Starting From the Dragon Clan To Penetrate the World

　　 Anji looked at Lu Chen walking out of the classroom, and put away his textbooks.

　　 He has said enough today. Even though he knows that Lu Chen has already fought against the out-of-control hybrids, Lu Chen still lacks actual combat. This child did not realize the cruelty of the dragon world.

　　 He hopes that in the freshman year of the war practice class, he can add some strength to the forging progress of this meteorite iron.

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　　 Lu Chen’s days at Kassel College were unpretentious, but not boring.

　　 In addition to those cultural classes, his favorite is his elective cold weapon fighting class.

　　In the combat course, there are roughly two types, one is the close combat class which is purely on the body, and the other is the cold weapon combat class.

　　Lu Chen didn't take the close combat class, mainly because he also read a lot of materials in the library these days. The close combat class taught by the college is too pediatric for him.

　　 In fact, the cold weapon fighting class is the same, but Chu Zihang chose this course. In view of this, Lu Chen made a trade-off between the two.

　　 So there was this scene in front of me.

　　 The old man in protective clothing was holding bamboo swords in both hands, his figure was low, his breathing was long and leisurely, his eyes were calm, and he gathered on the young man not far away.

　　The young man wore loose sports clothes and no armor. He held a bamboo sword, and his eyes were also locked on his opponent.

　　 A group of freshmen watched not far away, each holding their breath, for fear that they would miss something in the blink of an eye.

　　 Golden Autumn October, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees on both sides exude a refreshing fragrance, the scene is quiet and solemn.

　　 If it weren’t for knowing that this was just a teaching battle, and the two sides were holding bamboo swords again, then the atmosphere now is almost like the ancient swordsmen meeting on a narrow road.

　　 The stalemate was broken after all. It was the petals falling down, blowing the breeze by the lake.

　　 The moment the petals were crushed by the bamboo sword and the breeze rippled across the lake, the sound of the beating sounded the next moment.

　　 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 head is stained with blood, blood is floating in the autumn lake.

　　 is not to compete, but to fight to divide life and death.

　　 "Lu Jun, you are really suitable for two-day first-rate."

The person in charge of this course is an old man exchanged from the Japanese branch, Yoshiyuki Miyamoto. He is a master of kendo. Shinto-ryu and Niten-Tian are both exempted to pass. In addition, he is also good at many. Kind of cold weapon.

He has been teaching at the academy for more than ten years. I don’t know how many students have expressed admiration under his kendo attainments, but only today did he discover that the true meaning of the ancestor Miyamoto Musashi’s ability to beat the world’s invincible hands does not lie in his kendo attainments. It lies in pure blood superiority.

　　 Few people saw what happened in Jinghong's instant before. In the eyes of many freshmen, the S-level freshmen defeated the teacher with a brilliant blow, but this is not the case.

　　As the person involved, Yoshiyuki Miyamoto could tell from Lu Chen's standing posture and the way he exerted his strength that this freshman did have a certain degree of cold weaponry, but the blow that just defeated him didn't use any gorgeous moves or skills.

　　 is just the ultimate fast, the ultimate force.

　　 At the moment when the bamboo sword touched, he felt that he had hit the mountain, and the power fell to him like the sky. The bamboo sword was disconnected instantly, and the next moment he felt his chest flew out.

　　 And he felt that at the last moment the opponent had obviously received some strength, otherwise he would not simply be beaten into the air. Even if he was wearing protective clothing, he might be severely injured. It is inevitable that a few ribs would be broken.

　　 Tide-like applause rang out, and the new students looked at Lu Chen standing in place with admiration.

　　 It’s not uncommon for students in the academy to beat the fighting teachers, but it’s so simple and neat that there are only a handful of cases where one move can tell the winner, even unprecedented.

　　 "Two-day first-class is indeed an excellent genre, but the shortcomings are also obvious."

　　 Lu Chen stood there and shook his head.

　　 "Do you have any opinions on Lu Jun?"

As a teacher, Yoshiyuki Miyamoto was defeated by the students. He was not ashamed in the thunderous applause of the freshmen. He was able to calm down and ask Lu Chen's opinion, which shows that his reputation as a master of kendo is genuine.

　　 "It is only suitable for bullying the weak, and dealing with the strong enemy if they are bad."

　　 Lu Chen cut to the point with a single cut. His previous life also had this genre in the Eastern Kingdom. He had also learned a little about it in the army, and it was a more practical genre for him, because no one was stronger than him, but that was a previous life.

　　 Although there are some subtleties about the two-day first-class, but its core point is still to be strong, in short, it is to break the skill.

　　 To make it more ugly, it is to hold something and wave it with great strength.

　　 The advantages of this genre are obvious. It is simple and rude. With the physical advantage, the enemy that can be suppressed can't breathe.

　　 But as he said, facing strong enemies is not smart enough, and although he hasn't seen the dragons in this world, he is definitely better than most ordinary hybrids.

　　 "It's a novel statement, but Lu Jun's words are not unreasonable, but I didn't expect that you will be a teacher before the course started. It seems that your original teacher is also a great master."

　　 Miyamoto Yoshiyuki was a little emotional.

　　 Cold weapon fighting class has been taken several times, this is the third class, only because he found that Lu Chen was just standing by and not practicing, so he came to supervise it.

　　 He had heard that Lu Chen opened a martial arts gym in his hometown. He had a certain understanding of cold weapons. He wanted to defeat this kid so that he could understand that there are mountains outside the mountains and people outside the world, so he has studied with great concentration.

　　 did not expect to realize this truth, but in the end it was himself.

　　 "My teacher would be very happy if he knew that a kendo master like Miyamoto-sensei praised him this way."

　　 Lu Chen smiled, put down the bamboo sword and shook hands with the teacher.

　　 Thunderous applause sounded again.

　　 What a friendly scene, UU reading www.uukanshu.comS level not only shows its powerful strength, but also reveals an extraordinary pattern.

　　 No arrogance or rashness, advance and retreat with a degree.

　　 "It's a pity, if your teacher had not passed away, I would definitely meet."

Miyamoto Yoshiyuki felt sorry, and then looked at the freshmen: "Hurry up and practice, I hope more and more people can knock me down like Lu Jun, because that means fewer and fewer people will die on the battlefield. "

　　 A short remark brought the freshmen up again, full of admiration for the teacher.

　　 "Student Lu, please use~"

　　Silver bell-like voice, standard Chinese.

　　 After Lu Chen returned to the crowd, a towel was handed over, but he didn't sweat at all, and the outcome was only a moment.

The one who handed him the towel was a freshman of the Lionheart Club, Milana Berison, from France, with the characteristics of standard Germanic mixed Latin descent. His tawny hair was a little white under the sun. The white and delicate face was painted with light makeup, and when Lu Chen looked directly at it, instead of being shy, he approached boldly.

　　 However, Lu Chen walked aside two steps, took an unopened bottle of mineral water from Chu Zihang's hand, and drank it, rejecting the opponent in disguise.

　　 Recently, a group of Lu Chen suitors have emerged in the academy. Among them, the members of the Lionheart Club led by Milana are more enthusiastic, and they all believe that the truth is that the first month of the month near the water is an unchanging truth.

　　 However, they were all avoided by Lu Chen, not to mention that he would not stay in this world for long.

　　 The type he likes is not the same.

　　 As an Asian born and raised in a previous life, he likes girls who are reserved, conservative, and gentle.

　　 Of course, the most important thing is to be strong and able to play, and it would be better to be able to accompany him to learn from each other.