I Can Learn Anything

Chapter Title: The Boy Who Defied Power

Just as he reached a corner, someone collided with him.

He stumbled, arms flailing. Then he looked up.

In the dim light, he recognized the figure—and a gentle smile curved his lips.

Aryan immediately recognized the face and said, "Oh! Miss Renu Tomar, how are you?"

As soon as Aryan spoke those words, Renu replied, "So, I've finally found you! You have no idea how long I searched for you yesterday. When I couldn't find you anywhere, I feared something terrible had happened. I thought perhaps Avinash and his gang might have done something horrible to you. But now that I see you safe and sound, I'm finally at peace."

She then turned to the person standing beside her and said, "Let me introduce you. This is my elder brother—Ahaan Tomar. And bhaiya, this is the boy who saved me from that disgusting Avinash Tomar."

Ahaan Tomar glanced at Aryan and gave a slight nod, showing little interest. Ahaan was a tall, young man of twenty, standing at 6 feet 1 inch. He was one of Rudrapur Academy's top prodigies and had quite a reputation. With sharp features and a confident gait, he was undeniably handsome. His popularity in the academy extended to the point that many girls were known to be infatuated with him.

Ahaan was currently at the peak of **Martial Spirit Gathering Level 4**, a rank that even surpassed several of the academy's teachers. His strength and achievements had inflated his ego, making him believe that he was the most powerful warrior among his peers.

Without much ceremony, Ahaan threw some folded papers toward Aryan and said coldly, "Here's your reward for saving my sister. Take it. But listen carefully—don't come near her again. Otherwise, you have no idea what might happen to you."

The papers he threw were not just ordinary documents—they were **currency notes**, similar to paper money in modern society. Each note was worth **a thousand gold coins**, and they could be exchanged at any bank for physical gold.

Aryan's expression darkened as soon as he heard those words. His eyes fixed sharply on Ahaan, and without a second thought, he flung the papers right back at him. Then he said firmly, "Help should never be offered with the intent of a reward. It should come from good intentions. So keep your money to yourself."

He added in a calm but piercing tone, "And don't get cocky just because you're at the peak of Martial Spirit Gathering Level 4. Your power means nothing. In fact, you should be ashamed. You're already twenty years old, and yet your cultivation is this low? And you're arrogant about it? Shame on you."

Ahaan's face turned red with rage. Clenching his fists, he roared, "You little worm! How dare you insult me—Ahaan Tomar! Has no one ever taught you a lesson?"

He seethed with fury. "I thought you might be a decent guy for helping my sister, but it seems I was wrong. Now I'll teach you a proper lesson!"

With that, Ahaan summoned a sword from his spatial ring. The sword gleamed dangerously in the sunlight, sharp as a mirror's edge. It had been crafted by a Grade One blacksmith—one of the most reputed in Rudrapur. Weapons forged by him were considered rare treasures, and buyers often engaged in bidding wars just to get one.

Without wasting another moment, Ahaan lunged at Aryan with the sword, its tip slicing through the air with lethal intent.

Renu screamed in panic, "Bhaiya! Stop!" She tried her best to intervene, but her efforts were in vain. She stood helpless, convinced that no one could save Aryan now. She feared that this might be his end—a brutal, bloody death right before her eyes.

Being one of Rudrapur Academy's elite students, Ahaan was untouchable. Even if he killed a low-ranking newcomer, the academy's management wouldn't bat an eye. In fact, Ahaan was so esteemed that even the king of their nation held him in high regard. Because of this privilege, Ahaan believed he could get away with almost anything.

As the sword neared Aryan, something strange happened. Aryan noticed that the speed of the blade had drastically slowed down. In that instant, he realized that Ahaan was using a technique—a **basic battle skill**, nothing exceptional.

In this world, battle techniques were divided into several tiers: **Normal**, then **Intent**, followed by **Heart**, and finally **Class-Level** techniques. Reaching the highest tier required standing at the peak of this world—a feat only the strongest warriors could accomplish.

Despite the sword's speed and deadly accuracy, Aryan made his move just in time. To everyone's shock—students, teachers, and Renu alike—Aryan caught the blade effortlessly **between two fingers**.

Gasps echoed across the grounds.

