I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 98 - 097 Black eats black (4000)_2

Chapter 98: 097 Black eats black (4000)_2

Chapter 98: 097 Black eats black (4000)_2

“Ah, hello there. Hannah…” Casio nodded.

Perhaps because of Old Mack’s reminder earlier, he scanned Hannah with his eyes. He noticed that her gaze was constantly lingering on his solid pectoral muscles and his sturdy waist, occasionally sliding unintentionally to the inside of his strong thighs.

“…” Casio was startled. Now, he somewhat understood how those pretty girls felt when they were ogled by men on the streets. His feelings were complicated and shy, mixed with anger.

“I didn’t expect Coach Li Wei to remember my name.”

Hannah squinted and chuckled, her lips glowing with a peachy luster, her face faintly showing a hint of flirtatiousness.

“Ah? Coach, you seem to have gotten taller and more muscular.”

Her subtlety bordered on intrusive as her gaze swept over him.

“Damn it!”

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Casio cursed inwardly, pretended not to hear, and moved on quickly. He could sense this woman trying to bewitch him.

Of course, perhaps ‘bewitching’ is a bit too much.

‘Attracting’ might be more accurate.

Thereafter, on his way from the front hall to the changing room.

Many people greeted Casio, a majority of whom were women, and at least half of them had suspicious looks. Casio had never before noticed that he was so well-liked?

When he reached the changing room, he opened his locker and changed into his yellow Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall combat suit, then walked out.

In the toilet next to him, Casio washed his hands and glanced at the mirror.

The man inside might not be handsome, but his features were deep and 3D. His reserved and silent temperament had a cool vibe.

Additionally, his upright stature and strong physique unexpectedly gave Casio an inexplicably unique masculine charm.

So was he seen as a hot commodity in the eyes of women?

“Hehe.”

He laughed helplessly, scooped up a handful of water to wash his face.

Then he left the toilet and headed towards the training room.

With a creak, Casio turned the doorknob and entered.

This was a rather spacious room, larger than the living room in Jessica’s apartment. The floor was uniformly covered with grey tiles, the walls were snow-white, with no additional decorations.

There were two or three pots of green indoor plants placed in the corner.

The rest were training facilities.

Pulling back a corner of the window, Casio glanced outside. It was the sports field of the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall, with several trainees jogging.

He looked at the time, he had arrived half an hour early.

Having nothing else to do, he started to train immediately.

In fact, many habits from the Era of Retrospection have been influencing Casio, and he gradually didn’t want to waste a single moment.

Whenever there was a break, he would feel uncomfortable if he didn’t practice his Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art.

If there was an ailment associated with training too much.

Then he would definitely be in the late stages of TRAINing Cancer.

Half an hour later, slanted sunlight came into the room.

A dozen students were in the midst of combat training under Casio’s guidance, among which three of them were familiar to him. Naturally, it was Phil and his friend Milo, as well as Tifa, who was fond of combat.

“Next, we’ll practice in pairs. During the spar, try to apply the small combat skills I’ve taught in the previous lessons.” Casio took a few steps forward and approached Phil: “Let’s start.”

Immediately, everyone started finding their own opponents.

Those familiar with each other paired up and started to spar.

Meanwhile, next to Casio, Milo glanced at Phil, who was staring straight at Tifa in the distance, seemingly about to walk over. In front of the rectangular window, Casio walked over and said: “Tifa, Phil, and Milo, you three come over here.”

The four of them gathered in the corner.

“How’s your progress with the Burst techniques I taught you?”

Casio stroked his chin and glanced at the three of them.

“Not bad.” Phil replied.

“I’m doing alright as well.” Milo echoed.

“It’s challenging, I’ve only grasped a tiny bit…”

Tifa stood very straight, speaking somewhat reluctantly.

Casio chuckled internally, it sounded like Milo and Phil were progressing faster than Tifa. In reality, it was the opposite. Tifa surely had a better grasp of the tactics taught by Casio compared to the other two.

