Master Of Martial Arts Has An Advanced Optical Brain



One of the three of them was Nkosi, who had made an appointment to return today. Chu Nan did not recognize the other two immediately and only looked a little familiar.

After carefully recalling in his mind, Chu Nan recalled that these two people were the young man and his father he had come into contact with when he came to the training hall to find Nkosi to provoke him to appear.

At that time, Chu Nan saw that there was a problem with the young man's martial technique cultivation and gave him some guidance. At first, it caused his father to be intensely dissatisfied, but later on, he was convinced by Chu Nan's understanding and thanked him.

Chu Nan had only used this opportunity to lure out Nkosi, so he did not take this matter to heart. However, he discovered that they had actually come with him. It was really surprising.

"Hey, Chu Nan, I'm here." When he saw Chu Nan from afar, Nkosi waved at him. Compared to the aloofness of the first time they met that day, he was clearly much more polite and amiable today.

Chu Nan nodded at him in response. His gaze landed on the two people beside him and he asked in confusion, "Why did they come with you?"

"Oh, let me introduce you." Nkosi pointed at the burly man. "His name is Mondo. This is his son, Hewitt. I happened to bump into them when I went out today. They said they wanted to see you, so I brought them along."

"You want to see me?" Chu Nan looked at the burly man and the youth in confusion, "What's the matter?"

The burly man called Mondo looked at Chu Nan nervously and shyly. Then, he slapped the young Hewitt's back and pushed him in front of him.

"Hurry up! Didn't you want to come?"

Chu Nan looked at Hewitt curiously.

Hewitt raised his head to look at Chu Nan. After meeting his gaze, he immediately looked away nervously and looked around with a helpless expression.

Chu Nan could only smile and say in a gentle voice, "Heh, there's no need to be nervous. Tell me what you have to say."

Hewitt's body shook before he put away his various small actions. He took a deep breath and raised his head to look at Chu Nan again. He looked straight into his eyes and hesitated for a moment before shouting, "Please… please take me in as your disciple!"

As he spoke, Hewitt's knees actually went soft and he knelt down with a plop!

This action immediately frightened Chu Nan. Angie Prairie and Nkosi were also shocked.

After being stunned for a moment, Chu Nan reacted and hurriedly reached out to help Hewitt up.

Although Hewitt wanted to resist, how could his strength compare to Chu Nan? He could only be forcefully dragged up.

"You want me to take you in as my disciple?" Chu Nan pointed at himself and then at Mondo with a complicated expression, "Aren't you learning your father's family cultivation method?"

"Father… he didn't teach me well." Hewitt seemed to be a little embarrassed, "I've always felt that I'm not very suitable for the cultivation method Father imparted, but Father always thinks that I didn't work hard enough and didn't cultivate it well. I used to think so too, but ever since I heard your guidance a few days ago, I discovered that it's not that I didn't work hard enough, but that this cultivation method is not suitable for me."

"So you simply want me to take you in as my disciple?" Chu Nan still felt that it was unbelievable, "You're joking, right? I'm not even 20 years old this year. I haven't cultivated my martial technique well, so how can I take in a disciple?"

"No, your understanding of martial techniques is much stronger than Father's. Although you only guided me for a very short period of time that day, the inspiration you gave me was greater than my previous ten years of cultivation. If I can become your disciple and cultivate under your guidance, I believe I'll definitely become stronger!"

After saying that, Hewitt wanted to kneel down again, but Chu Nan grabbed him.

"Stop kneeling. It's impossible for me to take you in as my disciple."

"Why?" Hewitt seemed to be a little unconvinced, "Could it be that you don't fancy my talent? Although my talent is indeed not especially strong, as long as I can increase my martial technique, I'm willing to do anything. I'll work very hard and definitely not let you down!"

Behind him, Mondo coughed lightly and took a step forward. His tall body also bent down and he pretended to be servile to Chu Nan. He smiled apologetically and said, "Actually, Hewitt's talent is quite good and he's considered the most outstanding child in our area. Previously, it was completely my fault for not teaching him well. Otherwise, with his talent, his current strength would definitely not be like this. If you can take him in as your disciple, I guarantee that he won't embarrass you. Of course, if you have any conditions, feel free to ask. As long as we can do it, we'll definitely do our best."

Looking at the ingratiating smile on Mondo's rough face, Chu Nan did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Wasn't it just a few words of guidance from Hewitt that day? Why did they think that he should be his master?

One had to know that in this era where martial techniques were flourishing, the relationship between master and disciple was extraordinary. Most of the time, it was even more important than father and son.

This Mondo had let his son, who he had taught well, be Chu Nan's disciple. This meant that he was sincerely convinced by Chu Nan's standards. It was almost equivalent to handing his son to him. It could be said that his determination was not great.

However, Chu Nan was still not interested.

"No, I don't have any intention of taking in a disciple. You…"

"Tell us if you have the conditions. We're willing to do anything!" When he heard Chu Nan's rejection, Mondo immediately panicked and hurriedly took a step forward. His tall and strong body was almost forced on him.

Hewitt's legs went soft again when he heard this. He was actually prepared to kneel again.

Chu Nan hurriedly took a step back. While avoiding Mondo, he divided a trace of Internal Breath and controlled a portion of spatial energy to support Hewitt, preventing him from kneeling.

"Stop talking. I'm still very young now. It's impossible for me to take in any disciples. Moreover, Hewitt has cultivated with you for more than ten years. His martial technique foundation has already been completely set according to your routine. It's not beneficial for him to easily change it. Instead, it's very likely that the foundation he painstakingly built will be invalidated. His results will only be lower in the future."

Mondo helplessly stopped and knew that what Chu Nan had obtained made sense.

However, he had taught Hewitt for more than ten years and had seen that his progress had always been extremely slow. Now that he had finally encountered Chu Nan who had only given him a few pointers, his opinion had clearly changed. Of course, he wanted to grasp this opportunity and strive to advance Hewitt's martial technique by leaps and bounds.

Now that Chu Nan had clearly rejected him, it was impossible for him to force him. Moreover, he clearly did not have the ability to force him.

When he thought of how his hope of quickly making Hewitt stronger had been shattered, Mondo recalled that he had spent all his effort on his son in the past decade or so, counting on him to inherit the family's inheritance in the future and bring honor to his ancestors. However, because of Hewitt's natural physique, his progress was slow. In the future, he was afraid that the family's inheritance might be severed. Immediately, an intense sadness surged into his heart. For a moment, his mood surged, and his eyes actually blurred. In an instant, tears surged.

"Damn, he's actually crying!" Seeing that Mondo, a burly man who was simply stronger than a bear, suddenly cried in front of him with a sad expression, Chu Nan could not help but panic.

Looking at Hewitt who also looked like he was about to cry, Chu Nan helplessly scratched his head.

"Alright, it's not impossible…"

Mondo and Hewitt immediately stopped crying and their eyes lit up as they stared at Chu Nan.