The Instructor flew!
He flew one meter away!
How awkward!
Both of them were very awkward!
But fortunately, the scolding just now made every trainee look at the wooden stake in front of him, and no one noticed Ryan and the Instructor in the corner.
Only the other three Sword Instructors looked at each other.
Is this newcomer so strong, or were their colleagues careless?
Ryan's Instructor gasped, rubbed his chest, and stood up from the ground.
Good kid!
Is this innate Divine Power? Another Noelle.
There was a metallic taste in his mouth, and he felt like he had suffered internal injuries, breaking a rib.
He took out an Alchemy potion from the Knights of Favonius and drank it, healing his body.
"Again!"
Ryan heard the other party's request and was at a loss.
Does he really have to do it again?
If I cripple the Instructor! I'll be judged by the Knights of Favonius, right?
The Instructor took out an Alchemy lens to check if Ryan had cheated or used the power of an artifact.
He didn't see the gray, green, or blue light representing individual spiritual fluctuations.
"Come!" The Instructor took a stance again.
Ryan could only comply with the other party's request and threw another punch.
The surging power impacted an invisible barrier.
This time, the Instructor activated the protection of his three-star artifact.
External forces were not allowed, but the restriction was on the trainees, not on them.
The Instructor was pushed back three steps by Ryan's punch.
But his body was not harmed.
"Alright! Your strength is indeed great!" The previous suspicion was dispelled with this confirmation.
"Next, you will run two thousand meters, five thousand meters, and ten thousand meters, once each, and I will time you."
"Come with me outside the city."
Ryan followed and completed the three runs according to the instructions.
"Good speed and stamina!" The Instructor looked at the timer on the Alchemy hourglass and handed Ryan a bottle of water.
"There are still some tests, rest for ten minutes, then continue!"
Ryan took the water and gulped down a few mouthfuls.
His breathing was as long and even as before he ran, as if he had never exercised, and there were even remarkably few sweat beads on his body, as if something had absorbed them.
This is a good thing; less sweat means less scent, reducing the risk of exposure during hunting.
Further development would lead to the Dao of stealth and the ninja.
He slowly drank the remaining half bottle of water until the rest period ended.
Extremely slight life energy was extracted by the Grace of the Spring Spirit, replenishing his physical strength and spirit.
The Instructor took Ryan to some other fields.
He instructed him to complete long jumps, high jumps, splits, handstands... and some high-difficulty movements like a circus performance.
It took three hours to finish.
The dense data on a stack of papers amazed every Instructor who saw it.
What a Prodigy, what a Genius, he must be the best new recruit in the history of the Knights of Favonius.
His strength was like a fierce tiger and a giant ox, his speed like a leopard and a swift horse.
He was as flexible as a snake, and as taut as a bow.
His strength, speed, explosive power, stamina, and flexibility all surpassed ordinary people, reaching an exceptionally superior level!
After his body evolved in the valley last time, Ryan fully displayed himself for the first time.
The abilities he showed surprised even himself.
He surpassed the top gold medal athletes of all countries before his Transmigration in all aspects.
He broke all human records.
Suppressing his excitement and shock, the Instructor maintained his expression.
He put on a calm facade and suppressed him, saying:
"From your performance in all aspects, it seems you usually exercise. Besides good physical fitness, you also have some martial arts foundation."
"But from your footwork, advances and retreats, and boxing routines, you probably haven't formally studied martial arts, but rather explored some boxing and Sword techniques from your world on your own."
"This is not enough!"
"In Teyvat, a world with monsters, children generally train from a young age and have a higher foundation than you. Talented Mondstadter, at thirteen or fourteen, can become a squire, and even a combat squire..."
"Those Vision wielders ascend to the heavens in an instant, controlling the power of the elements, making waves freeze, forests burn, and lightning tear through the sky..."
"Next to us, in the Claymore Training Field, there's a Little Girl with a Rock Element Vision who can easily deal with ten Hilichurl Geovishap that even official Knights struggle to kill."
"Don't be arrogant; continue to improve yourself and let those blessed by the gods with Visions see the Prodigy among us ordinary people."
With anticipation and encouragement, the Instructor heard Ryan's stomach rumble and took out his military rations from his backpack.
He found that this young man from another world, while physically strong, also had a Dragon's stomach.
A little afternoon tea snack was not enough for him to take two bites.
"Could it be... this is the secret to his superhuman body? Eating more truly makes one stronger?" The Instructor muttered uncertainly, wondering if he should get an extra portion of food next time.
Ryan felt embarrassed by the other party's gaze and didn't eat much.
Now, his body would be fine even if he starved for a few days.
He only wanted to eat more because he thought that one more bite would lead to a little more improvement.
Every night before going to bed, he would study his Golden Finger body, trying to develop new functions.
Aside from certain unspeakable embarrassing matters, he had already discovered that emotions could affect his digestion, controlling the secretion of gastric acid with different mindsets, reducing or increasing consumption and hunger.
Eating one person's meal could fill him up.
Eating ten people's meals could also make him feel hungry.
Now, whether he was hungry or not was completely under the control of his thoughts.
"Today, first learn a basic Favonius Bladework, and then learn a basic Sword technique!"
"You are already twenty-three, quite old among the trainees, but your displayed Talents should allow you to quickly catch up and surpass them."
"Don't blame me for not teaching you Favonius Bladework immediately; the foundation is very important and will allow you to go further!"
The Instructor threw Ryan a white-board, un-upgraded wu feng sword from the weapon rack.
This was also the standard for all Sword trainees.
"Watch my boxing routine, and my Sword Move!" The Instructor started by performing a set of boxing and a set of Sword techniques.
The boxing was swift, like wind, like a downpour.
In between, there was a sense of gentleness.
Just like the different Anemo on different days in Mondstadt.
The Sword technique was precise and methodical, yet suddenly had agile variations.
As if representing rules and freedom.
"Form is superficial; you must think about why I strike like this, why I make these Moves!" After demonstrating once, the Instructor pulled Ryan into a sparring session.
To learn martial arts, one must first be hit to remember deeply.
"Now, learn my Move again!" The Instructor demonstrated again.
Relying on his photographic memory and control over his body, Ryan replicated it perfectly in five attempts, without a single error.
The Instructor was already numb to this Genius and continued to teach.
"Now that you have the framework, I will teach you breathing techniques, as well as power generation techniques, advance and retreat techniques, various routines for attack and defense..."
"How to perform a feint Sword, how to hide your weaknesses, how to draw out the enemy's weaknesses, how to heal wounds, how to turn severe injuries into minor ones, how to counter-kill or escape when at a disadvantage..."
"How to face the power of the elements, the power of machines, the power of the Abyss... what should be done!"
With careful and selfless guidance, this Instructor truly deserved to be called a good teacher.
After arriving in Teyvat, Ryan felt the warmth of human kindness for the second time, and the emotion welling up in his heart made him learn even more diligently.
Not letting him down was the best repayment.