Luo Yuan paused for a moment and suddenly laughed. He was sick of such arrogant and self-righteous people. Crazy Mr. Wang was one of them, and now he had met another one. If he was not mistaken, he would meet more people in the future.
Looking at Luo Yuan's sarcastic smile, Fang Peibin suddenly sensed danger. His hair stood on end and his muscles tightened. Suddenly, Luo Yuan's arm shook slightly. When he realized what had happened, he was shocked to find that the wooden sword in his hand had disappeared.
He was shocked and tried his best to control his urge to retreat. He stared at Luo Yuan with a serious expression.
Luo Yuan held the hilt of the sword and gently stroked the surface of the blade. A faint light flashed and countless sawdust fell like flour. As he stroked it, the thick-backed machete became thinner. He shook his wrist and swung the blade to make sure that the weight was just right. Only then did he feel comfortable in his hand.
The people around were not surprised that Luo Yuan had thinned the surface of the sword with his bare hands. After all, except for Minister Ren, they were all evolved people. They were used to the magic of evolution.
Instead, they were fascinated by Luo Yuan's casual swinging of the sword.
Especially Fang Peibin, he was watching Luo Yuan's every move without blinking. He looked like he was in a trance. He was different from the ordinary evolved people before the apocalypse. He was originally a martial arts master in a traditional martial arts school. He was proficient in swords, spears, staffs, and fists, so he could see more clearly than the others.
At this moment, whether it was the way Luo Yuan held the sword or the way he stood, it was as if he had practiced a lot. It was natural and natural, giving people a strong sense of beauty.
"I'll just show you a few moves. There's no need to fight. I don't want to hurt our friendship," Luo Yuan said casually.
The onlookers heaved a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed.
Fang Peibin knew that Luo Yuan was giving him a way out. Whether it was the fact that Luo Yuan could take the sword from his hand without him noticing or the strong martial arts foundation that was revealed in his every move, he had no chance of winning. No, it was a crushing defeat. They were not on the same level at all.
Luo Yuan walked briskly towards the center of the training field and stood still.
The people around him were watching Luo Yuan's every move without blinking, afraid that they would miss something interesting. Luo Yuan took a light breath, and the next moment, his body became blurry. At the same time, he heard a sound that broke through the sound barrier. Vaguely, a white line crossed the space and flashed in the air.
Luo Yuan had already returned to his original position, as if he had not moved at all.
Everyone's expressions were solemn as they looked at each other in shock. This was especially true for Li Dong and Xie Junhui. They had seen Luo Yuan's speed before. Although his speed had been shocking, it was not to the extent that they could not catch him.
However, just now, when Luo Yuan was attacking, they could only see a blurry figure striding forward and slashing with his sword before returning to his original position. All the movements were done in one go, from being extremely quiet to extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he had completed an attack. It felt like a cobra that was about to hunt for its prey, and his movements were as fast as lightning.
The speed of running and the speed of attacking were completely different.
Before the apocalypse, a well-trained boxer could punch at a speed of 20 meters per second, which was almost twice the speed of running. Thanks to the understanding of the system, Luo Yuan could instantly mobilize 80% of his muscles when he attacked. His instantaneous attack speed could reach three to four times the speed of his running speed. His instantaneous attack speed was about 200 meters per second, which was 720 kilometers per hour.
The others could barely see it, but ordinary people like Minister Ren could not see anything at all. They could only hear the movement.
Next, Luo Yuan demonstrated all the basic movements of the sword. There was an obvious pause between each movement.
Every attack caused the air to surge, forming a white sword aura. This white sword aura was not condensed from Will, but a destructive high-speed airflow caused by the speed of the sword.
This was the first time Luo Yuan had encountered this kind of sword aura. The Zhanmadao was too sharp, so there was not much air resistance when he swung it. Only a blunt sword like this would have such a phenomenon.
However, this kind of sword aura not only hindered the speed of swinging the sword, but its power was also very limited. The most it could do was to leave a scratch on the rock, which was nothing compared to the sword aura. As long as it was a mutated beast that was above the blue level, it would not be able to cause any damage.
