Chapter 61: Normal Skill Insulator

Think about it, at least I'm much stronger than when I first crossed over!

Ji Ming hesitated for a while, then resolved to take off his white robe as well.

On the other side, Buluowa set down the cast iron in her hand, feeling her body already loosened, and let out a long sigh.

She turned her head, glanced at Ji Ming who was only wearing a shirt, frowned, and abruptly said.

"Young man, do you have an eating disorder?"

"I…"

Ji Ming was choked off and could only explain in a confused manner.

"I'm still… working hard on training! Everything will get better!"

"Mm hm, alright, I believe you."

Nodding undeniably, Buluowa tossed a long staff to him, then grabbed another one with her other hand.

"You go first, come on!"

What is this, nunchaku against Lai Lai, and still a disabled one?

Raising the staff, Ji Ming was both amused and exasperated, yet he had no intention of retracting his force or yielding the technique.

This is an elder in a fantasy world; even if negative buffs are maxed out, they could still raise a hand and kill themselves.

Now is the time to strike weak against strong; no room for carelessness!

Ji Ming steadied his breath and used the most conservative technique.

Both hands gripping the staff's tail, he inhaled and thrust forward violently!

The force of this stick was so strong that the strike could pierce a thin iron plate.

However, Buluowa merely gave a light flick, and Ji Ming felt a massive force from the tip of the staff, causing the entire motion to veer uncontrollably.

If his hand hadn't gripped tightly, the staff would have flown away.

Blocking the move, Lao Nv Shi's face showed neither sorrow nor joy, only uttered a line.

"Not bad, again."

Ji Ming is not a child; he won't start acting spoiled because of such a minor setback.

Having a tactical master willing to teach him is an opportunity that must not be missed!

Loosening his slightly tingling web between thumb and forefinger, Ji Ming stayed silent and struck back with his other hand.

What met him was nothing short of a military drill.

Probably fearing an accidental lethal strike, Ms. Buluowa, aside from parrying, made no counterattack.

Yet even so, the prolonged collisions made Ji Ming feel his arm ache.

During the relentless attacks and clashes, he also tried some feints or used a few sneaky tricks.

But the long‑weapon techniques brought by the Grave-Digging Technique mainly revolve around relatively basic martial movements.

Bullying a ferocious goblin might be easy, but before the experienced Buluowa, his clumsiness made him seem like a child.

Finally, when Ji Ming felt his arms were about to give out, Buluowa voluntarily called a stop.

"That's enough."

She withdrew her stance, steadied the staff, and after a brief thought began to comment.

"Your fundamentals are quite solid; at your age, having years of arduous practice is basically impossible."

"But… isn't it a bit too solid? Every move is extremely rigid; have you never seen how others fight?"

"We are all civilized people; constantly fighting and shedding blood is not good."

Shakes head.

"I haven't really seen it; I usually just run away."

"What about your master? Didn't they teach you any martial skills?"

"If someone wants a one‑on‑one, I could drive a mud‑truck the night before and finish them off, wouldn't that be fine?"

Shakes head.

"They didn't really teach me; I only learned a move that cracks the skull."

"How come I can't do this or that? Is his master perhaps nonexistent?"

Buluowa's face showed a hint of confusion as she stepped in front of Ji Ming.

"Stand still, let me see."

Using magic to support the staff, she placed one hand on Ji Ming's forehead; her palm was rough and icy.

【Warning: Your panel is being read】

But the red alert turned green the next moment.

【System has automatically concealed necessary information based on the host's current identity, rest assured】

Ji Ming glanced at the "new" panel; all causality‑type skills had been erased, even special abilities like 【Closed Breath Talisman Crafting】 were fully hidden.

After this series of modifications, the one standing here was merely a passing alchemist who could wield two shovel moves.

After a long while, Buluowa withdrew her hand.

Perhaps she had never seen such a weak skill set; she leaned on the staff and pondered in place for a moment.

"Then, since that's the case, I'll first teach you some basic martial techniques."

"Alright!"

Ji Ming had been waiting for this moment; he was already eager to unleash a killing spree with his martial techniques.

Buluowa nodded, turned, and re‑established distance from him.

"I noticed that the first move you used just now was a Long Thrust."

"Indeed, an inch longer is an inch stronger; using this move as a probing first strike is most appropriate."

"Then..."

Buluowa stopped in her tracks and slowly raised the long staff she was holding.

"So, I'll first teach you a move 【Straight Stab】 to strengthen this action."

Her voice turned cold; she coiled her body like a venomous snake ready to strike.

From the ground up, all her muscles were gradually activated, and her aura kept rising.

When the aura peaked, she suddenly moved, wielding the staff in her hand like a poisonous fang and thrusting it outward.

Amid the sound of slicing through the air, a faint golden blood‑qi flickered for an instant, marking the technique's activation.

However, since there was no target, after her arm reached its limit, Buluowa forcefully halted the staff's motion, suppressing the draconic thrust.

Yet from extreme stillness to extreme motion and back to stillness, her entire arm did not tremble at all—truly like an arm‑master.

Whoa, you could pierce tank armor now.

Ji Ming widened his eyes, wanting to mimic the senior's technique, but realized he seemed to have truly slipped into a strange realm.

How each of Buluowa's muscles was mobilized, how the blood‑qi flowed within her body, and even what mindset she held when thrusting that staff...

It was a very strange form of observation, all substance and all shadow, both presented in full.

It was as if the being before me was no longer a living person, but an opened book.

In this situation, whatever I wished to know could be found recorded precisely within.

Thinking of this, Ji Ming couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

Observing lower dimensions from a higher one— isn't that exactly it?

Then, if I want to replicate this technique, I need...

Um.

I need...

Um.

What do I need again O. o?

Ji Ming furrowed his brows, suddenly noticing the book was opened and the corresponding information was found.

But the text suddenly turned into English, and I seemed to understand nothing!

Demonstrating a sincere, perfectly executed 【Straight Stab】, Buluowa calmed some of her blood‑qi and turned her head toward Ji Ming.

"How about it, did you notice anything?"

But she found Ji Ming slightly opening his mouth, standing there with a dumbfounded expression, and mechanically shaking his head.

Buluowa nodded in understanding.

"Beginner, that's normal; I'll do it again."

Swoosh!

"How is it?"

He still shook his head.

"It's okay, perhaps it's a matter of talent; you can still choose to work hard."

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

"Now?"

"Um..."

Ji Ming had already tried hard, but the English before him turned into mathematics

—This thing is truly convoluted; it's not something you can grasp just by effort.

He could only mutter.

"Sorry, Ms. Buluowa, could you do it once more?"

If she had been Ji Ming's high school homeroom teacher, she would have already dragged him to the office and severely interrogated him.

Yet even so, facing this cold‑blooded head‑shaking machine, Buluowa still felt a deep sense of helplessness.

"Alright, perhaps you were too nervous when learning the move earlier; your mind feels a bit numb now."

Buluowa walked toward the small stove in the corner and checked whether the chimney was clear.

"Let's have a cup of hot tea and rest a bit; we can learn slowly."

She placed the kettle, snapped her fingers, and released a spark that ignited the dry grass in the stove.

Just as she was about to continue speaking, she heard a snapping sound from behind.

Turning around, she saw Ji Ming's index finger blazing with fire.