The strongest talent

It's okay not to say "convinced", but as soon as I said it, the atmosphere in the classroom exploded instantly!

"Use mine." In the sixth row of the classroom, a young student with a sallow face threw a dark black alloy sword: "S-class alloy sword, the name of the knife is 'Black Cutter', Assistant Professor Yuan, you can cut it as you please, and it will break." It’s my fault, you don’t have to pay for it!”

The students laughed loudly - this group of students, who were either rich or noble, had already investigated Yuan Qing's details clearly. They knew that he was born in the Jian base and was an orphan. He was so poor that he didn't even have an S-class sword. No, he couldn't afford to pay. What's more, a mere fourth-level spiritual warrior couldn't destroy an S-level sword. The material was not just casual, it was enough to break through the defense of a lord-level mutant beast.

"The knife is good." Yuan Qing caught the alloy sword, held two swords in his arms at random, and praised: "The knife weighs 26 kilograms and is 1.13 meters long. It is considered a standard standard... This classmate, what is your name?"

The students looked at each other with fire in their eyes.

What the hell, it’s been a month, you don’t even know our names, are you looking down on us so much? The mental processing speed of a fourth-level spiritual warrior is very fast. It only takes ten minutes to remember the names and looks of more than 600 people... This Yuan Qing doesn't regard us as students at all, and doesn't take us to heart at all!

"My name is Huang Dongdong. My family is a blacksmith. My whole family is poor." The waxy student who just threw the knife was holding back his anger: "Yuan Qing...Assistant Yuan, why are you asking my name?"

Blacksmith, poor man? To be assigned to Class A1, his family background should be that of a large weapons manufacturer. He throws out an S-class sword casually. If he wants to be poor, there will be no rich people in China.

Yuan Qing nodded and said with a smile: "Huang Dongdong, right? Since it is your sword, I will teach you a lesson alone and come to the podium."

Huang Dongdong paused his feet, rolled his body continuously in the air, and landed firmly on the podium with a loud bang, about three meters away from Yuan Qing. He opened his stance and shouted: "I am only at level 3, and I know I can't beat you. If you have the ability, you can Press down to the third level, and I can defeat you without a knife!"

"Okay." Yuan Qing squeezed his heart, and the emerald-green spirit bridge node in the center of his heart slowly extinguished. Then he raised the knife in his hand and smiled slightly: "You let go and attack, I only use the rotation technique. As long as you touch my clothes, You don’t need to rush me, I’ll leave Kyoto Academy on my own.”

Huang Dongdong is not very tall, only a little over 1.7 meters, and his figure is a bit thin, but his personality is extremely violent. Without saying a word, he rushes up, slashes out with a hand knife, and goes straight to Yuan Qing's left chest; under the hand knife, the air was easily torn open by him, making a cracking sound of "chi".

Yuan Qing moved his steps, twisted his waist, and quickly rotated his body in a full circle. At the same time, he raised the alloy sword in his hand and touched Huang Dongdong's hand knife with the blade.

Bang!

Huang Dongdong's hand knife was deflected by the force of the rotation, and his steps were a little frivolous. Yuan Qing's left hip pressed against him, and he flew out in a spin. He fell to the ground with a snap, then spun around again, and then finally Holding still, he got up in embarrassment, his face full of shock and anger.

"You are the most useless student in our class." Tong Lin waved the pointer and made a gesture of whipping him. She laughed and scolded: "Isn't it embarrassing? Go back to your seat!"

Huang Dongdong looked dissatisfied and returned to his seat angrily. He held the edge of the guest table with both hands and gritted his teeth.

At this time, the students felt that something was not right. Many students who stood up to prepare for the challenge looked at each other, and their minds were a little loose - something was wrong just now. Is Assistant Yuan's rotation power that strong? He spun, probably because his bottom plate was unstable. Why was Huang Dongdong knocked away all of a sudden? He has a very solid foundation and is not as useless as Teacher Tong said!

"Is there any other students who want to challenge?" Yuan Qing shook the knife in his hand and laughed softly: "Everyone can rest assured that I am sensible and will not let anyone get hurt."

The students who stood up made eye contact with each other. Slowly, students sat down one after another. Only the short-haired student Li Jinming and the young student Zhou Yuan were left in the first row, as well as the female student Liang Yanqiu and the slightly chubby student in the second row. Zhu Tonghai.

"Little pig, go up and try." Li Jinming turned around and shouted, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Show your true skills and don't embarrass our A1 class!"

In the second row of the classroom, Zhu Tonghai walked up to the podium carrying a golden thick-backed machete. His head was round, his cheeks were full of fat, and his smile was a little honest: "Assistant Yuan, my family owns a restaurant. If you can beat me, come to my house." You can eat for free, if you lose to me, hehe..."

"There is no need to waive the bill. You have to spend the money you should spend, and your money is not blown by the strong wind." Yuan Qing stood holding the knife casually, and lightly hooked it with his left hand: "Come on, show me your hand."

The honest smile on Zhu Tonghai's face suddenly disappeared. His fat body rushed forward quickly, with silver light shining all over his body. He held the knife in his right hand and pushed the back of the knife with his left hand. During the charge, he squatted slightly. The knife in his hand vibrated and flicked, and the knife speed suddenly increased. Speed ​​up, like a golden light!

"This sword is good, it exerts a lot of power." Yuan Qing tilted and spun on the spot, slammed his left palm on the ground of the podium, rotated and raised the alloy sword in his right hand, and the tip of the sword shook Zhu Tonghai's blade hard.

Clang!

