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This forty-meter-long green steel broadsword lay directly in the middle of the sports field, and the light reflected off its greenish-gray surface … What kind of picture was this? This broadsword looked like a weapon that had been left behind by an ancient demon god in the human world; just looking at it gave off a sense of heaviness.
Everyone was silent.
Teacher Ye also took a deep breath. "Student Fang … doesn't your broadsword have a shrinkage function?"
A lot of large weapons would have a functional "shrinkage talisman" implanted in them during the manufacturing process to ensure that the weapon could be carried around. Logically speaking, this forty-meter-long broadsword should be able to shrink.
But regrettably, Fang Xing shook his head. "This is a relic my father left for me. It's said that during the forging process, the weapon refiner had been traumatized by a breakup and suffered intermittent Alzheimer's disease. At the most critical step in creating this big saber, he wasn't able to put in the contraction talisman."
Everyone: "…"
"…"
For some reason, Wang Ling felt that Fang Xing's experience was shockingly similar to his own. He remembered that it had taken him a lot of effort to cure the old man of intermittent dementia back then.
Teacher Ye broke out in a sweat. "Then Student Fang Xing should use the teaching spirit sword this time … But for the sake of the school's PE class, I suggest that Student Fang Xing equip yourself with a normal-sized spirit saber or spirit sword."
"Very well, Teacher Ye."
Fang Xing nodded and gladly accepted. "That … Teacher Ye, can you help me put this broadsword away?"
The corners of Teacher Ye's mouth twitched. "Can't you put it away yourself?"
Fang Xing sighed. "It's very hard to put this forty-meter-long broadsword back once it's drawn, so I don't usually use it so easily."
Teacher Ye wanted to cry but had no tears. "…"
This broadsword weighed no less than six thousand jin, and Teacher Ye couldn't even keep his balance when he lifted it on his own. The spirit light in the storage space had an automatic acceptance function; as long as a part of an item entered the storage space, it would automatically recognize it and accept it.
But when this forty-meter-long broadsword was placed on the sports field, because it was so big, the hilt was more than two meters above the ground.
In the end, Teacher Ye found another PE teacher in the office, and the two of them picked up the knife together and slowly placed the hilt in Fang Xing's school uniform pocket.
This scene was a little bizarre, but Wang Ling somehow felt that this Fang Xing was hiding something.
Because when he put the knife back into Fang Xing's pocket, Wang Ling clearly felt Jingke tremble slightly in his hand.
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Because of this knife, the physical education class was delayed for a full 15 minutes, and the warm-up exercises before the class officially started. No. 60 High's sports field wasn't big; one lap was only 400 meters long. Usually, during the warm-up, Teacher Ye would ask the students to control their swords and jog at a constant speed for 4000 meters in four minutes, which was ten laps.
However, this time, because they had wasted too much time, Teacher Ye also raised the requirements. She limited the boys' time to two minutes and the girls' time to three minutes.
Jogging while controlling the sword was already quite difficult, and now that the time was shortened, the group of boys could only complain endlessly. Wang Ling jogged in the middle of the line. He didn't feel much for this kind of Foundation Establishment basic training, and just treated himself as a sparring partner. Furthermore, he didn't need to control Jingke at all, since Jingke was conscious.
Super Chen led the boys in running at the front of the line. Although he looked very tired, Wang Ling felt that Super Chen could clearly continue. Before entering No. 60 High, Super Chen had been a sports talent, and was more outstanding than most of the people here in terms of endurance.
In contrast, Dopey Guo was already drenched in sweat by the fourth lap, and vaguely looked like he was going to fall behind.
Master of Dopey had a big heart and a fat body. As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, jogging naturally wasn't a problem, but controlling a sword while jogging was very demanding. It was already very difficult for Dopey Guo to run when he used the teaching spirit sword to warm up. This time, he had to control his personal spirit sword to run, which consumed a lot of spirit energy.
Of course, Wang Ling was right behind Dopey Guo. With just a thought, he could make it easier for Dopey Guo to run. But doing so would only harm him. The Foundation Establishment basic training classes at this stage were still very important; the foundation now was directly linked to the upper limit of future realm growth.
Thus, Wang Ling didn't make a move from beginning to end.
On the seventh lap, Wang Ling noticed that all the students around him were already drenched in sweat. He immediately manipulated his spirit energy to condense the moisture in the air onto the surface of his skin to make it look like he was sweating.
Otherwise, it would really look too strange if everyone around him was sweating while he himself wasn't sweating at all.
After two minutes of jogging, Dopey Guo directly collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Super Chen propped himself up on his knees and kicked Dopey Guo's thigh to get him up and walk around.
After that, the girls' jogging warm-up was also over. Apart from Lotus Sun, the rest of the girls weren't in much better shape.
Bored to death, Wang Ling sat on the side to rest. Most of the people here looked like they were about to die from exhaustion. Apart from himself, there was also … Fang Xing.
After ten laps, Fang Xing's face wasn't red and he wasn't out of breath, which shocked Teacher Ye. He felt that this transfer student's physical strength was too good. Even if he was jogging with the teaching spirit sword, he shouldn't have been this relaxed. And most importantly, he had deliberately set a time limit for the boys.
"Student Fang's physical strength isn't bad!" Teacher Ye couldn't help praising him.
Fang Xing rubbed his head in embarrassment and appeared very modest. "My original school was at the foot of a mountain, and I had to walk twenty thousand steps to class every day. Maybe I learned it then."
"I see." Teacher Ye nodded. He had heard of Fang Xing's school: Tianshi Imperial High School, the strictest private boarding school for aristocrats in Jinghua city.
"Your results are outstanding!" Teacher Ye looked at the blue notebook and stopwatch in his hands.
He had recorded the time just now. In the last three laps, Fang Xing had clearly sped up, and directly overtook Super Chen, who was at the front of the pack, to finish his warm-up first. Overall, he had finished faster than Super Chen, in just a minute and a half.
"In two weeks, our district sports meet will begin. I want you and Classmate Chen to represent the boys in our school in the sword control relay race. "Teacher Ye stared at Fang Xing and made his request.
Unexpectedly, Fang Xing immediately agreed. "No problem, Teacher Ye."
"If you use a normal spirit sword to jog, do you think you'll consume enough spirit energy? How about you take a break and we'll test it out again? "Teacher Ye said.
"Alright, Teacher Ye." Fang Xing nodded lightly.
"I'll help you borrow a spirit sword first!"
Teacher Ye looked around. "Is there anyone willing to lend their spirit sword to Classmate Fang Xing?"
"No need, Teacher Ye, I'll borrow it myself."
Fang Xing smiled and waved his hand.
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