ah, and there is one more thing I simply must address... are you certain your surname is Jiong?"

This was Alpha Ji's question.

Due to the popularity of meme stickers, the character for *jiong* had been wildly popular before the apocalypse, but Alpha Ji genuinely had no idea it could actually be someone's surname.

Jiong Xiaoyi smiled helplessly: "You are truly a man of vast and profound knowledge, Teacher Ye!"

A learned person is always right in whatever they say.

Jiong Xiaoyi's surname was actually supposed to be *Jiong* (written with the sun and fire radicals), but not *Jiong* (the facial expression character).

Unfortunately, his parents gave birth to him rather late; just as he was about to enter elementary school, the most chaotic period of the apocalypse struck. Being illiterate and drifting from place to place before finally settling down in Jiangcheng, his household registration somehow quietly transformed into the character for the facial expression. By the time he learned to read and wanted to change it, it was already too late...

"Incorrect!" Ye Chao shook his head.

"When the character combining 'sun' and 'fire' is used as a surname, it is pronounced *gui*, not *jiong*. If your family truly bears the surname *jiong*, it would likely be the *jiong* meaning 'bright and clear', or perhaps the one formed by 'geng' and 'yi'."

Jiong Xiaoyi: "..."

Alpha Ji: "..."

In short, Ye Chao's analysis and explanations directly targeted each of their weaknesses, offering a slew of practical and actionable advice that left them utterly dumbfounded.

Some of these flaws were so deeply hidden that even their own instructors had never seen through them so thoroughly or explained them with such precision...

In reality... what Tai Chi or Nine-Yang Swordplay could there possibly be? What penetrating insights surpassing their teachers?

It was simply that Song Baojian, Jiong Xiaoyi, and Tang Lin spent too much time logged into the Imaginary Number Space. The backend big data system had completely recorded their combat habits, analyzed their behavioral patterns, and connected a holographic-helmet-like visor to all the computing power of the Imaginary Number Space to provide real-time assistance.

The moment the opponent lifted a foot, their moves were roughly anticipated; the moment they swung a hand, their trajectory was predicted. Before the battle even began, the conclusion had already been foreseen...

It was entirely the sheer might of big data, something anyone who had ever shopped online would understand.

Otherwise, given Ye Chao's reaction speed—where it took him a full half-second just to lift his arm after falling over... how could he possibly manage to handle combat of this caliber?

Regardless, the group was thoroughly convinced by his coaching, and every single "Teacher Ye" rolled off their tongues with absolute sincerity.

Even the entire audience in Jiangcheng was left stunned!

Who said Teacher Ye only excelled in minor subjects and failed at core ones? Who said he would reveal his true colors the moment he stepped into general combat? Who said he couldn't withstand even a single hammer blow from Xu Tiange?

Well, his true colors *were* indeed revealed!

His true identity was... a teacher, apparently!

Well-versed in liberal arts, capable of teaching all the teachers except for composition; equally proficient in martial arts, effortlessly guiding three-star students without breaking a sweat. Those sets of tactical responses could simply be described as—textbook standards!

Relatively speaking, experts of four, five, or even six stars—who possessed far more information—were not as easily fooled as ordinary people. Yet, each of them caught glimpses of unexpected things within the spectacle.

His level was indeed three-star, no doubt about it; as for his abilities... it was hard to say what they truly were.

In the past, Ye Chao was an anomaly whose minor subjects were stellar while his core subjects hit rock bottom, making him a subject of heavy discrimination. Look at him now: strength, agility, endurance, intelligence, spirit—dominating across all subjects!

It was as if an ordinary, unpolished, and unsightly rough stone, after being patiently ground and carved by a craftsman, had finally burst forth with dazzling brilliance! It was like the girl next door who, after makeup and digital retouching, suddenly descended like a celestial fairy, too breathtaking to look at directly!

Where exactly did the issue lie?

Was it that the big shots of the Imaginary Number Space possessed such piercing vision that they could instantly pluck the prized Jade of He Shi from the vast sea of humanity?

Or was Jiangcheng's education simply so abysmal that it routinely whittled top-tier nanmu wood into mere tables, chairs, and dilapidated shacks, ultimately leaving people to scrape by on a few million scraps?

The higher-ups fell into deep thought, the spectators below were shaken to their core, and the livestream anchors caught in the middle had nothing to fucking say and no way to flex. After all, Ye Chao had stolen every single line, leaving them with no choice but to quietly stream the broadcast in silence.

Having finished guiding the others, Ye Chao turned his attention to the twin sisters wielding frying pans: "Liu Xiaoyi and Liu Xiaoya, do you plan to come at me one by one, or together?"

"Eh? Can we come together?" Although their personalities differed—one active, one quiet—and their ponytails were styled on opposite sides, left and right, the two exchanged a mirror-like glance, speaking in unison as if they were a single person.

Truly telepathic and perfectly synchronized.

"I hope you will come together, and bring out your... true skills!" Ye Chao deliberately emphasized the final three words.

"True skills? We've always been using our true skills?" the twins said innocently.

"You know what I'm talking about."

Under Ye Chao's gaze, the innocent facade slowly faded from the sisters' faces: "Teacher Ye, are you serious?"

"Of course." Ye Chao nodded calmly, secretly clenching his fists. The time to test his technical prowess had arrived!

If a one-on-one duel was comparable to solving a linear equation, then fighting these two simultaneously elevated the difficulty to a second-order determinant...

That was right, jumping straight from elementary school mathematics to the level of higher mathematics.

Fortunately, the two were twins; if they were triplets, the difficulty might have escalated to the three-body problem—a problem that remained unsolved to this day, or at least unsolvable for Ye Chao in the short term!

"As expected of Teacher Ye! Are we really going to get serious then?" The twins brandished their frying pans, excitement dancing on their faces.

"Mn, begin!"

The entire arena was left in a daze. What did "really" mean? What did "serious" mean? Were you two actually serious about speaking human language?

Amidst the bewilderment, the battle commenced.