"I'm sorry, can I disturb you for a moment?"
Just as Laurist was about to turn around and leave, someone came to his side and asked politely.
Laurist turned around and realized that it was one of the people who were still at the square. It was obvious that the newcomer was a young nobleman. He wore a finely crafted white silk shirt, a white leather vest with golden patterns, a well-ironed white short coat, white canvas bloomers with golden stripes, and black boots with shiny diamonds on them. The collar of the shirt was open with two gold buttons, and a black belt hung a pure black fine linen blouse diagonally on his body. He looked chic with a hint of unruliness.
Is this guy's smile real or fake? Laurist suddenly had the urge to punch this face with a noble smile. Although this handsome guy looked a little familiar, he really couldn't remember where he had seen him before. Moreover, the way this guy looked at him was arrogant and disdainful. He looked like he was on equal footing, but he was actually high and mighty.
"What can I do for you?" Fatty Shredder asked in all seriousness.
"Hello, Mr. Shredder. I'm just here to greet you. It's been a long time since we last met, I miss you … "The young noble nodded at Fatty and turned to Laurist.
"Dear Mr. Locke, your former student pays his respects to you. I'm indebted to you for your guidance many years ago. I've always remembered it. I heard that your combat energy has stagnated, and it's a pity. Now that I've leveled up to silver-level rank-3, I've returned to the school to repay you for your guidance. I was worried that the difference in combat energy levels between the instructor and the student would make the instructor refuse to guide the student, but I never thought that the instructor would be so ambitious to challenge a silver-level as an iron-level. It's gratifying. It's a pity that the student received the news too late, and his ranking is too low. Now, I hope that everything will be smooth sailing for you and you'll be able to meet the student, so that the student can receive your guidance once again. I really hope that you can stand in front of the student. Please work harder. "
After saying that, the young noble put his hand on his chest and bowed. He then took a few steps back and left.
What? These words sounded very sincere, but something felt wrong. What was wrong with this person? Laurist turned around and asked Fatty, "Who is this guy? He's acting all high and mighty, and he came over to say a bunch of weird things. He seems to be very familiar with me."
Fatty nearly fainted. "No way, you don't know him?"
"Yes, he looks familiar, but I can't remember who he is. However, he seems to have a high status and is very rich," Laurist answered honestly.
Fatty slapped his forehead. "I've lost to you. Have you forgotten what happened three years ago?"
"Three years ago? Nothing happened three years ago? "Laurist still couldn't remember.
"Sigh, of course you don't feel anything, but others do. Three years ago, when you had just become the official swordsmanship instructor of the academy, did you forget the first time you led the Double Excellence Class and were attacked by the students? That guy just now was the leader of the Double Merit Class. He was also the one you beat up the worst. His whole body was covered in bloody wounds, and several of his ribs were broken. He was wrapped up like a large mummy. "Fatty looked as if he couldn't bear to recall the past.
Oh, it's that kid. Laurist finally remembered.
There was a tradition in Dawn Academy. Every three years, students who were more outstanding in both qi and swordsmanship would be gathered together for special training. This class was called the Double Excellence Class, and it was publicly recognized as the most difficult class to lead. This was because those who could enter the Double Excellence Class were all talented students in both areas. There was no lack of nobles who practiced their family's qi and swordsmanship. They were all arrogant and would not easily submit to others. The instructor leading the Double Excellence Class would not be able to control the situation without strength and unique skills.
Three years ago, Laurist was officially hired as the academy's swordsmanship instructor and was assigned to lead the Double Excellence Class. In the end, those students who looked down on Laurist were all convinced by Laurist's swordsmanship. What was that kid's name again? It seemed like his swordsmanship was one of the best among the students, right? He was even the assistant instructor of the Double Excellence Class. Because he lost to Laurist in two or three moves, he held a grudge and used words to provoke him. When Laurist was teaching swordsmanship, he ordered a group of students to surround and attack Laurist, while he took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. His attacks were very vicious, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill Laurist.
Laurist hated him for his viciousness and was ruthless in the battle, beating him to the point where he could not take care of himself. He would be bedridden for at least half a year.
"Ah, didn't they say that he went back to recuperate? He even withdrew from school? Logically speaking, he should have wanted to stab me a few times with his sword. Why is he still in the mood to come and greet me? "Laurist rubbed his chin in puzzlement.
"Pfft …" The fatty laughed, "This is the etiquette of nobles. Even if you're a mortal enemy and you're about to fight to the death, you still have to shake hands and greet me before the fight. That's called having poise. "
"Why is this kid so arrogant as to come here and speak such nonsense, hoping that I can kill my way to him and not disappoint him? What's the meaning of this? What's so great about being a 3-star Silver? I've defeated many people before … "Laurist was a little unhappy.
"Hehe, you really have to pay attention to this kid. Do you know his family background? "
"I forgot, I can't even remember what his name is …"
"You … Sigh, forget it. I'll tell you. This kid is called Sandos Erta. He's the second son of the Regent of the Kingdom of Khelia, Sandos Liam the Third. Do you know about the Kingdom of Khelia? "
"Yes, it's two duchies away from our Ford Trade Union. I think it's in the southeast," Laurist answered after thinking for a while.
"The Kingdom of Khelia faces the Romon Empire to the east, and the Havestan Khaganate to the south. Do you know why it doesn't have to worry about war even though it's situated between two powerful countries?" The fatty's expression was very serious.
"I don't know." Laurist shook his head honestly.
