My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome
Chapter 511 - 510: Careless Teaching Methods

Chapter 511: Chapter 510: Careless Teaching Methods

"Learn swordsmanship?"

Upon hearing Shao Zifeng’s words, Tan Yingwei’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Who sent you here?"

"Li Tianwen."

Tan Yingwei paused with the towel in his hand and sized up Shao Zifeng again carefully before slowly stating, "Follow me."

"You guys go ahead, I have something to do." Tan Yingwei greeted his partner, and soon the sound of combat resumed on the arena.

Following behind Tan Yingwei, they arrived at a small room at the far end of the training grounds.

The moment he opened the door, a mix of sweat and musty smells hit them in the face.

Shao Zifeng peeked inside and saw the small room piled with various old training equipment, and a stack of dusty training uniforms in the corner.

Tan Yingwei, seemingly unconcerned, walked in, bending over and rummaging, "So, what kind of sword do you want to learn?"

"A fast blade, the faster, the better."

Tan Yingwei looked up in surprise, "Don’t want to learn the killer blade?"

After a moment of thought, Shao Zifeng firmly shook his head, "No."

The main fighters were Qiuqiu and the others, so both ’Hidden Edge’ and ’Whale Horn’ were their life-saving cards. A killer blade wouldn’t necessarily be of use to him.

"Alright then." Tan Yingwei nodded readily, then pulled a wide-at-the-top, narrow-at-the-bottom machete from a pile of miscellaneous items, weighed it in his hand, and handed it to Shao Zifeng, "If you’re going to practice fast blade, use this one."

He then pulled out his phone from his pocket, his thick fingers swiping a few times on it without looking up, he asked, "How long do you plan to learn, and when are you usually available for lessons?"

"About two months, I’m free all day."

"Hmm." Tan Yingwei nodded, his fingers quickly tapping a few times, then he looked up at Shao Zifeng with a smile, "The total tuition fee is 38,746, but if you pay it all at once, I’ll round it to an even number for you."

"Hmm. Let’s call it 38,888 yuan then, cash or transfer?"

38,888...

Shao Zifeng’s face darkened, what kind of even number was that?

Wait, something seemed off.

Wasn’t he referred by Li Tianwen to learn swordsmanship? Why was there a fee!

That’s not right!

How could the bond forged by comrades in arms be corroded by money!

With that thought, motivated by the sacred duty to preserve military spirit, Shao Zifeng bravely said, "That, I was referred by Li Tianwen..."

"I know you were referred by Li Tianwen." Tan Yingwei’s smile turned bizarre as he looked at him, "You don’t think we’re close, do you?"

Ah this...

Shao Zifeng was dumbfounded.

There was also such a thing as introducing business to a nemesis?

Tan Yingwei crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame, his biceps bulging, seemingly recalling some unpleasant memories, he spoke with an annoyed tone, "Quit the chatter, are you learning or not?"

Shao Zifeng gritted his teeth, "I’ll learn!"

"Zhi Fu Bao received 38,888 yuan."

After receiving the money, Tan Yingwei’s mood visibly improved.

He said with a cheerful laugh, "Rest assured, now that I’ve taken your money, I will definitely teach you wholeheartedly."

"First show me a few moves with this blade so I can tailor a training plan for you."

"Can I play it any way?" Shao Zifeng’s expression showed some difficulty.

"Yeah, it would be best to use a few moves that you’re good at." Tan Yingwei gave him an encouraging look, "Don’t worry, I promise I won’t laugh at you."

Shao Zifeng took a deep breath and drew a cleaver from the knife bag. In that moment, his eyes became incredibly sharp, like a sword about to be unsheathed.

Feeling this momentum, Tan Yingwei’s face became serious.

With both hands on the handle above his head, Shao Zifeng let out a loud shout and chopped down forcefully, the cleaver flashing a trace of cold light...

In the room, Shao Zifeng maintained his chopping stance, and Tan Yingwei blinked, "That’s it?"

"Yeah." Shao Zifeng seamlessly sheathed his cleaver and stood there, the picture of a handsome man above worldly concerns.

"That’s all?"

Tan Yingwei, not yet resigned, asked again, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat delicate.

He pinched the stubble on his chin, his face full of surprise as he looked at Shao Zifeng: "Wow, your knife skills besides having flaws really have nothing redeemable, quite an eye-opener."

"Tsk tsk, Li Tianwen must have felt he couldn’t teach you himself before recommending you to me, huh..."

Hearing these words, Shao Zifeng’s face started to show some embarrassment, "Just say whether you can teach, if not, refund the money."

"Can, can, can." Tan Yingwei instinctively tightened his grip on his phone, then spoke with some difficulty, "The key is you have absolutely no foundation, you won’t learn much in two months."

"I don’t care, I paid to make myself faster, the faster the better." Shao Zifeng, holding the cleaver, unconsciously shook his wrist, a habit he had developed over the past few days of practicing with the knife.

"Fast, huh." Tan Yingwei frowned, pondered for a moment, then suddenly his gaze was caught by the cleaver moving up and down, "I have an idea, come with me!"

Following Tan Yingwei to the third floor, Shao Zifeng looked at the kitchen filled with the smell of cooking oil, perplexed he asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Don’t talk." Tan Yingwei pointed inside, "Look there."

Shao Zifeng followed his direction and saw a kitchen filled with smoke, where a fat chef weighing at least 200 pounds was chopping vegetables. His white chef’s uniform was stained with yellow grease, looking quite unappetizing.

But Shao Zifeng was soon captivated by the cleaver in the chef’s hands. To his view, the fat chef barely moved, yet the chopping sound from the cutting board proved that he was indeed chopping vegetables.

Thud!

A moment later, the fat chef casually tossed the cleaver, which spun several times in mid-air before the blade firmly stuck into the cutting board. Then, he pushed his hand forward, and the intact-looking radish turned into shredded radish, falling into a bowl in a fluid, uninterrupted motion.

Then he took a towel hanging around his neck, wiped off his sweat, and gave Tan Yingwei a naive smile, "Mr. Tan, what brings you to my place?"

Tan Yingwei waved his hand, didn’t answer, but turned to Shao Zifeng, "Fast, isn’t it?"

"Fast!" Shao Zifeng nodded.

"Then why aren’t you practicing, what are you waiting for?"

Shao Zifeng subconsciously walked to the cutting board, picked up a radish and was about to chop it when he suddenly realized something.

He looked at the radish on the cutting board, then at the cleaver in his hand, his face suddenly darkened, "Am I paying 38,000 just to learn how to chop vegetables?"

"Hey, it doesn’t matter what you learn, what’s important is that you learn something." Tan Yingwei pointed at his own head, "For fast cutting techniques, I’m using my experience to find a way for you, isn’t it worth the money?"

Shao Zifeng looked at him quietly, face dark, as he made his excuses.

Tan Yingwei, feeling somewhat guilty under his gaze, said, "Just practice it, and if you get the basic force technique down, I’ll teach you something extra."

"You said it?"

Actually, Shao Zifeng was also a bit eager to try, even though he felt it was too rushed.

But truly, if he could achieve the same speed as the fat chef in chopping vegetables, wouldn’t the Ice Flower effect turn someone into a honeycomb?

Soon, the sound of chopping filled the kitchen.

(PS: Entering the main plot in the next Chapter.)