Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 284 - 284 64 Challenge the Authority

284: 64 Chapter Challenge the Authority 284: 64 Chapter Challenge the Authority In the stereotypical view of the public, an exceptional intellectual, senior technician, or scientist often makes a good teacher, capable of mentoring exceptional disciples.

However, it must be said that this impression is quite far-fetched.

Because “education” in itself is an academic discipline.

Understanding the psychology of beginners, knowing how a knowledge model can be constructed from scratch… these skills also require specialized learning and research.

Many geniuses fail to be good teachers.

There are numerous historical records of this.

When those genius scientists teach, they often skip over many knowledge points—assuming “ah, this part here is very clear,” “since it’s very simple, I won’t explain it,” or “I think those who understand, understand.” You can’t say they didn’t try their best to teach, because that’s exactly how they learned themselves.

They just hope that their students can replicate what they have achieved.

Why does modernized education overwhelm traditional apprenticeship-style teaching?

Because modern teachers have undergone specific training, are able to understand student’s psychological issues, and know how to build knowledge systems from scratch.

These are their professional skills.

These full-time teachers are then responsible for nurturing the children of those who don’t possess teaching qualities—this is the division of labor among humans.

Therefore, it’s perfectly normal for “Martial Arts Schools to be more suitable than the average Hero for guiding novices in Martial Studies.”

Even if a martial master at a Martial Arts School isn’t great at teaching, he is bound to continuously practice and explain the basics of Martial Studies to batches of students.

Given the lifespan of a Benchmark Man, this process can last one to two hundred years.

Throughout these years, the school will keep taking in novices who know nothing, so the process repeats itself continuously.

Martial Arts Schools also compete against each other in friendly matches.

These competitions send out new disciples whose entry time is fixed, in order to demonstrate the teaching effectiveness of the schools.

Limited by size and numbers, Jianghu Sects can’t hold such events frequently.

During these competitions, martial masters from Martial Arts Schools can also clearly observe their teaching effectiveness and improve upon it.

By the time they become “Instructors,” “Teachers,” or “Head Instructors,” they will naturally know how to mentor their disciples.

Even though the star students from Martial Arts Schools often become henchmen, and the ultimate pursuit of Martial Artists from these schools—competing in the Paralympics—is closely linked with the government, it doesn’t mean that all existing Martial Arts Schools are hostile to Heroes.

Nor does it mean that when Heroes come seeking education, people from the Martial Arts Schools would report them to Protectors.

This is simple logic.

If you report a Hero to Protectors, the Hero will surely leave behind information.

The network signals in this city are quite good.

If a Hero is harmed because of a report from someone at a Martial Arts School, other Heroes are likely to come seeking retribution.

The essence of Cyber Martial Arts is Assassination Techniques.

Even if Protectors provide limited protection to the informant, even if people from Martial Arts Schools are martial arts masters themselves with a certain degree of resistance… there is a saying that one can be a thief for a thousand days, but you can’t prevent theft for a thousand days.

Therefore, when someone who looks a bit like a person from Jianghu comes to learn, those from Martial Arts Schools just see them as “ordinary students.”

Yuan Wenren had blended into several Martial Arts Schools, learning cold weapons, Hand-to-hand Combat, Sniping, and Spear Fight Technique.

Yuki once again felt challenged by her worldview, “Why didn’t Master tell me this…”

—Could it be he forgot?

But it was purely that Yuki hadn’t figured it out herself.

When Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan taught Cyber Martial Arts to the world, wishing for people to take up arms and resist tyranny, the entire Martial Arts School ecosystem hadn’t emerged yet.

The most popular dojo for Martial Ancestor Fist, that was a thing that happened after the Third Martial God.

Xiang Shan truly didn’t know that Heroes would go to Martial Arts Schools to learn Martial Arts.

It was purely an oversight, and it didn’t mean he looked down on those from Martial Arts Schools.

After seeing the skills and determination of Hiroshi Matsushima, he had no such thoughts.

Yuan Wenren, with Yuki in tow, walked in.

The entrance of this Martial Arts School had a screen-like display that was looping footage of the star students’ combats.

At the doorway, there was a Martial Artist with a half-transformed Prosthetic Body holding an old-fashioned rifle.

His forehead was metallic, but the face was still flesh.

Yuki noticed his expression was quite tense, fixated on Yuan Wenren and herself.

—Does he see that I am a person of Jianghu?

Yuki’s spine tightened, and she awkwardly tugged at Yuan Wenren’s arm.

Yuan Wenren had now taken off his usual low-center-of-gravity sniping Cybernetically Enhanced Prosthetic and put on a taller Lightweight Prosthetic.

His only weapons were two gunpowder-driven old-fashioned pistols, which were also temporarily printed and deliberately worn.

These pistols might even be inferior to the weapons in the hands of Lackeys from the Green Forest.

—If we get surrounded… we won’t be able to fight our way out, right?

Yuki even began to imagine herself shouting to Yuan Wenren, “Don’t worry about me, just run by yourself.”

But Yuan Wenren didn’t feel anything amiss.

