"Normally, if you want to learn martial arts, you must first train your physical condition, then consider techniques and strategies, but... since he only had two or three days, I''d better teach some quick self-preservation techniques first?"

    Looking at Leon, who had taken off his old coat and stood five steps away, with a rather lean build, the policewoman hesitated slightly before asking,

    "I know a mix of martial arts techniques, but the ones I''m best at and are most suitable for quick learning are police combat and military combat. Which one would you like to learn?"

    Leon, who didn''t know anything about martial arts, hesitated for a moment before asking,

    "What are the differences between these two?"

    "They have different goals and traits. Military is primarily for quick kills, to immediately incapacitate the opponent... like this!"

    No sooner had the policewoman finished speaking than her entire body suddenly sank, moving close to the ground at a speed that seemed to drag her into the earth. Then, like a black fish writhing on the ground, she crossed nearly three meters between the two of them in an instant, ghosting up to Leon''s front.

    *What the hell?*

    From the moment the policewoman crouched down, Leon tried to follow her movement with his eyes. But even with high reaction speed brought on by a Contamination Value of 4.1, he could only see a blurred figure "bowling" toward him; he was in such a hurry that he couldn''t even distinguish her limbs.

    As Leon instinctively retreated, a leg clad in black, tight-fitting pants with incredible elasticity was already in front of his right knee. It slightly lifted along with Leon''s backward momentum, directly unbalancing him and flipping him horizontally backward.

    Immediately afterward, before his body had even fully hit the ground and while he was flailing mid-air, a finger was gently poked between the third and fourth ribs on his left side, closest to his heart.

    "If I had a dagger in my hand, you''d already be dead."

    Standing where Leon originally was, the policewoman made a gesture with two fingers mimicking a stabbing move, and satisfied with the shocked look on Leon''s face, she suppressed a smile and said with a straight face,

    "A new recruit only lasted under my hand for 0.5 seconds! Listen, when learning martial arts, the first lesson is not about how to knock down your opponent, but ''don''t move recklessly''!

    "Your body is sturdier than it looks, and your leg in the standing position has a longer reach than mine when I''m charging. If you hadn''t withdrawn recklessly just now, but instead mustered up the courage to kick, the outcome would have been different!"

    A kick?

    Recalling the recent scene, Leon patted the dust off his body and stood up, reflecting,

    "If I kick, could I block that move you just made?"

    "No, you can''t."

    The policewoman shook her head,

    "But you''d die a bit slower. I''d need to make a second move to kill you, and the total time would increase from about 0.5 seconds to roughly 0.8 seconds."

    *???*

    *So, the difference between kicking or not is whether I die immediately or have a chance to stretch my legs before I die, right?*

    *Hmph! This is for ditching me!*

    Noticing the frustration on Leon''s face after hearing her response, the policewoman, who had been maintaining a stern expression, finally couldn''t help but laugh. Then she also contemplatively studied Leon. S~ea??h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Compared to explaining with words, actually experiencing something is a more profound memory in martial arts. So her sudden attack was meant to give him a wake-up call and secretly teach him the first lesson in martial arts—keep your eyes open.

    Yes, the first lesson for beginners wasn''t just about not moving recklessly, but about learning to keep your eyes open.

    When novice fighters are approached by the enemy and their face is attacked, they instinctively close their eyes. For rookies who can only observe the opponent with their eyes, this habit is no different than surrendering.

    Originally, the policewoman''s intent was to rush to face Leon and throw a punch at his face to scare him into closing his eyes, directly teaching him the most important lesson: when learning martial arts, you have to overcome the instinct to close your eyes.

    However, what surprised the policewoman was that, even though Leon''s eyes couldn''t follow her movements, his mind and body responded. He seemed to intuitively sense her attack target and retreated in time, moving his face out of range. So the first lesson changed from "don''t close your eyes" to "don''t move recklessly."

    *Hmm... long limbs, quick reactions, intuition or judgment is accurate, and physical condition... seems much tougher than it looks?*

    She slightly moved her right leg, recalling the resistance she felt against Leon''s leg just now. Getting an idea of Leon''s "foundation," the policewoman nodded slightly, knowing how she should teach him now.

    "You should still not learn military combat. Although it''s more lethal, many small tactics are about surprise attacks and strong strikes, requiring great force and being picky about the environment. Although you can meet the learning requirements, it doesn''t seem to suit your habits of exerting force."

    Walking over and pinching the muscles on Leon''s shoulder and back, squatting down, and patting him on several spots on his thigh, the now calmed policewoman gave her honest evaluation:

    "Leon, although you look slim, your strength is actually decent. It''s just that compared to your speed and reaction capability, your strength seems quite ordinary. Your qualities in these two aspects should be extremely... hmm... outstanding, and your judgment is also very good."