Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Dylan disagreed, saying, "I think the greatest benefit of mastering martial arts to perfection is being able to do whatever you want, however you want. Otherwise, why would so many martial artists today pursue the ultimate in martial arts?"

He added, "Isn't it all for the sake of having multiple wives and mistresses, being famous everywhere, eating whatever they want, playing however they want, and killing whoever they want?"

Andrew raised an eyebrow and asked, "If you became as strong as a martial king, what would you want to do most?"

Dylan put his hands on his hips and said arrogantly, "The first thing, of course, would be to fight through Holtrien's southern martial arts world and challenge those powerhouses on the Underworld Index. I haven't thought of anything else yet.

"But I can say for sure that once I'm strong enough, several women will definitely fall into my hands. The first one would be that overhyped Ms. Luna Phelan! Damn, I heard that chick's ego has gone through the roof.

"Not only did she become a general in the military, but her martial arts are even stronger than Mr. Joe Driscoll's. Conquering a strong woman like that would be so satisfying!"

After saying this, he grinned widely with drool almost dripping down, chuckling to himself like an idiot.

Andrew gave him a summary. "Your ideas are naive, and reality is cruel. Even if you were stronger than a martial king, if you still had those kinds of thoughts, believe me, Dylan, you'll be the first to die."

Dylan shrank back, inexplicably feeling a chill down his spine. He chuckled awkwardly. "Mr. Lloyd, I was just talking casually. Please don't take it seriously!" Andrew scolded him, "Listen up! Even if one day you become a martial powerhouse, someone everyone respects, you can never be arrogant or think you're untouchable. Because in this world, there's always someone stronger. "And there's a certain kind of person out there, the kind who specializes in crushing so-called geniuses, humbling once-in-a-century prodigies. They're known as the nightmare of show-offs, the bane of the arrogant, and the embodiment of justice."

Aspen's eyes sparkled. "Who are they?"

Andrew jabbed his thumb at his nose. "He's just right in front of you."

The four looked at each other, speechless.

Andrew cleared his throat. "Alright, back on topic at hand. Today, I'm going to start teaching you real martial arts-no fluff, no poses, just deadly techniques.

Natasha, you're up first. Let's spar."

Through sparring, Andrew could figure out each of their natural styles and tailor their training.

Soon, cries of pain and desperate pleas echoed across the lawn outside Serenity Villa. Not far away someone had strolled onto the.

opposite grass field and pausine

beside the man-made lake, watching Andrew train his students.

At first, the young man looked unimpressed, almost mocking. However, as time passed, he began to show serious interest. Eventually, he was listening intently and focusing on how Andrew taught

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martial arts techniques.

While Andrew was giving instructions, he glanced across the artificial lake. He immediately ordered, "Let's go. We're changing location. There's someone over there trying to steal our techniques, and I'm not letting him watch!"

Aspen's face twitched, and she could not help but say, "Is this necessary? That's the Driscoll family's peerless prodigy. Would he really be interested in the martial arts you're teaching?"noveldrama

Andrew snorted. "If he wasn't interested, why would he be eavesdropping for so long? Everyone, listen to my command! Line up! Left turn! March! One-two-one, one-two-one..."

With that, he led his four students away in a jog, disappearing along the lakeside trail.