In Martial Arts schools, most are not fully cybernetically enhanced.

Cybernetically Enhanced People with full transformation rates, even if their Martial Studies are just introductory, could become a squad leader in the Green Forest.

Within the ecosystem of Martial Arts schools, apart from the core students who can fight in regional competitions, most people can’t afford to maximize their transformation rates.

After the modification rate was maxed out, students often had to sign certain agreements with the martial arts school, preventing them from leaving the school until they achieved specific results.

If the staff at the school saw a stranger with a full modification rate entering, there were generally two obvious possibilities on the surface.

Either it was a “graduate” competitive martial artist starting from scratch to learn a new form of martial studies.

Such martial artists either ended up crippled or dead on the ring, or they became successful and opened their own martial arts school.

Established schools were quite welcoming to students who could bring in profits.

Otherwise, they were there to challenge the school.

Of course, there was an “unspoken understanding” that it could be an undercover old warrior from the Jianghu coming to learn new martial arts skills.

But for the gatekeeper, these “legendary thugs” from Jianghu weren’t much easier to deal with than those who came to issue a challenge.

Heroine Yuan, with Yuki in tow, bypassed the advertisement screen and entered the interior of the martial arts school.

Since this was a Firearms Path dojo, the first facility inside the entrance was a target practice range.

It used bulletless air-compression guns that simulated recoil with compressed air, paired with infrared signal receivers for the targets.

In this way, even if the instructor wanted to demonstrate complicated spear fight techniques, there was no fear of accidentally injuring students with low prosthetic modification rates.

Strangely, there was no one practicing shooting.

A large group of martial artists was gathered in the center of the target range.

Yuan Wenren instantly judged that several of these martial artists didn’t belong to this dojo.

Their prosthetic bodies were clearly not intended for firearm duels.

——Could it really be that someone had come to issue a challenge?

Yuan Wenren thought this but didn’t slow her pace.

She pulled Yuki with her, walking toward the group and shouted loudly, “Where do I sign up for this dojo?

I have a younger brother here who wants to learn gun-fighting martial arts.”

The group of martial artists stirred slightly.

After a moment, a tall figure emerged from the group.

This martial artist was draped in a loose robe made from some type of synthetic fiber and had a flexible display fixed to their head.

The display, thin as gossamer, covered down from the top of their head to their chest.

On this flexible screen was the face of an elderly Caucasian man with a three-foot-long beard.

——A fashion from thirty years ago.

This guy must have become a high-ranking official in the martial arts school back then, with the ability to customize his prosthetic body.

This age is considered quite young among martial arts school officials.

——This face is a public domain image named “Ian McKellen,” likely a relic of the Old Era, common amongst sword and blade martial arts schools’ instructors.

Perhaps a preference for close combat?

Yuan Wenren quickly processed this information in her mind.

She cupped her hands toward the person and said, “Great Instructor, good day to you.”

The instructor sized up Yuan Wenren, not daring to assume a gender, and returned the gesture with a bow, “I’m the Great Instructor at the Magnetic Lineage Firearms Dojo, Robert RG Yamada.

May I ask how to address you?”

“My surname is Wenren, just call me ‘Ms.

Wenren’ if you please,” replied Yuan Wenren, pushing Yuki forward a bit, “This is my younger brother; you can call him G.

I plan to enroll him in a short-term intensive course here, roughly for about seven days.

Please don’t try to sell me package deals, thank you.”

Yuan Wenren was aware of how this martial arts school ecosystem worked.

The Great Instructor Yamada studied Yuki for a moment.

He was just a typical, low-modification-rate cybernetically enhanced person, with limbs and body slightly out of proportion, probably hastily assembled.

He nodded, “It is possible, but our martial arts school is currently not very convenient.

Perhaps you could come back another day?

Or alternatively, go out, turn two streets over, and visit the Splendid Firearms Dojo.

They offer similar courses.”

——Could it really be that someone had come to challenge the school?

Yuan Wenren immediately caught on.

Normally, martial arts schools wouldn’t push potential income sources away.

Moreover, this “potential income source” was backed by at least a fully modified martial artist.

Yuan Wenren nodded and said, “I understand.

Let’s go, little brother…”

With that, Yuan Wenren pulled Yuki and started walking toward the exit.

But at that moment, Yuan Wenren heard the sound of roaring tires getting louder and closer…

——Something was wrong!

Yuan Wenren immediately reacted.

She quickly lowered her body and, at the same time, extended her hands to grab Yuki’s left leg and left arm, hurling Yuki to the side.

Considering that Yuki wasn’t fully modified, she had to take into account the maximum acceleration caused by the motion.

The sound of the tires showed no intent to slow down.

She had no choice but to throw Yuki away from the direct impact.

With a loud crash, the advertisement display shattered instantly.

Yuan Wenren released Yuki’s hands and brushed off the fragments flying toward her face with her arms.

Amidst the scattering debris, a gray-black figure charged in.

Yuan Wenren was about to shout in anger.

But in that instant, in that single second, a leg with built-in tires swung towards her head.