All three of them weren’t wrong, Milo and Phil indeed thought they were doing okay because they were blissfully ignorant, and they were happy with the small progress they made. On the other hand, Tifa, who had been training seriously for many years, had a much clearer understanding of combat.

The progress she made was negligible compared to the whole explosive technique, it was simply a tiny application of it.

That’s why she claimed to have just touched on the beginnings of it.

Tifa was aware that her coach was incredibly skilled. Just the small explosive tips he taught her in the past few days were far better than what she was taught in the Snowflake Middle School’s Combat Club.

So, Tifa was more eager to earnestly learn. She even planned to propose to Casio to teach her after getting familiar with him in some time. The reason she didn’t ask directly now was because they hadn’t known each other long enough, and Tifa was afraid that her request would be rejected directly.

“Since you think you’re doing well, Phil, why not spar with Tifa, let me see your level.” Casio said with a slight smile.

In his previous few classes, he taught these three teenagers an explosive technique. Of course, this was not the two explosive techniques from the complete Wind Elephant Basic Combat Technique, but a condensed version of it.

At most, it can enhance the speed by about one-third.

Don’t underestimate this 0.3, even an extra 0.1 is deadly in close combat. More importantly, this 0.3 is an enhancement based on the user’s physique. As long as they practice to strengthen their physique, using the explosive technique will naturally be more effective.

Next, Casio watched the two spar. Phil initially started excitedly, but within a few seconds, he was beaten until he looked like a dazed eggplant and lost all his enthusiasm.

He was letting himself get trampled all over.

The supposedly not bad explosive technique was also incredibly clumsy and paled in comparison to Tifa’s proficiency. Phil was somewhat disheartened.

“Don’t get discouraged, you just started learning, didn’t you?”

Casio patted Phil’s shoulders.

For the next several hours, things continued as usual. Casio received news that the Combat Club at the Snowflake Middle School was about to rank its members by an internal bout. He immediately encouraged Phil to give it a try.

He even joked that if Phil made significant progresses in the ranking, he would certainly win the respect of others, and it goes without saying who these “others” were.

Of course, Casio didn’t do this just to be encouraging. He knew that the combat and explosive techniques he taught were useful.

If Phil were to participate, he would definitely make significant progress. As a result, he would take Casio, his martial arts teacher, more seriously.

Having a closer relationship with Phil’s family would be beneficial, at least for now, Casio still needed help from Phil’s older brother and father.

Also, Casio asked Phil to send a message to Matthew. He wanted Matthew to help him find a suitable new residence.

This small favor, naturally, Phil agreed to do immediately.

After finished from work at the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall, Casio had dinner in the vicinity of Red Tower Street and then returned to Jessica’s apartment to prepare. He continued till around half-past ten on the 5th night.

Baichuan City, Main Urban Area, Beika Street.

A pair of black boots stepped on a corner of the street, and the grey-white street bricks made a quiet sound, instantly breaking the silence of Beika Street.

The streetlight emitted a yellow glow, shining on the sturdy chest of the visitor. A tall and burly silhouette silently surveyed the street, a couple of goldfish-mouth sedans were parked on the roadside parking spot.

The night breeze blew, causing the leaves to rustle. On the cover of a bronze trash can, a heterogeneous wild cat lay down, sleeping.

Occasionally, leaves would fall onto the street.

This wasn’t a commercial district nor a residential area.

Naturally, there were few passersby, especially after ten o’clock at night. Perhaps it would be half an hour before someone would pass by.

This was to the liking of the antique transportation vehicle of the Sand Dust Organization.

It also catered to the tastes of Casio, who was planning some mischief.

He planned to commit a crime here.

As time passed by minute by minute, the round moon was blocked by huge dark clouds, and only a few scattered stars flickered light.

At the front end of the street, a bright light was projected.

A black square Fortune Car drove into the street of Beika Street.