Ferdinand shook his head and smiled as he looked at the interaction between Fang Xingjian and the three Knights.
The leader of the three Knights who cultivated in spear arts was Sandro. The three of them were not only his seniors in the Aristocrat Academy, but they were also one of the experts in the academy. Moreover, their strength lay in their understanding of spear arts and martial techniques.
Disregarding the advantages of attributes and extraordinary strength, they could be ranked in the top ten out of the eighty-odd Knight students in the academy. They were publicly acknowledged as experts in close combat and techniques.
Ferdinand guessed that Fang Xingjian had the intention to make use of the fact that he had challenged six Prefectural Champions in a row to establish his authority in the entire academy, so as to make all the students in the academy his own people.
Of course, he did not know that he had not guessed correctly. Fang Xingjian only wanted to collect sword techniques. However, this did not stop Ferdinand from thinking of ways to help Fang Xingjian.
He had made use of his connections to invite Sandro and the other two because he was sure that Fang Xingjian, who had the same level of strength as them, had the ability to guide the three of them and crush them in terms of martial arts techniques.
As long as he made a name for himself, the number of people who would come to seek guidance from Fang Xingjian would naturally increase.
As someone who had personally tasted the profoundness of Fang Xingjian's sword techniques, Ferdinand firmly believed that as long as all the students in the academy had tried it, no one would be able to resist the temptation of receiving guidance from Fang Xingjian.
As long as one was a knight, he would definitely be intoxicated by the feeling of constantly growing stronger and gaining a thorough understanding of everything.
The truth was similar to what Ferdinand had thought. As the reputation of Fang Xingjian's guidance spread out, especially after the spear arts experts Sandro and the other two admitted that Fang Xingjian's sword techniques were unfathomable and far surpassed any other students or instructors, more and more people came to the Confinement Room to seek guidance from Fang Xingjian.
However, this also affected the students in many aspects.
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In a vast training room, more than ten knight students wielding two-meter-long spears were constantly shaking the spears. Each spear was like a giant python that was constantly shaking, shaking the air and emitting buzzing sounds.
Their spears moved in tandem, chopping, bursting, thrusting, or flicking, displaying the basic skills of the spear.
As for the most experienced knights, the great spears in their hands were like bolts of lightning. Every time they vibrated, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck the sky, stirring up layers of ripples in the air.
An instructor in his fifties with a goatee walked back and forth among the students. He looked at the knights wielding their spears, nodding and shaking his head from time to time.
He was the instructor of this spear skills cram school. Just like the schools on Earth, the instructors here wanted to earn extra income, and the students wanted to improve their skills, so cram schools came into being. And a top-notch instructor like Goatee had to charge two gold coins a month for tuition.
Almost every month, he would be able to earn dozens of gold coins.
"When practicing spear skills, shaking the great spear is the most basic of the basics. The waist and hip must be as one, the eyes and hands must be in sync, the breath must be like thunder, and the spear must be like a dragon. Only by remembering these four points can you increase your physical strength and improve your skills."
After practicing like this for another half an hour, the instructor stopped and said, "Alright, today's warm-up will end here. Next, all of you come and stab me with your great spear."
Stab each other with the great spear was a very cruel method in spear training. After all, the two of them were wielding two-meter-long spears. It was not like fighting with bare hands or swords, where one could hold back. Stab with the great spear would often leave a large hole in the opponent's body, and the opponent would either be dead or heavily injured.
Only a goateed instructor like Zhang Xuan, who had the strength of a pinnacle Knight, and whose opponents were all talented Official Knights, would dare to train in such a manner.
If an ordinary army trained like this, perhaps half of them would die every year.
However, it was this kind of valiant training that could stimulate a person's body, reaction, and mental endurance. It would allow a person to be calm in real battles, and even face death directly.
After the goatee instructor finished speaking, the long spear in his hand trembled violently, emitting a vigorous feeling of power. Everyone felt as if they had suddenly arrived at a battlefield, in the midst of thousands of soldiers and horses, in the midst of a bloody atmosphere.
Clearly, this goatee instructor was not only strong and had exquisite spear skills, he was also a Knight who had retired from the battlefield.
However, at this moment, he frowned and his face was filled with killing intent, "Where's Paro? Where did he go? Why didn't he come to the spear skills class for two consecutive days? "
The students looked at each other in dismay, not daring to reply. The goatee instructor pointed his spear at one of the students and said, "Sayd, you are very familiar with Paro. Do you know where he went? Why didn't he come to the spear skills class? "
As he pointed his spear, the air boiled and the sound of the spear vibrated violently. It actually produced a loud sound like a hammer striking metal. This time, a sonic boom was produced.
Of course, this sonic boom was not as shocking as Fang Xingjian's. After all, as an experienced instructor who had been in the first transition for decades, it was very normal for his attacks to reach supersonic speeds. However, it could not be compared to Fang Xingjian's supersonic speed at the age of sixteen.
