It could only be said that the old Secretary was indeed the old Secretary. As the most senior and the most unfathomable senior present, the old Secretary still relied on his many years of experience and unfathomable realm to vaguely detect something unusual about this small wooden sword.
But Wang Ling didn't have to worry about this old Secretary noticing anything.
Looking into Odd Zhuo's memories, he had already read the old Secretary's background very clearly. This was an old senior from that era who had once killed a demon god together with several other founding bigwigs of Huaxiu nation, and was more sensitive to demon god blood than ordinary people.
Thus, as soon as Wang Ling had handed Jingke over, he had attached a confusing aura to Jingke, which was like a protective membrane that wrapped it securely up.
Wang Ling hadn't chosen to completely conceal the aura of the demon god blood, because that would have been very unnatural. Instead, this sort of half-concealing protection would have given the old Secretary an almost misconception. Instead, it would have been better for concealing Jingke's aura.
…
Ever since he had become Deputy Director of the General Administration of 100 Schools, Odd Zhuo felt that it had been a very long time since he had displayed any skills in public. The outside world had always called his unassuming character modest and low-key.
Over time, that Sky-Parting Sword had become a legend …
But the truth was that he really didn't f * * king know how to do it!
Thus, Odd Zhuo's mood had been very complicated when he had been invited to attend the spirit sword exchange meet between his alma mater, No. 60 High School and No. 59 High School.
He didn't think he was a genius. Even when he had advanced to the Golden Core stage, he had inadvertently fallen into a sinkhole and eaten a spirit fruit by mistake when he had been studying agriculture in his second year of high school.
It could be said that Odd Zhuo's life was full of all kinds of lucky coincidences and dramas.
For example, that inexplicable demon rampage six years ago; or that killer maiden who had been arrested yesterday … Who the hell knew how he had taken credit for all these things?
In any case, Odd Zhuo had always felt that ever since he had entered No. 60 High School, if he wasn't winning without doing anything, then he was on the road to winning without doing anything …
No. 60 High School was a place as magical as Bright Longevity Village …
Odd Zhuo stood in the middle of the sports field. At that moment, the whole place was silent, leaving the stage to this old senior who had already graduated many years ago. It had really been too long since he had displayed any skills. Odd Zhuo's heart raced and he was a little nervous.
Ever since he had started working, Odd Zhuo's chances of coming into contact with spirit swords had plummeted like a drop off machine in an amusement park.
He now knew that he needed to find the right feeling, which was an important part of establishing a rapport with the unfamiliar spirit sword in a short period of time.
Theoretically speaking, the Hundred Steps Flying Sword was much simpler than the Sky-Parting Sword. But for high school students who had yet to come into contact with advanced spirit sword courses, this was still a difficult skill that could only be watched by onlookers.
Since it was a high difficulty skill, there was still a possibility of failure …
In front of thousands of eyes, Odd Zhuo raised Jingke and did twenty-three backflips in a row plus three Thomas spins, causing everyone's eyes to follow his figure as he wandered back and forth in the air. The blade of Jingke's sword scraped against the air, leaving a long trail of spirit light in its wake, giving the whole scene a different kind of beauty.
"What an amazing opening!" Tang Jingze and the others were stunned!
There was thunderous applause all around the sports field, and even Old Antique on the rostrum was full of praise. "This is the 'Blink Swordsmanship' passed down by Old Demon Han back then. There are a lot of people who know of this swordsmanship, but those who can execute it so smoothly and smoothly are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns."
"That's right." Even the old Secretary was full of praise. "This swordsmanship isn't very powerful, but it's the best of all swordsmanship in terms of ornamental value. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's in the top ten. Little Zhuozi has been busy with work all these years, but it looks like he's put in a lot of time to practice? "
Little Zhuozi …
Hearing how the old leader addressed Odd Zhuo, the expressions of the school leaders on the rostrum were as wonderful as when Odd Zhuo had heard it himself.
Headmaster Chen and Headmaster Jin couldn't help pondering … for the old Secretary to call Odd Zhuo by such an intimate title … this relationship was really worth pondering!
"Senior Zhuo is really amazing. Why is this swordsmanship called 'Blink Swordsmanship'?" Feather Lin had a puzzled expression on her face.