After a round of practice, Luo Yuan's movements started to become coherent. Suddenly, the air around him started to surge, and dust filled the air. Clear white lines jumped across the training field from time to time, leaving shallow marks in front of them.
These white lines suddenly appeared and then disappeared. They became more and more dense, and finally, gradually intertwined into a network.
Everyone retreated until they were about 30 to 40 meters away. Only then did the sense of oppression gradually disappear.
At this moment, Xu Qianshen came out of the bathroom. Just as he walked to the door, a strong wind blew in his face, making his cheeks hurt. He was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, and the wind that was still blowing suddenly disappeared.
Soon, he was attracted by the huge movement in the training field. When he saw it, he took a deep breath and turned to stare at the shadow without blinking.
Luo Yuan's movements were completely textbook. Every movement was smooth and natural, full of beauty, and it was intoxicating to watch.
Soon, Luo Yuan suddenly stopped. The whole training lasted for a full three minutes, but in the eyes of the onlookers, it seemed like only a moment had passed.
The group of people felt a little lost. Fang Peibin slapped his thigh and said regretfully, "I can't believe I didn't get a video just now."
"Normal cameras are useless. I'm afraid we'll have to use a high-speed camera," Li Dong murmured. There was still a trace of shock on his face. This time, the team had probably welcomed a powerful person, and he wondered who was stronger than the leader.
"Then we'll apply for one, but it won't be so troublesome. We'll be teammates in the future, and we can always ask for guidance. Even if we're apprentices," Xie Junhui said excitedly as he looked at Luo Yuan, who was walking towards him.
Fang Peibin looked a little embarrassed. He had tried to provoke Luo Yuan just now, but he did not know how he was going to die. Even if he had used his ability, he was afraid that the result would have been determined under such a terrifying attack speed.
Seeing that Luo Yuan seemed to be walking towards him, he could not help but feel a little unnatural.
"I didn't have time to introduce myself just now, so let's get to know each other again. My name is Luo Yuan." Luo Yuan said with a smile, "I watched the two of you practice together, and there are some problems with your knife skills. It seems like you've developed some bad habits when you first started learning, which caused you to be unable to unleash your full power."
Although Fang Peibin always had a smile on his face, he was actually very hot-tempered. If someone else had said that, Fang Peibin would have been unhappy and pulled out his sleeves to fight. However, facing Luo Yuan, who had just performed a god-like knife skill and been provoked by him before, he was now very excited.
"Brother … Brother Luo, I can feel it now. Can I still change?"
"Just call me Luo Yuan. Of course I can change, but I'm afraid it'll be more painful than a beginner's. I have to start from the basics." Luo Yuan waved his hand and said. Fang Peibin was much older than him, and the way he called him Brother Luo gave him goosebumps.
"As long as Brother Luo is willing to teach me, I'll learn no matter how hard it is. Why don't I become your apprentice?" Fang Peibin looked at Luo Yuan with a burning gaze. He had a fiery personality and was very decisive. Suddenly, he wanted to kneel down, but Luo Yuan held him up.
The next moment, his body suddenly shook violently, and he struggled with all his might. Although he looked thin, his strength was surprisingly strong. Luo Yuan was caught off guard, and he broke free from Fang Peibin's grasp. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
Fang Peibin was a traditional martial arts practitioner, so he naturally knew the rules of apprenticeship.
"Master, please accept my kowtow."
Luo Yuan felt helpless. He had really been forced to be apprenticed, but since Fang Peibin had already kowtowed, he could not reject it. Luo Yuan hesitated and said, "Forget it, get up!"
"Yes, Master!" Fang Peibin said respectfully, "This ceremony is a little simple. I hope you don't mind. We'll hold another one when the team leader and deputy team leader are back."
Xie Junhui pursed his lips at the side. Just a moment ago, he had a look of reluctance on his face, but in the end, he was the one who had proposed it.
However, he was just saying it. As a young man of modern education, if he were to sincerely kowtow like Fang Peibin and acknowledge him as his master, it would be a little embarrassing.
"There's no need to be so troublesome. Just be more casual in the future." Luo Yuan looked at Fang Peibin, who was older than him, but still had a respectful face. He suddenly felt like he was starting a new sect.
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