Fang Xingjian was not surprised. He walked up with the wooden sword he used for practice and began to practice the Grizzly Bear Sword Technique. However, he tried his best to appear clumsy, making it seem like he was at level two or three.
Even so, he was still able to demonstrate the essence of the Grizzly Bear Sword Technique, causing Kyle's eyes to light up once again.
"Not bad, not bad. Take a good look. The Grizzly Bear Sword Technique requires you to move your neck, chest, and arms like a bear. The neck needs to be relaxed, and the waist needs to be shaken. "Xingjian's skill level is not as high as yours, but his skill is something that you must learn. He is already on the path, waiting to reach the finish line. "But some of you have gone in a big circle, and are still going in circles at the finish line."
Seeing that Fang Xingjian had finished practicing, Kyle nodded his head in satisfaction. "Not bad. Xingjian, go and practice by yourself."
With that, he turned to Ogden and said, "Did you see that? Learn more. Although your sword technique level is higher than Fang Xingjian's, you have not truly grasped its essence. From now on, his practice of the Grizzly Bear Sword Technique will be smooth sailing. He won't have as many bottlenecks as you. "Continue to practice. If you don't break through to level 10, how are you going to pass the Prefectural Selection?"
Fang Xingjian walked to the side and began to practice the Grizzly Bear Sword Technique. The Prefectural Selection that Kyle had mentioned flashed through his mind.
The upper echelons of the Empire were almost all controlled by the aristocrats, the royal family, and other aristocratic families. If an ordinary person wanted to improve, become stronger, and enjoy more resources for cultivation, the only way was to join them.
Unlike the second generation who were born with a silver spoon and had all sorts of inheritance rights, recommendation rights, and other ways to improve, the only way for commoners to rise up was through the Nation's Selection.
The Nation's Selection was divided into three stages: the Prefectural Selection, the Regional Selection, and the National Selection. The Prefectural Selection was held once a year, the Regional Selection was held once every two years, and the National Selection was held once every three years.
At each stage, there were hundreds or even thousands of people who were favored by the heavens. And after each stage, they would receive various privileges and rewards given by the Nation.
For example, the right to enter the Royal Academy, the title of nobility, land, manors, tax exemption, and even job changes would be provided.
If you didn't participate in the National Selection, no matter how outstanding your cultivation was, you would only be a commoner.
It could be said that the national selection was the best way out for the commoners, and it also selected a large number of talents for the empire every year.
"An ordinary class change can be completed in any of the schools. But how can the resources of a sect compare to a large country? " Fang Xingjian had already made up his mind, 'I must participate in the National Selection. Starting from the upcoming Prefectural Selection five months later, I must obtain the identity of a Knight and enter Kirst's Royal Academy.'
Yes, the head of Kirst's Seven Pearl Academies was Kirst's Royal Academy, which only those who had passed the Prefectural Selection and become a Knight could enter.
At the thought of this, Fang Xingjian's eyes narrowed. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to have become even more vigorous and heavy. As he cultivated his sword technique, his mind kept thinking.
'Regarding the matter of living expenses, I might be able to think of a way to get help from The School of Sword Arts … But the most important thing is to cultivate my sword techniques and prepare to participate in the Prefectural Selection. Of the Empire's selections, the Prefectural Selection was held once a year, the Regional Selection once every two years, and the National Selection once every three years. Coincidentally, it's this year's Prefectural Selection, next year's Regional Selection, and the year after the National Selection. I only have five years to live, and this is the only chance I have. If I want to seek revenge and become stronger, I must continue to advance. I must make use of the Empire's resources, in addition to my talent … '
After passing the Prefectural Selection and becoming a Knight, the Empire would groom you for your first job transition, which was the first transition.
After passing the Regional Selection and becoming a Conferred Knight, the Empire would groom you for your second job transition, which was the second transition.
After passing the National Selection and becoming a Knight, the Empire would groom you for your third job transition, which was the third transition.
This was the process of a Warrior rising from level 1 to level 30 after joining the Empire.
As he spoke, his Techniques Window jumped once again. His Grizzly Bear Sword Technique had leveled up once again, reaching level 18.
'Ordinary people can only train up to level 10, but I can greatly surpass this limit.
'No problem … As long as I continue to improve like this, I'll become strong enough …'
Once again, sparks of hatred flashed in Fang Xingjian's eyes. Li Shuanghua's viciousness and Caroline's torture were like venomous snakes tearing at his soul.
He lifted his head and looked around. On the training grounds, regardless of whether it was children of eight or nine years old, youths in their teens, or youths in their twenties, all of them were immersed in their training, sweating profusely. There was not a single person slacking off.
