Invincible from Seeing the BOSS's Health Bar

Seems... quite easy to talk to.

But with your blood volume, I’d better be careful with my force, lest I accidentally slap someone to death...

”Alright, let’s start.”

Fang Yu didn’t adopt any combat stance, appearing full of openings, but in Nanyuan Shiran’s eyes, there was no apparent weakness throughout Fang Yu’s entire body.

Taking a deep breath, Nanyuan Shiran recalled yesterday’s insights, and then...

The surrounding air started to heat up.

The temperature, escalating, continuously rising!

The sensation from yesterday returned!

”Instructor Diao, please accept my move!!”

With a sizzling sound, his palm ignited, and Nanyuan Shiran suddenly slapped towards Fang Yu with his burning hand!

”Oh?”

Fang Yu let out a light, puzzled exclamation, then reached out to meet Nanyuan Shiran’s palm directly.

Clap!!

The two palms collided, and the scorching heat was instantly dispersed by Fang Yu’s palm wind!

The flames burning on Nanyuan Shiran’s hand were blown out in an instant, and the residual warmth on his hand began to turn cold.

”How can this be?!”

Nanyuan Shiran hadn’t expected this move to cause significant harm to Fang Yu, but he didn’t expect his newly comprehended Flame Palm to be so easily extinguished by Fang Yu.

He could understand losing in palm strength, but the flame of the Flame Palm, symbolizing the high temperature of that move, was supposed to stay, keeping him combat-ready, yet it vanished immediately upon contact.

Moreover, Nanyuan Shiran could clearly feel that Fang Yu hadn’t used much strength; otherwise, he would have been dead by now.

”Instructor Diao...”

In front of a strong opponent, Nanyuan Shiran was rather honest, withdrawing his palm and bowing respectfully, ready for guidance.

Fang Yu looked at Nanyuan Shiran with great interest at this moment.

”Your move... it’s very similar to Captain Song’s Fiery Flame Palm.”

”To be honest with Mr. Diao, this palm was precisely what I comprehended after sparring with Captain Song yesterday.”

”Oh?”

Fang Yu expressed another surprised sound, learning this much just from dueling, that was no small feat.

But...

”This is not the Fiery Sun Palm.”

”Naturally not.” Nanyuan Shiran admitted generously.

”No, you didn’t understand what I meant. I mean, you’ve learned the palm technique wrong. It resembles the shape of the Fiery Flame Palm, but lacks its essence.”

Fang Yu closed his eyes, recalling the brief encounter with Song Zhenrong in Thunder City.

The various details of the Fiery Flame Palm demonstrated by Song Zhenrong appeared in Fang Yu’s mind, and when he opened his eyes, he said.

”You’re missing something.”

”What?”

”Temperature.”

Nanyuan Shiran was puzzled: ”Please, Instructor Diao, speak frankly.”

”Captain Song’s Fiery Flame Palm harms through high temperature, but your palm technique doesn’t. Your palm technique harms with the technique itself, while the flame and high temperature are secondary. Even if you emulate the appearance of the Fiery Flame Palm and increase the temperature, it’s just a facade. If you wish to change something, you must work on the foundation.”

Nanyuan Shiran frowned.

His comprehension, although not as high as Nanyuan En’s, was still considered genius-level, otherwise, he wouldn’t be valued by his grandfather Nanyuan Rong.

”Instructor Diao means... I need to modify my Qi Technique?”

There are many ways to enhance the power of palm techniques, but to increase the intensity of the flame, it requires modifying the Qi Technique, but this...

Fang Yu smiled: ”Changing your Qi Technique now, wouldn’t that waste your training? Start with external aspects. If you wish to change your approach to utilizing high temperature to harm, you need to gradually transition your martial arts style from now. This isn’t something that can be accomplished overnight, it’s a task that takes years but if achieved, your Flame Palm might even surpass Captain Song’s Fiery Flame Palm in power.”

Fang Yu was lying.

He had no idea if this self-learned Flame Palm could become stronger than Song Zhenrong’s Fiery Flame Palm.

