Chapter 57: Han Yu’s First Fight
"Begin!" the disciple ordered, and the two recruits inside the ring snapped to attention.
Han Yu observed them closely. Two boys, around fourteen and thirteen, stood across from each other. Their eyes were locked in a tense stare, their faces serious—except for the fact that their knees were knocking together like a pair of castanets in a street performance.
'They're not my competition,' Han Yu dismissed them immediately.
He had already identified the real threats among the recruits, and these two were about as threatening as a pair of wet noodles. While their clothes were noticeably better than his, their physiques betrayed their inexperience. Their stances were off, their breathing erratic, and the sheer terror in their eyes made it clear—they had never been in a real fight before.
'Who knew the ghostly man's beatings would actually come in handy?' Han Yu chuckled to himself, a thought that only deepened his opponent's growing unease.
The ghostly man had corrected him mercilessly whenever he stepped out of line, drilling techniques into him with all the tenderness of a boulder rolling downhill. Although he had only been teaching the Bolt God Fist, he had snuck in countless lessons on combat fundamentals. Han Yu had no formal training, but compared to these two? He might as well have been a grandmaster.
He didn't even need to wait for the fight to start—he already knew the outcome.
"HAH!" The thirteen-year-old boy made the first move, throwing a punch so slow and telegraphed that Han Yu had time to blink, yawn, and mentally compose a grocery list before the fist even got close.
"Weak," Han Yu muttered.
The fourteen-year-old barely managed to dodge and threw a return punch of his own.
CRACK!