If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

When Lin Nian ran to the class location, the classroom was already full of people. After seeing Lin Nian come in, everyone was not too surprised. After all, they were all familiar faces after attending class for several days, and Lin Nian also recognized a few of them. There are several names of students, but among them the one with the best relationship and whom I can basically talk to every day is only Caesar Gattuso.

The classroom of the Cold Weapons Course is a relatively spacious gym that can accommodate a hundred people. The wooden floor has been polished so smooth that you have to take off your shoes before stepping on it. The light emitted by the hanging lamp in the corner of the ceiling above your head is gentle and gentle. Under the dazzling white light, there was a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall directly in front, with the word '道' written in cursive on it. Lin Nian was quite familiar with this kind of environment. The classroom environment was no different from the Kendo Hall in the Children's Palace.

Caesar nodded slightly when he saw Lin Nian walking in. Lin Nian also nodded and said hello, and walked to him and said, "Good morning, why are you here so early today? You usually come here at the right time." .”

"Because there is bad news." Caesar folded his hands and looked at the empty gym as if examining it. The wall not far away was replaced by a huge mirror, reflecting everyone's every move.

"Bad news? What bad news? Are you going to take a test?" Lin Nian bent down to straighten his socks and lightly jumped twice to try to feel the grip.

"No, it's just other things. If I remember correctly, is this your first cold weapons class?" Caesar asked, looking at Lin Nian, who was half a head shorter than him.

"Yeah, what, is the class difficult?" Lin Nian stopped warming up.

"It's not difficult. Basically, the teacher demonstrates how to use some practical moves with cold weapons. After gradually breaking down the movements, students are asked to practice in pairs. Finally, every student goes to the teacher to practice it once and then the get out of class is over. .”

"What did you teach in the last class?" Lin Nian asked curiously.

"Dagger fighting skills, control of pace, rhythm and distance, and finally demonstrated how to grab a knife with bare hands." Caesar raised his head and gestured to a wooden shelf in the corner not far away, on which there were a lot of rubber items. Weapons ranging from daggers to daggers, bamboo swords to nunchucks.

"Is it practical?" Lin Nian asked curiously.

"Mixed races are born with stronger motor nerves and reflexes than ordinary people. Have you ever seen girls in the gym doing flying dunks and bullfighting blocks?" Caesar said: "For ordinary people, if you encounter an enemy with a knife, you should hurry up. It's better to run or find weapons, but hybrids can use their physical strength and technical training to achieve extraordinary results."

"Then what was the bad news you said before?" Lin Nian glanced around. It was almost time for class but no teacher came in.

"This bad news is not for everyone, but only for you and me." Caesar crossed his arms and flexed his muscles: "The usual teachers are the retired SEALs from the school department, but I heard today that they brought a temporary teacher to teach us."

"Temporary teacher?" Lin Nian couldn't think of anyone who was more familiar with cold weapons than the tough guys from the school engineering department who had been SEALs. Any one of those tough guys could be directly qualified to be the T-in the Terminator. 800 was taken.

"This has to do with the curriculum of our class. In the last class we learned dagger fighting, and in the next class we learned sticks. In this class we learn swordsmanship."

"Swordsmanship?" Lin Nian was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"The bad news is that the temporary instructor they are looking for is the director of the Kendo Department of the Student Union. Guess who it is?"

Lin Nian didn't guess, because there was no need to guess. He finally knew why Caesar said it was bad news.

At this time, the door of the gymnasium was opened again. Caesar and Lin Nian were the first to look over, but they were both stunned because the person who walked in was not the Japanese with a high ponytail as they imagined. The man who stepped onto the wooden floor was an old gentleman, with gray hair and eyes that seemed to hide a lion. His suit was bulging with muscles, which was completely unlike the figure that an old man of this age could have.

"Principal?" Most of the people in the classroom shouted in surprise.