Ahaan was stunned. He pulled and tugged with all his strength, but the sword wouldn't budge. Aryan's grip was unrelenting. Ahaan used every ounce of energy in his body, but the sword didn't move even an inch. The scene was surreal.

Infuriated, Ahaan shouted, "Let go of my sword or I'll make you regret it!"

Aryan simply ignored him.

Instead, in the blink of an eye, Aryan kicked Ahaan square in the chest, sending him flying several feet through the air. Ahaan crashed hard onto the ground.

Aryan then shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, "I've spared you today only because you're Renu Tomar's brother. But if you ever pull something like this again, I promise the consequences will be far worse."

With that, Aryan turned and walked away, leaving behind a stunned crowd.

The students and teachers who had silently witnessed the event were now buzzing with chatter.

One student whispered to his friend, "I had no idea that last-ranked guy was this powerful. Had I known, I would've befriended him from day one!"

Another student replied, "Yeah, who would've thought someone ranked 10,000 could be so dangerous? But honestly, the guy's fearless. He doesn't give a damn about how powerful someone's family is."

A third student joined in and said, "You guys are just talking about Ahaan, but did you know? That same guy also humiliated that arrogant jerk Avinash Rohilla not long ago. It's clear now—he has no fear of these so-called elite families. I bet it's because of his teacher."

He added, "Even if his teacher is a controversial figure—a rapist, as the rumors say—his strength is undeniable. Think about it, how can a teacher train a student to such a level in just a few days unless he's insanely powerful? That guy might even be stronger than the king himself."

Hearing this, the other two students nodded. Despite the scandals surrounding **Vaibhav Srivastava**, no one could deny his strength. Some believed he was hiding the true extent of his power. Still, the students knew that becoming his disciple was out of the question. No matter how brilliant Aryan was, his teacher remained a shadowy figure.

Meanwhile, far away from all the chaos, **Vaibhav Srivastava** sat in his room, lost in deep thought. After a long silence, he finally asked his system, "Why did you stop me from revealing Aryan's weaknesses? Why didn't you let me tell him that he's already awakened sword intent and other battle intents?"

A soft chime followed as the system replied,

**Ding! Host, you are not permitted to do so. Your student is not an ordinary disciple. He must discover everything on his own.**

**Though you may offer advice, you cannot clear his doubts for him. Everything must be learned independently. After all, once you return to your own world, he will be on his own.**

Hearing this, Vaibhav Srivastava sighed and nodded. He abandoned the thought and began pondering other matters.

He muttered to himself, "It's time I give Aryan access to higher-level cultivation techniques. But I want him to create and master every Martial Spirit Gathering Level 4 technique on his own. Only then will he become truly powerful."

He continued, "If he cultivates using his own techniques, then just like now, he'll be able to fight warriors 4 to 5 levels—or even 16 to 20 sub-stages—above him. Otherwise, with standard techniques, he'll only manage to fight those a few sub-stages ahead."

Vaibhav didn't dwell on it for long. He soon laid down on his bed and closed his eyes to rest.

While Vaibhav Srivastava was relaxing in his room, Aryan had also returned to his quarters and was resting. Meanwhile, news of Aryan defeating Ahaan spread like wildfire throughout the academy.

Eventually, the news reached **Lavanya Rathore**. Upon hearing it, her jaw clenched in rage. Grinding her teeth, she muttered to herself,

"Aryan Chauhan… Just wait. Soon, you'll be bowing before me."

With that, Lavanya resumed her cultivation with renewed determination.

To know what happens next in Aryan's journey, stay connected with *I Can Learn Anything*!

Author's Note – A Truth Behind the Pages

While writing this chapter, I was struggling with an overwhelming wave of sleep. I kept dozing off again and again, but somehow—through sheer will—I managed to complete it.

I know there might be a few inconsistencies or "Mr. X" type errors in these chapters. But I want to make it clear once again: I'm not entirely responsible for them.

I work in a factory where my shift runs from **7:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m.** every day. My day starts at **5:30 in the morning**, and I remain occupied with work until **8:30 at night**. All the writing you see here is done in whatever little time I can steal in between.

That's why, despite my best efforts, some mistakes or shortcomings may still remain in the chapters. But I'm giving it everything I have—with whatever energy I have left.

Thank you for reading and supporting this journey.

**—The Author**