Anger looked at Lu Chen walking out of the classroom and put away his textbooks.
He had said enough today. Although he knew that Lu Chen had fought against out-of-control hybrids, Lu Chen still lacked actual combat. This child did not realize the cruelty of the dragon world.
He hoped that in his freshman war practice class, he could add some effort to the forging progress of this piece of meteorite iron.
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Lu Chen's life at Kassel College was unpretentious, but not boring.
Apart from those cultural classes, his favorite was the cold weapon combat class he took.
In the fighting department, the courses are roughly divided into two categories, one is the close combat class that relies purely on the body, and the other is the cold weapon fighting class.
Lu Chen did not take the close combat course, mainly because he had been reading a lot of information in the library these days. The close combat course taught by the academy was too childish for him.
In fact, the cold weapon combat class was the same, except that Chu Zihang chose this class. In view of this, Lu Chen made a choice between the two.
So there was this scene in front of me.
The old man in protective clothing held a bamboo sword in both hands, his figure was low, his breathing was long and leisurely, and his eyes were calm, focusing on the young man not far away.
The young man was wearing loose sportswear and no armor. He was holding a bamboo sword and his eyes were also locked on his opponent.
A group of freshmen were watching not far away, each holding his breath and concentrating, for fear that he would miss something in the next blink of an eye.
In the golden autumn of October, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees on both sides exude a refreshing fragrance, making the scene quiet and solemn.
If they hadn't known that this was just a teaching battle, and both sides were holding bamboo swords, the current atmosphere would have been like an encounter between swordsmen in ancient times.
The stalemate was finally broken by the falling petals and the breeze blowing by the lake.
The moment the petals were smashed by the bamboo sword and the breeze rippled on the lake surface, the next moment there was a sound of hitting.
The figure flew out and the bamboo sword broke. If it weren't for the protective clothing and the bamboo sword in his hand, this scene might have changed again.
When the flower heads are stained with blood, and the autumn lake is filled with blood.
It is not a battle that determines the superiority, but a fight that determines life and death.
"Lu Jun, you are really suitable for the first class in the world."
The person in charge of this course is an old man who was exchanged from the Japanese branch, Miyamoto Yoshiyuki. He is a swordsman. He has obtained the Shinto-ryu and Niten-ryu and is a master of Japanese swordsmanship. In addition, he is also good at many things. A cold weapon.
He has been teaching at the academy for more than ten years, and countless students have expressed their admiration for his kendo skills. However, it is only today that he discovered that the true secret of his ancestor Miyamoto Musashi's ability to defeat unrivaled opponents does not lie in his kendo skills. Rather, it lies in pure bloodline advantage.
Few people saw clearly what happened in that shocking moment. In the eyes of many freshmen, the S-class freshmen defeated their teacher with a wonderful blow, but this was not the case.
As the person involved, Yoshiyuki Miyamoto could tell from Lu Chen's stance and the way he exerted force that this new student did have some skills in cold weapons, but the blow that just defeated him did not use any gorgeous moves or skills.
Just extreme speed and extreme power.
The moment the bamboo sword came into contact, he felt like he had hit a mountain, and the force was pouring towards him like heaven. The bamboo sword broke instantly, and the next moment he felt a tightness in his chest and flew out.
And he felt that the opponent had obviously restrained his strength at the last moment, otherwise he would not just be simply knocked away. Even if he was wearing protective clothing, he might be severely injured, and a few broken ribs would be inevitable.
There was a wave of applause, and the freshmen looked at Lu Chen standing there with admiration.
It is not uncommon for students in the academy to defeat fighting teachers, but there are only a handful of cases where the winner is determined by one move, and it is even unprecedented.
“Er Tian Yi Yi is indeed an excellent genre, but its shortcomings are also obvious.”
Lu Chen stood there and shook his head.
"May I ask Mr. Lu what your opinion is?"
As a teacher, Miyamoto Yoshiyuki was defeated by his students, but he did not feel ashamed and angry amidst the thunderous applause of the new students. He was able to calm down and ask Lu Chen for his opinion, which shows that his reputation as a swordsman master is genuine.
"It is only suitable for the strong to bully the weak, and is not good at dealing with strong enemies."
Lu Chen cut to the point with one stroke. There was also this sect in Japan in his previous life, and he had some knowledge of it in the army. For him, it was considered a more practical sect because no one was stronger than him, but that was in his previous life.
Although there are some subtleties in the two-day first-class technique, its core point is still to have great strength. To put it simply, force defeats cleverness.
To put it more unpleasantly, it means that he is too strong to swing things around.
This style has obvious advantages in overcoming enemies. It is simple and crude. With a physical advantage, it can overwhelm the enemy and make it breathless.
But as he said, facing strong enemies is not agile enough, and although he has not seen the dragons in this world, they are definitely stronger than most ordinary hybrids.
"It's a novel statement, but Lu Jun's words are not unreasonable. I just didn't expect you to be a teacher not long after the class started. It seems that your original teacher is also an amazing master."
Miyamoto Yoshiyuki was a little emotional.
He had taken the cold weapon fighting class several times, and this was the third class. He only came to supervise Lu Chen because he found that Lu Chen was just standing aside and watching without practicing.
He had heard that Lu Chen ran a martial arts gym in his hometown and had a certain understanding of cold weapons. He wanted to defeat this kid and make him understand that there are mountains beyond the mountains and there are people beyond the people, so he devoted himself to learning from then on.
But he didn't expect that he would be the one to realize this truth in the end.
"If the master knows that a kendo master like Miyamoto-sensei praises him so much, he will be very happy."
Lu Chen smiled, put down his bamboo sword and stepped forward to shake hands with the teacher.
Thunderous applause sounded again.
What a friendly scene. The S-class not only showed its powerful strength, but also revealed its extraordinary pattern.
Don't be arrogant or impetuous, advance and retreat in a controlled manner.
"What a pity. If your teacher hadn't passed away, I would have met him."
Yoshiyuki Miyamoto felt regretful, and then looked at the freshmen: "Practice quickly, I hope more and more people can knock me down like Mr. Lu, because that means fewer and fewer people will die on the battlefield. "
These short words lifted the freshmen's spirits and filled them with admiration for their teachers.
"Classmate Lu, please use it~"
A sound like a silver bell, standard Chinese.
After Lu Chen returned to the crowd, a towel was handed to him, but he didn't sweat at all. The victory or defeat only took a moment.
The person who handed him the towel was a new student of the Lionheart Club, Milanla Bellisson, from France, with standard Germanic-Latin ancestry characteristics, and her tawny hair was a bit white under the sunlight. Her fair and delicate face was lightly made up. When Lu Chen looked directly at her, instead of being shy, she moved forward more boldly.
However, Lu Chen took two steps to the side, took an unopened bottle of mineral water from Chu Zihang, and drank it, which was a disguised rejection of the other party.
Recently, a group of Lu Chen's suitors have appeared in the academy, and among them, the members of the Lion Heart Club, headed by Miranla, are even more enthusiastic. They all believe that first come first, first come first, is an unchanging truth since ancient times.
However, they were all avoided by Lu Chen, not to mention that he would not stay in this world for long.
Just talking about the type he likes, it's not like this.
As a native Oriental in his previous life, he likes girls who are reserved, conservatively dressed, gentle and pleasant.
Of course, the most important thing is to be strong and able to fight, and it would be even better if you can spar with him.