The surrounding students had long since understood their instructor's abilities and were not surprised.
However, the student whose spear was pointed at still felt his ears go numb. It was as if his brain had been punched out of nowhere, and he could not even stand stably.
His face turned pale and he said, "Instructor, Paro has gone to Fang Xingjian's place."
"That Fang Xingjian again?" The goatee instructor frowned. Of course, he knew of this Fang Xingjian. In the inter-class competition, Fang Xingjian had taken on ten people by himself, and had then consecutively challenged six Prefectural Champions. Everyone in the academy knew of him.
However, recently, Fang Xingjian had started to guide the students in their martial arts. Many students even skipped their martial arts classes and went to listen to his guidance instead.
'Hmph, this Fang Xingjian has only been practicing the sword for a year. Even if he has outstanding talent and has transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero, that's only because he has an advantage in attributes, specialties, and Killing techniques. What sword arts could he possibly know at such a young age? He's just relying on his fast speed and great strength. ' The goatee instructor felt disdain in his heart, but his expression did not change. 'Moreover, even if he knows martial arts, it's still sword arts. Paro is learning the spear from me. Asking him to guide his spear arts? What nonsense. '
Of course, what he hated the most was that Fang Xingjian had snatched his student away.
He was here charging fees for his lessons, but Fang Xingjian was there to collect sword arts manuals and recruit students as he pleased. Wasn't this equivalent to snatching his rice bowl? Knights also needed to eat, and the tuition classes had always been a large part of their income. How could they possibly give up on it?
These senior instructors in the academy might not be as talented as many Prefectural Champions, but all of them had been immersed in their respective martial arts for decades, tempering their attributes and Waves for so many years. Almost all of them were above ordinary Prefectural Champions, and they were existences that far surpassed most students.
Of course, the abilities of first transition Knights were also divided into many levels. Unless the difference in talent was too great, there would definitely be a difference between those who had only cultivated for one or two years and those who had cultivated for seven or eight years.
For people like Hamil, Ralph, and Tarot, they had basically completed most of the plans for their Knight attributes, specialties, and Killing techniques. They were considered first-rate Knights in the first transition.
And for people like the goatee instructor, who had accumulated decades of cultivation and was still in the first transition, they were considered to be at the pinnacle of the first transition.
Further up would be people like Tresia Clan's Rebecca, who was a first transition Elder from a major clan or faction. Not only had they accumulated decades of cultivation, but they had also consumed countless heavenly and earthly treasures and cultivated many secret manuals. They could even defeat some ordinary Conferred Knights who had just completed the second transition.
As for senior instructors like the goatee instructor, as the pinnacle of the first transition, they were strong enough, but their potential had been exhausted and they were unable to pass the talent assessment of the Regional Selection. Otherwise, they would definitely participate in the Regional Selection and not stay here as instructors.
But even if their potential had been exhausted, after decades of cultivation, they were all experts in spear arts, sword arts, staff arts, fist arts, and other martial arts. Naturally, they looked down on people like Fang Xingjian, who had high talent and relied on his attributes and specialties to crush his opponents.
They admired Fang Xingjian's talent and envied his aptitude, but they would never directly admire the sword arts of someone who had only cultivated for a year.
Those Knights who had only cultivated for a few years, no matter how outstanding they were, were merely students in their eyes.
Moreover, they had a vague feeling that Fang Xingjian would need at least a few more years to surpass the attributes, specialties, and Killing techniques that they had cultivated for decades.
This was especially so for senior instructors like the goatee instructor. Back then, he had been the Prefectural Champion and the trump card of the Razor Team when he was in the army. It was just that he had not been able to pass the Regional Selection and break through the bottleneck of the second transition. He had been wasting his time, and now, he no longer had any hope of breaking through the second transition.
Despite this, almost all of his five attributes were above 90 points, and he had learned over ten sets of spear techniques. He also had over twenty specialties and three Killing techniques. Even Hamil and Ralph, who were the strongest amongst the students, were merely children in his eyes. He even had the confidence that he would be able to get rid of them without having to use his extraordinary powers. He even had the confidence that he would be able to get rid of them through a sneak attack and close combat.
Fang Xingjian might surpass him in the future, but at least for now, he definitely did not think that Fang Xingjian had already surpassed him in terms of extraordinary strength and close combat. This was especially so in terms of martial arts. He had the confidence to crush Fang Xingjian.
However, Fang Xingjian was a very popular character in the academy, and he even had the Headmaster backing him up. Although the goatee was a retired soldier with a fiery temper, he would not say anything easily, much less make an enemy out of him.
However, Fang Xingjian had actually affected his income and snatched away his source of students. He had already planned to report this matter to the Headmaster after class. He would definitely not let this matter rest just like that.
He merely let out a cold laugh, pointed to another student, and said, "Come, attack me with all your might."
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