An extremely crisp metal trembling sound sounded, and Zhu Tonghai's jaw collapsed. His fingers could not hold the handle of the knife. The machete in his hand spun and rolled, flying towards a third-level student in the back row of the classroom; and the student reached out to grab the knife, His arm was pulled by the force of the knife, and his body involuntarily bumped into the desk behind him.

hiss!

More than 600 students in the classroom took a deep breath, and almost all of them opened their eyes wide with surprise on their faces - the knife was blown away, but it still had such a strong rotation force. Is the spinning technique really that strong? !

"I didn't judge your strength accurately enough. I used a little too much force just now." Yuan Qing smiled apologetically: "Little pig... let's call it that for now. Is your right hand okay?"

Zhu Tonghai lowered his head and looked at the tiger's mouth on his right hand - there were a few bloody holes, and blood was oozing out. It was not serious... Wait, what did he just say? His judgment was inaccurate and he exerted a little more force. Didn't he use his full strength? !

"I'm convinced." Zhu Tonghai took out a milk tablet and chewed it in his mouth. A faint white mist emerged from the mouth of his right hand. The wound recovered quickly. He was not discouraged at all. As he returned to his seat, he turned to look at Li Jinming and Liang Yanqiu: " Hehe, I think you two are in trouble, Assistant Coach Yuan has really strong hands and can spin hard enough, so if you still want to get on stage, be careful."

Zhu Tonghai returned to his seat, and the third-level student threw the knife to him; Li Jinming gritted his teeth and turned to look at Liang Yanqiu: "You go up or me?... Are you a swordsman and have skill, or you first?" superior!"

Liang Yanqiu nodded, walked up to the podium carrying an alloy long sword, bowed slightly, and said politely: "Assistant Professor Yuan, my sword is SS level. You don't have to worry. If Huang Dongdong's sword is damaged, I will pay for it."

Yuan Qing was speechless for a while.

These are children from what kind of families, S-level, SS-level, this level of alloy combat knives. I used to dream of getting one, but they just gave it to their children to use casually, and they didn't seem to care much about it. Huang Dongdong said just now that he could cut it as he pleased and there was no need to pay compensation if it was damaged. This Liang Yanqiu said that she would pay for it - they are all owners who are not short of money!

"Don't worry, it won't be broken." Yuan Qing relaxed naturally and held the alloy sword in his right hand: "Classmate Liang, whether the sword is light or heavy, just take action."

Liang Yanqiu nodded again and took a slight step forward. The alloy sword in his hand suddenly thrust out without any warning. There seemed to be no air resistance. The deceleration was significantly faster than Zhu Tonghai's sword speed. The sword body trembled slightly, and the angle of the shot seemed to be fine-tuning rapidly. It was impossible to tell where the tip of her sword landed.

"S-level secrets, Wind and Drizzle Sword, she used the second style - Misty Rain." Yuan Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped forward with his left foot, rotated his body again, and set off a swirling airflow around his body, using the sword in his hand to fight back His back made slight contact with the tip of her sword, and then his wrists twisted and held each other.

Cang!

A strange sound of metal friction sounded, and Liang Yanqiu stumbled. Unable to stop his body momentum, he rushed four or five steps crookedly, and rushed directly off the podium. He took another step diagonally and almost fell down.

"Eh?!" Tong Lin's eyes lit up instantly as she sat watching the battle at the door of the classroom.

Yuan Qing used cleverness to overcome cleverness with this sword, and at the same time coordinated with the rotational force... The key is that he knows the Bullying Wind and Drizzle Sword very well and knows the subtle changes in the swordsmanship - this is a breaking move, completely crushing Liang Yanqiu!

"In a month in the library, I have mastered S-level sword skills, sword skills, spear skills, ax skills... more than 1,600 copies." Yuan Qing looked at Liang Yanqiu, who was confused, and felt a little hot in his heart - —The Wind-Breaking Rain Sword she used is also included in the library. Even if it is not available, the Martial Emperor Sword, which has been improved again with intelligence, can also be easily cracked. This is the harvest of that month!

Liang Yanqiu looked down at the alloy sword in his hand, and her small lips moved a few times, as if she wanted to say something. After thinking about it, she turned around and bowed slightly to Yuan Qing: "Assistant Yuan, I lost. Please teach me the spinning skills. I feel like the Bully Wind and Rain Sword can be improved."

Yuan Qing nodded slowly.

This Liang Yanqiu is very smart. He can figure out in such a short time that after adding spinning skills, even S-level swordsmanship has room for improvement. For example, the Huangshui folding wave knife created by the King of Plateau added rotation, sprinting, shock... After improvement by Zhinao, it was the original version of the Emperor Wu knife, which was greatly increased in power!

Liang Yanqiu returned to his seat. Li Jinming's face was already a bit ugly. He and Liang Yanqiu were similar in strength and self-aware. Yuan Qing had something, and his spinning skills were very exquisite. He would not be flattered by being on stage, but would only be embarrassed. The only hope now is...

"Brother Zhou!" Li Jinming suddenly became excited and turned to look at Zhou Yuan on his right.

At the center of the first row, Zhou Yuan gently rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, slowly lowered his fingers, and slowly turned his head: "Li Jinming, don't do it. Assistant Yuan's knife skills are not that simple. We need to verify whether the rotation technique is suitable for everyone." The scale is widespread, I have a way, maybe I can give it a try.”

After saying that, Zhou Yuan walked up to the podium and waved the alloy sword in his hand: "Assistant Professor Yuan, I want to discuss the eight bloody battle styles with you. Please give me your advice."