20demayo Chapter 88 New Instructor
Chapter 88 New Instructor
In the morgue of the Folklore and Antiquities Survey Department of Xikou County.
The steam lamp hissed, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench.
Lin Xiu stood in front of the dissection table, covering his nose with a handkerchief.
Lying before him was Wang Yue's corpse.
The leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, a Grand Martial Master in the early stages of Dark Force, was a ruthless figure who had terrorized Xikou County for over a decade.
His chest was caved in, his right rib was broken, his left shoulder bone was fractured, and there was a dent on his head.
This is a fatal injury.
Lin Xiu examined the wounds very carefully, from head to toe, not missing a single one.
The forensic doctor standing next to him was an old man with round-framed glasses, surnamed Sun. He had worked in the county government for more than 20 years and had seen more dead people than living people.
He took a magnifying glass and examined the wound on Wang Yue's chest, then pried the wound open to check its depth.
"Forensic Doctor Sun, you called me here because you said you've made a new discovery?"
Upon hearing this, forensic doctor Sun put down his magnifying glass, walked to the cabinet next to him, and pulled out a stack of old files.
He flipped through a few pages and placed the two photographs side by side on the dissection table.
One of them is of Wang Jiu, with a sunken chest and a clear fist mark.
The other one is by Wang Yue, and it also has a fist mark.
"Section Chief Lin, look at these two fist marks. Although they are in different parts of the body, if you look closely, the way they were generated is very similar."
Pointing to the wound in the photo, the forensic doctor, Sun, continued:
"Look at the edge of this fist mark; it indicates that it was struck from the side in an arc. This method of force generation is the same as that used on Wang Jiu."
"The biggest difference is that the former is more powerful. One is almost at the peak of Ming Jin, while the other is at the initial stage of Ming Jin."
Lin Xiu stared at the two photos and remained silent for a long while.
"So, the ones who killed Wang Jiu and the ones who killed Wang Yue might have practiced the same martial art?"
The forensic doctor, Sun, didn't dare to make a definitive statement, but simply nodded: "That's possible."
Lin Xiu didn't ask any more questions.
He picked up the photograph from the dissection table, examined it twice in his hand, and then put it in his coat pocket.
Those who practice the same style of boxing, or are master and disciple, are said to be fellow disciples.
So, in the end, it's still related to the Zheng family.
However, he has just used his family connections to get Sheng Hai, the investigator, transferred back.
There's no way to touch the Zheng family for the time being.
"Seal the body and send it back tomorrow. That's all for now. Remember to keep this a secret and don't let anyone know."
After giving his instructions, he turned and walked out of the morgue.
……
Another new day has begun.
On the playground of the public high school, students from the elite class gathered in twos and threes, their voices rising and falling in a murmur.
This afternoon is martial arts class.
But unlike usual, Instructor Chen Zhengqing did not appear on the playground.
Instead, a young woman dressed in black training clothes appeared.
She stood in the center of the playground, her hair tied in a ponytail, her back straight, and wearing a pair of black riding boots.
The sunlight shone on her face, revealing a heroic air about her, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, making her look less serious.
"Everyone, stand in line."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.
The crowd fell silent for a moment, then someone recognized him.
"Zhao Wanqing? The eldest daughter of the Zhao family?"
"Why is she at our school?"
"I heard she went to Shenghai Martial Arts University..."
The buzzing of voices continued, but Zhao Wanqing wasn't annoyed. She just stood there and waited for the noise to gradually subside.
"From today onwards, I will be in charge of your martial arts classes."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across each face, and somehow, the students, noticing her gaze, all fell silent.
"My surname is Zhao, you can call me Instructor Zhao. Call me whatever you want outside of class, but if anyone dares to call me 'sister' during class, they'll have to do twenty laps around the track."
Someone in the group chuckled, then quickly suppressed it.
Fang Shuwen stood in the third row, looking at Zhao Wanqing's domineering attitude, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
Sure enough it was her.
He has finally taken office.
"Today's lesson will not cover techniques or how to generate power."
Zhao Wanqing walked slowly at the front of the line with her hands behind her back.
"I'll just talk about one thing: what is Shin-wu, and how classes will be conducted from now on."
The line fell silent.
This wasn't the first time they'd heard the term "new martial arts."
Since the start of the semester, Chen Zhengqing has mentioned it, and he has seen it in the newspaper, but no one has clearly explained what Xinwu is.
"Traditional martial arts training focuses on qi and blood, muscles and bones, and strength, relying on years of accumulated practice."
"It takes ten years to hone a sword, and a hundred years to produce a master."
She paused at this point.
"But the new martial arts are different. The new martial arts focus on developing unique characteristics."
"Features? What are features?"
Someone couldn't help but ask a question.
Zhao Wanqing did not answer, but instead extended her right hand, slowly spreading her five fingers.
Fang Shuwen noticed that a faint yellowish-brown halo appeared on the surface of her palms. It was so faint that it was almost invisible in the sunlight.
But that sense of oppression was all too familiar to him.
Earth element gravity fist.
"Special characteristics are the innate supernatural abilities of heterogeneous demons."
Zhao Wanqing turned her palm over, palm down, and slowly pressed down.
Fang Shuwen saw that even though Zhao Wanqing's palm hadn't made contact yet, a shallow handprint suddenly appeared on the ground.
"What I just used was Gravity. It was extracted from the innate divine power of the Earth Bull. When you train it, you can create a gravity field when you punch, which not only increases your power but also interferes with your opponent's movements."
The playground was quiet for a moment, then erupted into chaos.
"Holy crap, this is outrageous!"
"A demonic talent? Can a human cultivate it?"
"Doesn't that mean that practicing martial arts from now on will be completely different from before?"
Zhao Wanqing didn't rush to continue. She waited until the buzzing discussions in the group subsided before raising her hand to quiet it down.
"Quiet. That's all for today regarding the new martial arts. You won't remember anything if I say too much. After we test your affinity, each of you will receive a corresponding martial art and practice it slowly."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the queue.
"Let's see your basic skills today. Pair up in pairs and practice freely. Don't go all out, don't hit vital points, stop when you've made a point."
A commotion broke out in the ranks.
Free sparring? This is the first time.
Previously, Chen Zhengqing's classes always involved practicing physical fitness exercises, at most venting his frustrations on wooden dummy dummies, but he never let them spar with real people.
"What are you all standing there for? Scatter!"
Zhao Wanqing clapped her hands, and the students scattered in a flurry, instantly making the playground lively.
Fang Shuwen stood still, wondering who to team up with, when someone patted him on the shoulder.
"Fang Shuwen, shall we practice?"
Guo Ziming had somehow gotten close to them, his chubby face showing an eager expression. He swung his arms, making his joints crack.
"You?" Fang Shuwen glanced at him.
"What? You look down on me?"
Guo Ziming raised his chin and said with considerable pride, "I can crack my bones twice now, and I can lift a 300-pound stone lock for fun. You may have been hiding your abilities well, but I'm not bad either."
Fang Shuwen thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."