The culture of individual martial arts in Miracle World was indeed many times more developed than in Demonic City. More than half of the students in the training grounds were stronger than the Fang Xingjian he had been in Demonic City.
In the middle of the training grounds, Kyle finished guiding a group of students and shouted, "Alright, I'll be heading out for a while. I might not be able to stay for long due to some matters. Everyone, if you have any questions, you can just communicate with each other."
At the next moment, Fang Xingjian turned his head and saw Eldest Martial Brother Ogden walking toward him. His well-trained body seemed to be on the verge of bursting out of his training clothes, and with each step he took, the ground would tremble slightly.
Although Fang Xingjian knew that Teacher Kyle was definitely stronger than Eldest Martial Brother, in terms of aura alone, this Eldest Martial Brother's pressure was even greater than Kyle's.
Moreover, Ogden had been training in The School of Sword Arts since young, training his body. Moreover, The School of Sword Arts did not only have the Grizzly Bear Sword Technique. It was just that Ogden needed a breakthrough in the Grizzly Bear Sword Technique.
Looking at Fang Xingjian, this Eldest Martial Brother smiled and said, "Junior Martial Brother Xingjian, Teacher said that your Grizzly Bear Sword Technique is better than mine. I wonder if I can practice with you?"
Fang Xingjian glanced at him. He had just arrived and should not make enemies. Moreover, Ogden did not have any ill intentions. Even if he did not agree, could he not practice with him?
Therefore, Fang Xingjian nodded and said, "It's fine."
Ogden nodded gratefully. "Thank you. I've taken the Prefectural Selection three times, but I've never passed. If I still can't pass this time, my father has already arranged a job for me as a city guard. Therefore, I must definitely pass this Prefectural Selection."
Therefore, Fang Xingjian continued his practice, while Ogden followed beside him, imitating Fang Xingjian's movements to practice the Grizzly Bear Sword Technique.
Fang Xingjian did not pay any attention to him, only minding his own business as he practiced his sword techniques. But unknowingly, when the others saw that even Ogden was practicing the Grizzly Bear Sword Technique with Fang Xingjian, five or six young boys who had just learned the technique also came over to practice with Fang Xingjian.
"This Fang Xingjian is really amazing. I feel that his sword techniques are similar to Teacher Kyle's."
"Mmm, they're really similar to Teacher Kyle's."
"This is great. If we keep practicing with him, we'll be able to correct our own movements."
Just as more than half of the students were practicing the Grizzly Bear Sword Technique with Fang Xingjian, in another corner, a few boys were looking at Fang Xingjian with unfriendly expressions.
A red-haired boy with a gloomy expression mumbled, "This lad is really insolent. Does he want us, the seniors who have been training for a few years, to learn from him?"
Beside him was a boy with a slender figure and well-proportioned muscles. He was like a perfect statue.
His name was Lambert, and he could be considered the second most senior student in The School of Sword Arts. He was often addressed as Second Martial Brother. Like Ogden, he was at the pinnacle of level 9, but had yet to complete his job transition. Furthermore, he was proficient in many sword techniques, and his abilities were only below Ogden's.
His companion said, "That's right. He's only been here for a few days, and he's already teaching us sword techniques."
"Why don't we teach him a lesson?"
"What's there to teach?" Lambert laughed coldly and turned around. "Remember, the Prefectural Selection is our goal. This time around, I will definitely leave this place and enter the Royal Academy. "And he still has to train for a few more years in The School of Sword Arts. What's there to fuss about?"
"Alright, hurry up and train. There are only five months left before the Prefectural Selection."
…
After a few hours, even with Fang Xingjian's strong body, he could feel the muscles in his limbs and torso aching. He immediately stopped, as if to take a break.
After all, he was a human and not a machine. Once his body felt tired, he had to rest. Otherwise, if he continued, he would not be nurturing his body, but destroying it instead.
On the other hand, Ogden, who was beside him, still looked energetic, as if he did not feel tired at all. As for the other students, they had already left for lunch.
Ogden saw that Fang Xingjian had stopped and asked, "Xingjian, are you going to rest?"
"Mmm. I'll go for lunch after I rest a bit. "
"Oh, then you go first. I'm feeling a little better now, so I'll continue to train."
Fang Xingjian did not say anything else and headed straight for the canteen. Ever since he had arrived in this world, he had realized that his emotions seemed to have become more and more indifferent. Although he knew that it was best to have a good relationship with others, he could not bring himself to say it.
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