"That's because the Kingdom of Khelia has a Sword Saint guarding it. The Romon Empire and the Havestan Khaganate don't even dare to have any ideas about it. This Sword Saint of Khelia is called the Storm Sword Saint. It's said that when he was still a Great Swordsman, he once showed off his skills in front of everyone. When there was a heavy rain, he would dance in the rain and accurately stab every single raindrop. After the heavy rain, the area around his sword dance would be as dry as before. Thus, his fame spread far and wide. "
"That Sandos Erta, who was beaten up badly by you, became a disciple of the Storm Sword Saint after he recovered. Think about it, he was still a 1-star Silver three years ago, and now he's already a 3-star Silver. You can imagine how hard he's worked these three years. This time, he returned to the academy to settle the grudge from three years ago. There's a rumor that he had a private duel with someone. Even though they were both 3-star Silver, he only needed two or three strikes to defeat his opponent. It seems like he's very confident that he can take the Gold Swordsmanship Instructor's badge from your hands. Loke, you have to be careful. He's a real opponent. Let me see, what's his ranking … … "
Fatty Shredder took out a few pieces of parchment paper and squinted his eyes to look at them for a long time. "Here. He's ranked 284th when he dueled with you. He should have signed up yesterday afternoon."
"What?" Laurist was shocked. "Damn fatty, when did you start signing up?"
"The day before yesterday … …" The fatty chuckled. "It's already more than 350 now. When I came over, there were still 30-40 people queuing up to sign up. I believe there'll be more than 400 today … …"
Laurist raised his middle finger at the fatty. "I'll go look for that damned old man. He's trying to kill me. Is there any room for argument?"
The fatty laughed like a fox that had just stolen a chicken. "That damned old man just scolded me this morning. He said that I'm too narrow-minded. Apart from the academy, there's only the academy district. Don't you know that I should set my sights on Morent City? Next, I want to see the entire Mana Hill Plains. After a while, I can even spread the news through the merchants traveling from the south to the north. I want this duel to become sensational news. Only then, the more people that come to challenge us, the more registration fees we'll earn. The academy's reputation will become greater, and its influence will be greater … … I've already asked the students to go to the city to put up the duel notices, especially the taverns and the Mercenary Guild.
Laurist staggered and almost fell.
The fatty stabbed him again. "That damned old man said that he hopes that there will be 3,600 people signing up this year. If that's the case, I'll arrange 10 duels for you. It should be very easy for you … …"
"Bam!" Laurist immediately laid on the ground. He angrily crawled up and gave the fatty two middle fingers before turning around and leaving.
The fatty was still shouting, "Loke, you have to be careful of that Yerta. Don't be careless and lose to him … …"
Let that Yerta go to hell. He's only a 3-star Silver, Laurist didn't care about him. After four months of training in the Ruins Islands, Laurist had enough confidence in his own skills. Wasn't the leader of that mercenary group called Sharp Sword a 2-star Gold rank? He was still chased by the black-scaled rhinoceros. However, he had easily killed the black-scaled rhinoceros with a single slash.
If he were to duel with Instructor Kelud again, even if he was at the peak of 3-star Gold rank, Laurist believed that it would take more than a thousand moves to determine the victor. Furthermore, he had a high chance of winning. This wasn't arrogance or bragging. Although his dou qi was only at 3-star Black Iron rank, he had made great progress in his family's Qigong, the Golden Water Method, from his previous life.
A thumb-sized stone fell into his palm. He clenched his hand into a fist and exerted force, turning the stone into powder. This should be One-Inch Force. In his previous life, he had practiced the Golden Water Method for more than 30 years, but he hadn't even reached the peak of Light Force, not to mention the realm of Dark Force and Transforming Force. He didn't expect that in this life, using the Golden Water Method to circulate his dou qi for only three to four years would allow him to enter the realm of Dark Force so easily. Perhaps this world was more suitable for inner force cultivation.
The manifestation of silver dou qi was to infuse dou qi into a sword to form a sword ray. Other than weapons infused with dou qi, it could be said that it was easy to deal with weapons or shields that weren't infused with dou qi. It was invincible. Only those godly weapons forged by master craftsmen could withstand it. Although he couldn't form a sword ray, he could still infuse dou qi or inner force into the sword. It was incomparably sharp and could cut through metal. It was even better than those infused dou qi to form a sword ray. It was just that the brilliance was restrained and didn't attract attention.
Now that he was using the Gold Water Incantation to circulate his battle qi, his movement technique and sword technique merged into one. His every movement was full of energy, and his landing was swift and silent. However, every step he took was firm and steady. The meridians in his dantian were long and drawn out. Before the previous force was exhausted, the subsequent force would be regenerated. This was the manifestation of the Dark Force mentioned in the Golden Water Method general manual of his previous family.
The only difference was that the general manual said that when he entered the realm of Dark Force, his temples would definitely bulge. Laurist touched his temples. They were still flat. There was no difference. He thought that it might be due to the difference in using dou qi to circulate the method. He didn't think there were any disadvantages, so Laurist didn't mind. The problem now was that the damn dean thought of him as a lucky cat. It didn't matter how many times he dueled since he was used to it. Moreover, after entering the realm of Dark Force, coupled with this body's special talent of dynamic vision, Laurist didn't take opponents with silver dou qi seriously.
Ten duels a day was a small matter. At most, it would only take a few strikes. As a swordsmanship instructor, he had to conduct more than ten guided duels in a single lesson. He also had to find the student's weaknesses and analyze and correct them. It was much more troublesome than duels. If there was a swordsman who could fight a hundred rounds with him in a duel, then the other party definitely wouldn't have silver dou qi. They would at least be two stars gold. But then again, wouldn't it be embarrassing for a swordsman with gold dou qi to duel a three-star Black Iron like him?
It's just that I want to duel and you have to duel. It's the same duel, but the feeling is different. One is voluntary while the other is arranged. The damn old man was using him to earn a lot of the duel registration fees. He was really greedy for money. Laurist silently cursed the damn old man as he walked. One day, he would be crushed by gold coins.
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