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Chapter 432: The Requirements Are Too High

Until she had already walked into the college gate, Anqi Beili still couldn't hold back her smile.

"Haha, Chu Nan, why don't you just agree? Isn't it great to be able to accept an apprentice?"

Chu Nan had a dark face and glared at her fiercely.

"I'm not yet 20 years old, what's the matter with a disciple in my 30s? And I haven't even broken through the Zhouyu Tianguan now, what's the right to go and take an apprentice? Besides, I'm busy improving my own strength, so how can I have so much time to teach my apprentice?"

"Anyway, I think it's easy for you to improve your martial arts for Uncle Doraman. Even if you accept him as your apprentice, it should be easy to teach him well, right?"

"It's not that easy." Chu Nan shook his head. "It's not a big problem if he just helps him improve his external martial arts skills, but it's not that easy in terms of internal breath skills. It's okay to just focus on the Saxon mental method he practices, but if it's combined with the specific situation of Uncle Doraman himself, it's very troublesome. Because if I want him to get the best practice effect, I have to monitor his practice situation every once in a while and then make corresponding modifications."

"So you think so carefully?" Angeli Beili looked at Chu Nan in surprise. "What I want to say doesn't need to be so troublesome. You just need to modify it based on the situation of the Saxon mind method itself, to make it more reasonable, or just easier to understand and practice, and Uncle Doraman will be very satisfied."

Chu Nan pondered for a moment and had to admit that An Qi Beili's words made sense.

Indeed, for ordinary low-level warriors like Doraman, it would be nice to have a martial arts skill for them to learn and practice, and it would be a luxury to have this martial arts customized according to their personal circumstances.

In fact, all the martial arts circulating can be regarded as a general version suitable for most people to practice, ensuring that most warriors who come into contact with it can practice successfully.

As for whether you can practice well enough according to your own situation, it depends on the warrior's personal talent.

But no matter how talented you are, like Chu Nan, you can achieve perfection in every martial arts with your powerful data ability, and you will never allow any omissions, which is unique.

"Maybe...I'm asking too much?"

It is true that he has strong data abilities, but other warriors cannot have them, so he cannot add his requirements to other warriors.

A low-level warrior like Doraman who is in his thirties and can only barely be considered a primary-level dominant body-level warrior. Obviously, he does not have enough talent to meet Chu Nan's requirements for them.

In this case, there is no need for Chu Nan to study the martial arts mastered by Doraman so thoroughly, because even if he has done it, Doraman may not be able to do it.

After carefully calculating the data of these martial arts in my mind, Chu Nan nodded to Anqi Beili and said, "I understand. I think I know how to do it now. Give me two days to find a complete set of martial arts for Uncle Doraman."

"Is that so good?" Anqi Beili didn't doubt Chu Nan at all. He smiled and said, "Then you have to hurry up, because we will have to participate in the experiment in two days."

"No problem." Chu Nan was full of confidence.

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"Bang--"

Doraman slapped out with a palm, and the man opposite him could not avoid it, hitting his chest.

The man's sturdy body flew backwards for several meters, landed on the ground and rolled around for several times before he could barely stop.

"Cough-Cough-Cough-Cough-"

After a while, the man coughed hard and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

"Do...Doraman, why did you...be so powerful all of a sudden?"

The man stared at Doraman with an incredible look on his face.

Doraman laughed proudly: "How is it? Boy Pirov, now you know how powerful I am? Haha..."

"Bah! I made a mistake just now, come again!" The young man called Pirov was about 20 years old and less than 30 years old. Seeing Doraman's arrogant look, he was very dissatisfied. He spat hard, kicked his feet, and rushed over again.

However, in less than ten rounds, Doraman flashed his steps and cleverly came to Pirov's side, slapped it with a palm, hit Pirov's waist, and slapped him out again.

This time Pirov suffered a more severe blow than before. As soon as he fell to the ground, he vomited blood. Then he lay on the ground for a while before barely getting up, but he couldn't stand up at all.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Doraman became even more proud and pointed at Pirov and laughed.

"How is it? Are you convinced?"

This Pirov can be regarded as his friend. He has always been much higher than Doraman. However, now he is easily defeated when facing Doraman. No wonder Doraman is so proud.

Pirov gasped hard, looked at Doraman with an incredible look on his face, and then asked reluctantly: "Doraman, you...you...you just said that it was the boy from Nebula Academy who pointed at you...you...you have become so powerful?"

"That's right!" Doraman nodded vigorously, with an expression of admiration on his face. "Do you know? He just saw me practicing the mountain palm technique and lightning footwork, and pointed out all the things I did wrong, and then directly got me a new mountain palm technique and lightning footwork. Look, I just practiced less than two hours after they left, and now I can easily defeat you."

After saying that, Doraman couldn't help but laughed loudly again.

"I don't believe it." Pirov shook his head. "That guy looks less than 20 years old, and I don't believe he is so powerful. He must have just practiced the mountain-storming palm technique and lightning footwork before, otherwise he would never be able to guide you to become so strong with just one look."

“Um…”

After hearing what Pirov said, Doraman put away his laughter and a hint of suspicion appeared on his face.

Indeed, Chu Nan is too young.

Although he is a student of Nebula College, he should have a strong martial arts talent, but after all, his time to practice martial arts is limited, so he should not be able to understand the two unfamiliar martial arts so quickly and thoroughly.

Moreover, when Anqi Beili took Doraman to meet Chu Nan before, she also mentioned that Chu Nan had studied these two martial arts before.

Thinking of this, Doraman became a little worried about gains and losses.

"That Chu Nan also said that he would help me see my Saxon mental technique, and that my inner breath technique could better cooperate with these two external martial arts skills, and his strength would be greatly improved. If he didn't have that ability..."

Seeing Doraman frowning, Pirov curled his lips disdainfully.

"I said Doraman, don't dream. He is a genius from Nebula Academy, why do you have to work so hard to help you? It would be great to be able to teach you better mountain-squatting palm techniques and lightning footwork. Do you expect him to teach you such good inner breath skills to you? What a joke!"

When Doraman sighed deeply when he heard Pirov's words.

Yes, whether it is Chu Nan or An Qi Beili, even if she looks friendly when she gets along, and even has a good relationship with Sally, she is a genius from Nebula Academy after all, and they are completely from two worlds, like them.

It is enough to be surprising to Chu Nan who can help him this time, so you can't count on too much.

However, Doraman still had a hint of expectation in his heart.

"How great would it be if he could really give me a better inner breathing technique..." Doraman looked at the direction of Nebula Academy and murmured to himself. "Of course you don't have to think about breaking through the Zhouyu Tianguan. If I can become an inner breathing level warrior in this life, then I will be satisfied..."
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