Hilbert Jean Angers walked into the crowd with a smile and lifted the cuffs on his wrists and walked to the front: "It seems you don't welcome me?"

Everyone shook their heads like rattles, and some female students even covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming uncontrollably. Angers' reputation in this college was so high that he was sought after and respected like a star.

"Brother Caesar, it seems your information is wrong." Lin Nian bumped Caesar with his elbow.

"My news will not be wrong." Caesar gestured to Lin Nian to look at the door of the gym, where a boy walked in quietly and was slipping on his shoes and adjusting his socks. That person was the banquet of Anbo Hall. Isshin Miyamoto, the head of the Kendo Department whom Shi Linnian met.

"I heard that today's class is kendo, so I temporarily changed my schedule to give a lesson to the freshmen." Angers glanced at all the students in school uniforms: "The purpose of running Kassel College is the best. With the teaching staff and teaching conditions, there is probably no one in the academy who is more qualified than me to teach you the art of swordsmanship."

"The principal knows kendo?" Lin Nian was a little surprised.

"More than that, look at his wrist." Caesar whispered.

Lin Nian cast his gaze to the front of the crowd and was stunned. What he saw on Ange's wrist with his sleeves rolled up was not a watch or a gold bracelet, but a colorful tattoo. There was no doubt that it was an extension of a large area of ​​tattoo. Come out part of it.

"What the hell, the principal has been in the underworld?" Lin Nian also lowered his voice.

"Authentic Japanese underworld. When I first came to the school, I looked up the resume of Principal Ange out of interest. The principal is over 130 years old. When the US military landed in Japan, the principal was on the warship that was the first batch to set foot on Japanese territory. The principal there met his kendo friend Danio Iwa Fudosai. The two studied Miyamoto Musashi's "Two Ten First Class" swordsmanship, and by the way established a Japanese branch. Before leaving and returning to the United States, they passed the formal kendo trial and obtained the title of "Juban". The nickname of '."

"'Juban Da'? Are you not mistaken? The principal is still a sword master?" Lin Nian couldn't help but feel his cheeks getting cold.

"It's called 'Juban Da'. At that time, there was no kendo test in Japan. The graduation test was one against one or one against many. At that time, the sword masters in the field of Japanese kendo could only be 'one against five' or 'one against seven'." ', but the principal hit him ten times without any injuries." Caesar's gaze fell on Angers through the crowd: "The principal is more than 130 years old this year, and it was probably decades ago when he received the title of Sword Master. Yes, there is a saying in Japanese kendo that the older you get, the better you become. How many times can you say that the current principal can fight?"

"Although there are age requirements for kendo exams, the principal has reached this level. 'Several fights' have nothing to do with age, right?" Lin Nian imagined himself standing alone in the center of the empty gym, surrounded by ten people holding real weapons. The enemy of knives may be able to hold on to three or four knives when the attack is launched, but the next moment he will be chopped into pieces by six or seven other knives.

"Just because ordinary people can't do it doesn't mean that hybrids can't do it, let alone Hilbert Jean Angers, who is known as a natural dragon slayer. The principal is very strong, especially strong, so no matter whether he is a freshman or a sophomore in the college In his junior year, the commissioner of the executive department was very impressed by him, and when he mentioned the principal, the only word he could think of was "invincible."" Caesar whispered.

"Hey, you look so awesome."

"Awesome?"

"Chinese slang, meaning powerful."

"The principal is indeed awesome." Caesar nodded in agreement.

"That's awesome." Lin Nian also nodded, and suddenly something came to his mind: "Wait a minute, Caesar, did you just say that there is a link in the cold weapons class where you have to practice with the teacher in actual combat?"

"Yes, that's right."

Lin Nian turned his head and glanced at Caesar, and found that the other party was also looking at him. The emotions in their eyes were surprisingly consistent, and they were both uncontrollable and eager to try!

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Angers, who is known as the strongest hybrid, is right in front of him. This class must find an opportunity to beat the old sword master, the principal!