Master of Dopey snorted in the manner of an elder. "Didn't you notice that you didn't even blink when Senior Zhuo showed off his swordsmanship? Blink Swordsmanship excels in its elegance; the more perfect it is, the more people can't take their eyes off it. During the Battle of Shimen back then, cultivators who were proficient in swordsmanship on the battlefield used this most basic swordsmanship to confuse the enemy's line of sight and coordinate with the army's attack. "
"I see …"
When everyone heard this, they all looked like they were suddenly enlightened.
After a simple dance with Jingke, Odd Zhuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the loudness of the applause, Odd Zhuo felt that his opening performance could be considered a success … After all, he had been competing in swordsmanship with "Blink Swordsmanship" every day since he went to university, and he was even more familiar with it than radio gymnastics and eye exercises!
Even though he had been so busy all these years and rarely had time to touch a spirit sword, Odd Zhuo would still occasionally find time to practice it.
But the opening performance wasn't much …
The performance had just begun.
Odd Zhuo took a deep breath. Next up was the "Hundred Steps Flying Sword."
At that moment, a target had already been set up two hundred meters away from the center of the sports field. The target was only the size of a bowl, and for many Foundation Establishment students, this was already completely out of their field of vision. They could only release their spiritual senses to sense the rough outline of the object.
"This target is too small, it's a lot more difficult!" Director Xie exclaimed on the rostrum.
Headmaster Jin smiled slightly. "Legend has it that General Yi's' Hundred Steps Flying Sword 'can stab a grain of rice from a thousand meters away."
All the leaders and teachers on the rostrum, including the female host, said the same thing in their hearts in unison: F * * k … this is too abnormal!
This was a godly technique which a certain swordsman had used to assassinate an ancient tyrant, and had been passed down through the annals of history. General Yi had perfected the idea and theoretical framework of this swordsmanship based on history.
In the end, it turned out that this legendary godly technique wasn't as complicated as imagined. If the Hundred Steps Flying Sword had a difficulty rating of six stars, it would barely pass at best.
Odd Zhuo had long since memorized the theoretical knowledge of the "Hundred Steps Flying Sword" during his university days, but after putting it into practice at that time, he remembered that his success rate had only been a little over sixty percent …
This was a swordsmanship that was a huge test of technique, timing and explosive power.
"Please, don't drop the ball!" Odd Zhuo cheered himself on in his heart, then raised his sword fingers and slowly swept them across Jingke's blade … aiming at the bowl that was two hundred meters away.
Deep blue spirit energy was attached to Jingke's brown-yellow blade …
Then, he saw it from a distance.
Jingke was trembling violently, like Erkang's uncontrollable hands …
— Not good!
His intuition told him that Jingke was very repulsed by this unfamiliar spirit energy … and was about to go berserk!
And there were two ways Jingke would go berserk …
The first was that Jingke would produce near-destructive power, and the sword waves within a radius of ten thousand li would cause a powerful earthquake!
But this could almost be ruled out, because if it really happened, Wang Ling's eyelid warning system would have automatically gone into a ghostly state long ago.
Then, if the first possibility was ruled out, there was only the second one left …
Wang Ling covered his eyes, having a feeling that something painful was about to happen.
…
Odd Zhuo never expected Jingke to reject his spirit energy so much. Usually, the best way to deal with a spirit sword's rejection was to slash at the air to dissipate the spirit energy attached to the sword …
Odd Zhuo had done the same.
But this hadn't been able to stop Jingke from going berserk …
The moment Odd Zhuo slashed down with his sword …
Whoosh!
On the rostrum, the old Secretary, who had been sitting peacefully in his seat, was inexplicably pulled out by a powerful gravitational force, and his pants were directly wrapped around by the blade of the sword and directly ripped to shreds!
Then, two gigantic legs were revealed …
Hairy legs …
Before anyone could react, this inexplicable gravitational fluctuation had already subsided.
Then, everyone was horrified to find that the old Secretary's two legs were firmly wrapped around Odd Zhuo's shoulders.
His leg hair, which was as thick and thick as long johns, danced in the breeze …
"…"
Wang Ling was speechless at this scene.
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