kingnovel Chapter 366: Combat Training Begins, Sword Master Shows His Edge
Chapter 366: Combat Training Begins, Sword Master Shows His Edge
The afternoon sun shines through the windows of the training ground, casting a golden glow.
Zhou Ping'er put her hands behind her back, cleared her throat, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Everyone, let's start the afternoon's practical training from now on!"
The students immediately became excited and were eager to try. However, Zhou Ping'er's next words made them all stand there in a daze.
"However, before we start training, we have one very important thing to do."
Zhou Ping'er pointed to the pile of dishes and chopsticks beside her, "These dishes need everyone to work together to clean them. Only then can this be considered a true warm-up exercise."
"Ah?" Cao Yuanhai's jaw dropped in shock. "Master Sword Saint, is washing dishes considered a warm-up?"
Fatty Baili looked helpless and shrugged: "Well, it seems that I am destined to be with the oil today."
Wu Hen watched all this with great interest, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips.
After a period of chaos, everyone finally washed up the piles of dishes.
After washing the dishes, everyone was so tired that they couldn't even lift their arms. Zhou Ping'er looked at them with a smile: "Warm-up is over, now let's start the actual combat training. Who goes first?"
"I'll do it!" Cao Yuanhai stood up impatiently. He had long wanted to fight with the Sword Saint.
Zhou Ping'er picked up a wooden chopstick from the table, twirled it casually in her hand, and said with a smile, "Cao Yuanhai, please!"
Cao Yuanhai was annoyed when he saw Zhou Ping'er using chopsticks to fight him. He shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed in an instant. The sword flashed like lightning and rushed straight towards Zhou Ping'er.
"So fast!" Fatty Baili exclaimed, and the others also stared at the field intently.
However, facing Cao Yuanhai's swift attack, Zhou Ping'er appeared unusually calm.
He just waved the wooden chopsticks in his hand lightly and accurately blocked Cao Yuanhai's blade.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Next, the sound of swords clashing rang out one after another, and sparks flew with every collision.
Cao Yuanhai's offensive was like a violent storm, but Zhou Ping'er's defense was as solid as a rock.
In just six seconds, before anyone could react, Cao Yuanhai flew backward like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.
"Fuck!" Fatty Baili cursed, his eyes filled with disbelief. "This...this is too fast!"
Cao Yuanhai struggled to get up from the ground, his face filled with shock and unwillingness: "I... I can't even hold on for six seconds?"
Zhou Ping'er still had a smile on his face, the wooden chopsticks in his hand reflecting the sunlight. "Go on, try again!" He paused, then added, "Draw your sword."
Cao Yuanhai took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and drew his sword again.
The knife flashed, faster and more brutal than before!
However, the result remains the same.
"boom!"
There was another dull thud, and Cao Yuanhai was knocked away again, this time falling farther and harder.
"Come again!" Zhou Ping'er's voice was still calm, but it was like a death warrant, causing Cao Yuanhai's heart to sink suddenly.
The third time, the fourth time... the sixteenth time!
Cao Yuanhai drew his sword again and again, and was knocked away again and again, each time worse than the last.
His body was covered with scars, his face was bruised and his eyes were unfocused. He lay limp on the ground like a rag doll, unable to move.
"Fuck, this is too cruel!" Fatty Baili couldn't help swallowing his saliva as he looked at the scene in front of him, secretly glad that he was not the first one to go on stage.
The other students also looked horrified. Looking at Cao Yuanhai's miserable condition, they seemed to see their own future.
Zhou Ping'er walked up to Cao Yuanhai, looked down at him, and said calmly, "Do you understand where the gap is?"
Cao Yuanhai raised his head with difficulty.
"Speed, strength, skill—you're inferior to me in every way. More importantly, your mind is in turmoil." Zhou Ping'er's voice resonated like thunder in Cao Yuanhai's ears. "Remember, combat isn't just a physical confrontation; it's also a test of will."
Zhou Ping'er turned around and looked at Baili Pang'er: "Next, Baili Pang'er, it's your turn."
Fatty Baili's body trembled violently, and he forced a wry smile on his face. He walked towards the center of the training ground with three steps and three drags, muttering, "It's over, Barbie Q is gone..."
Everyone looked at Baili Pang'er's fearless look and felt a surge of sympathy in their hearts.
"Are you ready?" Zhou Ping'er's voice sounded again, with a hint of teasing in her tone.
Baili Pang'er took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly becoming firm. He slowly raised his hand and began to feel around for something on his body...
"Wait," Baili Pang'er suddenly said, interrupting Zhou Ping'er.
"Let me get ready first."
Baili Fatty's actions confused everyone. He looked like a mobile arsenal.
He took out all kinds of strange things from his body: a tortoise shell engraved with runes, a piece of armor shining with metallic luster, and several layers of unknown soft armor. In the blink of an eye, the whole person was wrapped tightly like a dumpling.
"What's this for? Role-playing Iron Man?"
Wu Hen touched his chin and looked at Baili Pang'er with interest.
"This fat guy is doing something quite fancy." Cao Yuanhai muttered, covering his swollen face.
Fatty Baili took a deep breath, and his equipment made a clacking sound. He glared and shouted, "The universe is in chaos!"
A chaotic light emerged from his body, and a strange energy wave spread out instantly, aiming directly at the wooden chopsticks in Zhou Ping'er's hand.
"What the hell!" Everyone exclaimed. Before they could figure out what was happening, they saw the chopsticks in Zhou Ping'er's hand flying uncontrollably towards Baili Pang'er.
Zhou Ping'er was obviously stunned for a moment.
Baili Pang'er swallowed nervously, his small eyes filled with cunning light, and he grasped the flying chopsticks tightly in his hand, as if he was holding some peerless magic weapon.
"Hehe, I got the Sword Master's chopsticks!" He grinned triumphantly, and the fat on his face squeezed into a ball.
"What...what is this?" Cao Yuanhai's jaw was dislocated again, and he felt that his previous duel was child's play.
"Good boy, this fat guy is quite capable!" Wu Hen whistled.
Zhou Ping'er looked at her empty palms, a playful smile returning to her face. She said lightly, "Interesting. It seems I underestimated you after all."
Fatty Baili held the wooden chopsticks in his hand, and the defensive equipment on his body emitted bursts of light. His whole aura suddenly surged. He took a deep breath and stared at Zhou Ping'er.
"Next, it's my turn to perform!" Baili Pang'er licked his lips excitedly and held the chopsticks tightly in his hand.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes scanning back and forth between Zhou Ping'er and Baili Fatty.
The atmosphere in the training ground suddenly became extremely tense, and a suspenseful battle seemed to be about to begin.
"Are you using these chopsticks smoothly?" Zhou Ping'er raised the corner of her mouth slightly.