But casual praise wouldn’t harm.

The decision on what to do ultimately rests with Nanyuan Shiran.

Watching Nanyuan Shiran fall into a contemplative state, Fang Yu went over and patted his shoulder, letting him contemplate there properly.

As for Fang Yu, he definitely made an exit.

Initially, he thought it was just a casual visit to the Martial Arts Training Ground, to show his presence and go through the motions, never expecting to truly have to guide someone.

Luckily, the guidance seemed to be done quite appropriately.

Could it be... that I actually have a bit of instructor talent??

As Fang Yu left, only Nanyuan En and Nanyuan Shiran were left in the field, each pondering deeply.

Soon, Nanyuan Xian and Nanyuan Rong arrived, chatting and laughing.

Upon seeing their offspring in deep contemplation, occasionally rehearsing moves as if in a state of enlightenment, they hurriedly stopped speaking, fearing they would disturb the juniors.

However, they looked around but didn’t see Fang Yu’s presence.

”Strange, where’s Instructor Diao?” Nanyuan Xian whispered with doubt.

”Haven’t you realized? Instructor Diao has finished teaching. Judging by their condition, they must have gained a lot.” Nanyuan Rong whispered with a satisfied smile.

”Looks like we came late. I thought with En’er’s personality, Instructor Diao would have to be bothered to teach for an entire day, but I didn’t expect En’er to be won over so quickly.”

Nanyuan Xian chuckled, stroking his bearded chin.

Despite saying this kind of thing, he was full of satisfaction.

”With an Instructor Diao and a Divine Doctor Ding, our Nanyuan Family is truly blessed and it’s time for our rise!” Nanyuan Rong exclaimed.

Both were top-tier talents, now entirely under the Nanyuan Family’s name.

In the phase where even experts at the ancestor level are recovering, having an expert like Instructor Diao equates to possessing the confidence to dominate Da Liang City!

”God bless the ancestors, God bless the ancestors, hahaha!”

Nanyuan Xian couldn’t help but laugh heartily, thankfully their intense focus kept the two from being disturbed.

”By the way, I heard that Divine Doctor Ding has developed the antidote for Water Poison? We must be prepared to keep this antidote firmly in hand!” Nanyuan Rong shifted the topic, speaking quietly.

”Don’t worry, I’m well-prepared.” Nanyuan Xian replied with a confident smile.

...

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles... Antidotes were being manufactured methodically, assembly-line style, by the two small old men, Nanyuan Kong and Nanyuan Xing.

But they only knew the methods of production, still clueless about the pharmacological properties of the antidotes.

The two of them were like extended hands of Ding Hui, doing whatever Ding Hui instructed, like workers in a workshop, systematically combining various medicinal materials according to proportions to refine antidotes.

As for why the ingredients needed to be mixed in such proportions, and what effects the mixture had, or why certain materials needed to be included, they were completely unaware.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to know; their desire for knowledge was strong, but their inquiries and desire to learn went unanswered, leaving them to rely on limited comprehension to figure it out.

Unfortunately... their comprehension wasn’t great.

In terms of martial power reserves and strength, the Nanyuan Family could indeed be regarded as outstanding among several families.

However, in terms of doctor talent reserves, the Nanyuan Family could only be considered quite average, lacking notable doctors.

”Husband!”

The two small old men were engrossed in work, while Ding Hui, who had been sitting and drinking tea as a supervisor, burst from his seat with sudden lightness and joy.

Tapping his steps briskly, he quickly ran to greet a certain youth at the door.

”...”

Watching Ding Hui, who had always been superior to them, now circling around Fang Yu, the two small old men felt a grievance in their hearts but dared not show it.

”How’s the antidote production?”

Fang Yu asked.

Glancing around the room, seeing only these two old men working, with Ding Hui acting completely hands-off.

Indeed, mass-producing antidotes, a mechanical, pure labor task, didn’t require Ding Hui’s personal involvement.

”There are quite a few now, all here, I’ll bring them over for Hus... for you!”