Chapter 141: The Monokuma Teaching Martial Arts

In the academy's No. 3 trading market, within the spacious courtyard of a special building constructed of redwood, Shair changed into a fitted khaki hunting suit and black leather boots, practicing basic martial arts step by step in the courtyard.

After confirming that he had taken the evolution serum and suffered no side effects, Bean fulfilled his promise and began teaching him martial arts.

"Evolutionary warriors are different from ordinary martial artists because their physiques are much tougher, and their strength, speed, and defense are boosted by many times," Bean stood nearby with a stern face, beginning to explain to him.

"We are blessed by the guardian halo, allowing us to launch attacks recklessly without needing to worry too much about defense."

"After taking the evolution serum, our bodies have undergone a transformation. Strength and defense have surged wildly, and the offensive power of every punch and kick far exceeds that of a school-level martial artist."

As he spoke, he demonstrated the techniques. Wind howled with his movements, and every action produced a sharp piercing sound in the air.

Fists, grabs, palms, elbows, knees, kicks... every part of his body could transform into a weapon, unleashing the most ferocious offensive.

In front of him, a two-meter-tall solid iron dummy served as an imaginary enemy, subjected to his storm-like attacks.

At this sight, the surrounding trainees all stopped what they were doing and crowded around to watch his demonstration intently.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Harsh collision sounds rang out. Deep indentations appeared on the iron dummy, and in the blink of an eye, he tore it apart into a pile of scrap metal!

This scene not only shocked the dozens of onlookers, but even Shair felt a secret tremor in his heart. Being able to tear apart a solid iron dummy with sheer physical strength alone meant the opponent's strength attribute definitely far exceeded the human limit of 10 points, capable of crushing an evolutionary totem head-on!

After the intense exertion, only a faint mist appeared on Bean's face. Not a single drop of sweat fell, and his breathing and heartbeat remained virtually unchanged compared to before.

This formidable mastery over his own body stirred an intense sense of envy in Shair.

His own body had undergone initial strengthening, but he possessed brute force without refinement; putting it into actual combat would still require a certain amount of time for polishing.

Once the trainees dispersed, Shair asked curiously, "Mr. Bean, when did you start practicing martial arts? After all, I heard that you possessed an enviable talent as a Soul Alchemist right from the beginning. Why would you practice martial arts?"

"Because of an accident."

He originally thought the other person wouldn't answer, but Bean gazed into the depths of the sky, his eyes filled with nostalgia. "Back then, I was alone in the Harrison Empire when I encountered a very peculiar creature."

"It had distinct black and white fur and looked just like a bear, but it could speak human language and was practicing martial arts in a giant bamboo grove. Having already advanced to the second rank back then, I thought I had encountered a rare and exotic beast, and I rushed forward to fight it without hesitation."

"And the result?" Shair felt a strange sense of familiarity as he listened; this creature sounded oddly known.

Bean shook his head, his face full of reluctance to recall the past. "The opponent wielded a slender bamboo stick, treating it as if it were a top-tier source weapon, and easily beat my totem to the ground, giving it a severe thrashing..."

Such a thing actually happened?

Shair wore a bizarre expression. Had it not been for the deadpan seriousness of the narration, he would have written it off as utter nonsense.

A wild beast brutally beating a second-rank Soul Alchemist—was the world changing too fast, or were Soul Alchemists no longer able to lift their blades?

"Then, my totem was taught martial arts by that entity, and I learned along with it. After imparting the martial arts, that peculiar creature vanished without a trace, and the massive bamboo grove disappeared as well. Everything felt as unreal as a dream."

Bean shook his head with some helplessness. "Believe it or not, that is the truth."

"Well, an experience like yours is even more fantastic and elusive than those of the knights," Shair couldn't help laughing, though he grew quite interested in this fantastical existence.

Hum!

An inexplicable fluctuation rippled outward, and a fierce, bloody aura spread in all directions like a wild overlord of the wilderness.

The two of them froze slightly for a moment, after which Bean collected his focus and said, "Something has gone terribly wrong!"

"Mr. Bean, isn't this what you wanted to see?" Shair said with a half-smile.

Handing over the authority card that represented identity so easily to Lyle was equivalent to indirectly delivering it into Leslie's hands, clearly intending to accomplish a certain goal through the other's actions.

Bean was silent for a moment before sighing, "I opposed that plan. Compared to being a Soul Alchemist, I prefer to view myself as a martial artist. That plan violates my principles."

"However, people living in this world always face countless events that go against their own desires. I was born into a great family, bearing the expectations of a clan, and could only allow the implementation of this plan to proceed."

"Why tell me this?" Shair asked.

"Need you ask? The strong only regard the strong as equals, not as objects of charity... Didn't you come here today precisely to stop me?" Bean said calmly. "I sensed a crisis in you; you possess the strength to threaten my life."

"Well, I thought I had hidden it quite well, yet you perceived it so easily." Shair shrugged helplessly, showing not a trace of timidity as he spread his hands to signal he posed no threat. "Leslie is my friend after all, and this can be considered repaying him. Please go ahead with whatever you need to do next."

Naturally, he had not come here merely to learn martial arts; his more crucial purpose was to keep an eye on the other party and prevent Morent's top powerhouse from heading to the central laboratory.

Right now, Isaac was far away from Morent, conducting experiments in the experimental zone across the ocean.

Clark had been killed by him, Bean was blocked here by him, and the Dean's whereabouts were unknown, leaving the academy's supreme forces more than half depleted.

It wouldn't take long—just enough time for Leslie to smoothly enter the central laboratory and unearth the whole truth.

As Leslie's friend, there was nothing wrong with him doing this, and no one could pick out a flaw in his actions.

However, this turmoil wasn't solely caused by Leslie—someone was taking advantage of the chaos!

"Then come. Countless factions have their operatives lurking within the academy; it is time for a thorough purge anyway. This time, it was already within my expectations," Bean said indifferently. Source power radiance flared as a giant black bird materialized, carrying him toward the central laboratory.

*Pity, you seem to have somewhat underestimated my existence.*

The corner of Shair's mouth curved upward as he unhurriedly headed toward the location of the central laboratory as well...

The central laboratory, eighth underground floor.

"Tell me, why did you do this!" Leslie's roar rang out once more as his body swelled completely, entering his ultimate combat form.

He had lost both parents in childhood, and later, after his Soul Alchemist talent was discovered, he was able to enter Morent, having the extreme good fortune of catching the other's eye.

During the decade of companionship, the other had used various drugs to elevate his physical condition, granting him the qualifications to ingest the first-generation evolution serum and propelling him into a star-level figure of the academy.

Therefore, to Leslie, Garfield was no longer just an ordinary teacher-student relationship, but someone he subconsciously regarded as a father!

Yet now, he discovered with horror that the other person was actually the absolute mastermind behind the plan!

This meant that the immense care, education, reprimards, and nurturing he had felt previously were all mere disguises, and he had simply been treated as a laboratory lab rat!