All My Disciples Suck!

Fist Tyrant, Crazy Pugilist, and Tyrant slowly opened their eyes.

"Yo, you three are awake?"

At this moment, a few people were surrounding the three of them.

“Sky Dragon? Emperor Ye Tian? Xiao Li? Beat Beta? What the hell is this?" Fist Tyrant, Crazy Pugilist, and Tyrant felt dizzy.

Right! Only then did the three of them remember that they had come to challenge Wang Lufei.

“Are you awake?" He Yiming walked over leisurely.

"Brother Ming… We… we finally understood…" Fist Tyrant, Crazy Pugilist, and Tyrant slowly lowered their heads.

So Wang Lufei was actually this strong?

Fist Tyrant knew how fast his Fast Fist was.

In the end, Wang Lufei didn't even look at him as he received all three punches.

Was there such a big difference between the two sides?

"Brother Ming, I, I don't understand! If you are so strong, then forget it… Why is Wang Lufei so strong?" Crazy Pugilist still couldn’t understand until now.

“That's right!" Fist Tyrant and Tyrant wanted to vomit blood.

Thinking about how he was in Earth, he was a top expert in his respective Pugilist circle. He was an existence that was invincible among the younger generation.

But in this game, he had clearly gained more power, in the end, he was beaten by a middle-aged young man.

Too embarrassing.

"This is the cultivation world!

"If you don't reverse the mindset of the past, the gap between you and Wang Lufei will only grow bigger!" He Yiming smiled.

"Hmph! When our cultivation reaches the top, we won't lose to him!" Crazy Pugilist was still not convinced.

"You're not convinced?" He Yiming smiled.

So he waved.

"Sky Dragon, come here!" He Yiming called a player over.

This player seemed to be fourteen or fifteen years old, but his face was filled with… Pah, the feeling of determination.

“This Crazy Pugilist isn't satisfied. You killed him and let him know how powerful you are!" He Yiming was quite straightforward.

This sentence was translated.

This little b*stard refused to accept it. If you make a move, teach him how to behave!

"Hehe…" Crazy Pugilist got angry and slowly stood up.

After all, Wang Lufei was a big shot!

If I can't beat him, alright, I'll give in!

However, the Sky Dragon in front of him was a mere second batch player. Just like him, he had only logged into the game less than two days ago, yet he wanted to defeat him?

He Yiming used his authority and allowed the two of them to PK. He stood to the side and did not speak.

“I'm here!!!” Crazy Pugilist did not waste his breath. He prepared his stance and activated his Colored Arm. He also activated his Eight Gates Dunja. With a heavy stomp, he pounced towards Sky Dragon.

“Everything can be armed!" Sky Dragon said arrogantly. He closed one of his eyes and used only one of his eyes to stare at Crazy Pugilist.

In the next moment, Sky Dragon skillfully activated his Eight Gates Dunja. Then, his Colored Arm slowly filled the air, but it only wrapped around the Soul Cutter Sword and his right arm.

Crazy Pugilist laughed out loud and rushed towards Sky Dragon.

In the end, Sky Dragon swung his Soul Cutter Sword at lightning speed.

"You lose… Huh?" Crazy Pugilist's body was cut in half, and his mouth was still talking arrogantly.

And then…

There was no more.

Standing in the Resurrection Hall, Crazy Pugilist had a question mark on his face.

WTF?

“Are you convinced?" Crazy Pugilist hastily ran back. He Yiming laughed.

“I'm not convinced!!!” Crazy Pugilist was furious! He was really angry!

"Xiao Li, go!" He Yiming did not mind and casually called out a player from the nearest Dimensional God Domain.

"I don't believe that I will still lose…" The moment he shouted, he was hit by a flying knife and lay flat.

“I'm not convinced!!!” Crazy Pugilist charged back recklessly.

"Emperor Ye Tian, go!"

"Leave it to me, Brother Ming!"

When Crazy Pugilist punched at Emperor Ye Tian, the latter turned upside down and kicked a golden hook downwards. The classic Mountain Smelting Leg Technique directly kicked the face of Crazy Pugilist to the ground.

“???” Crazy Pugilist was dumbfounded.

To the side, Fist Tyrant and Tyrant were dumbfounded.

???

What happened?

Why were all three of them treated as elite players in the Star Palace.

In the end, when he ran to the Dimensional God Domain, any player who passed by them would beat them up like a grandson?

And all their moves were insta-killers?

Why were they showing off?

“Don't you understand?” He Yiming smiled and waved his hand, signaling the three of them to sit down.

“Brother Ming, please give me some pointers!" Crazy Pugilist half-kneeling on the ground was finally convinced,

"As for the three of you, your martial arts foundation is pretty good!

“Unfortunately, this is a world of cultivation! If you think that you can fight against a cultivator with your skills, you are courting death!

"Here, there are plenty of mortals who have practiced kung fu for 50 years! All of them were Martial Arts Masters! You think you can be stronger than them?

“But such a master is still a mortal! A Foundation Establishment expert could kill hundreds of people with a casual slap!" He Yiming said lightly.

“???" Crazy Pugilist, Fist Tyrant, and Tyrant were all stunned.

Thinking about it, this was the truth!

It would be useless for a mortal to continue training. Facing true cultivators, they were no different than ants.

“Could it be that the martial arts we've trained for so many years are useless?" Crazy Pugilist, Fist Tyrant, and Tyrant were all feeling a little frustrated.

"Of course not!" He Yiming shook his head.

“Ah?" Crazy Pugilist, Fist Tyrant, and Tyrant were dumbfounded.

Sigh…

He Yiming knew that if he did not give them some pointers, these three players would have to spend a long time to understand.

As the Sect Master, he naturally had to answer their questions!

After all, only by becoming stronger could players work for him.

"Let's not talk about Wang Lufei for now… Did you guys notice Sky Dragonjust now?

"What did you notice?

"That Sky Dragon, his weapon color is only focused on the Soul Cutting Sword and his right arm. Besides, his experience in Colored Arm isn't well cultivated, so he simply closed his eyes and focused on it to increase the power of his Colored Arm!”

"What does Brother Ming mean?"

“Even though you've used your Colored Arm and Eight Gates Dunja, all of you instinctively used your own moves!

“As a result, your grasp of Colored Arm is even worse!

"For you, you are good at Eight Pole Fist! You actually wrapped around half of your body with Colored Arm, which had the effect of half attacking and half defending. You wasted half of your Colored Arm on defense. On the other hand, Sky Dragon focused on his sword. He only increased his strength! Plus, he already has a weapon. Isn't it normal for him to win?"

“As for that Xiao Li, he's specialized in seeing and hearing, and he's focused on throwing knives! It's easy for him to kill you!"

"As for Emperor Ye Tian…"

Before He Yiming could finish his sentence, Crazy Pugilist already comprehended.

To put it bluntly, even the two game skills – Colored Arm and Eight Gate Dunja– had not been fully mastered, much less adapted to the rules of the game.

He started to act arrogantly with the fist and foot techniques he knew in real life.

Naturally, he would be sent flying by the other players.

Thinking about it, if he died, he could revive at any time.

When they fought, he used most of his strength to defend himself. What the hell?

Was he stupid?!

"Brother Ming, I understand!" Crazy Pugilist, Fist Tyrant, and Tyrant were finally convinced.

Drip!

It was at this moment that a pattering rain suddenly began to fall from the sky.

"It's raining?” He Yiming looked up at the sky and frowned.