Tang Thirty Six walked down from the stone steps and stood next to the freshman named Chen Fugui. He looked at him and nodded, "Your performance was not bad. In the future, you will learn this Running Tiger in the Dark Forest."
Hearing this, Chen Fugui was slightly startled before he reacted. His face was filled with ecstasy as he said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Superintendent. Thank you, Superintendent."
Tang Thirty Six turned around to look at the dozens of new students and said, "Do you see? This is what I said last night. In a battle between two armies, the most important thing is momentum. Whether you are a match for the enemy or not, you have to fight to know. Moreover, before you make a move, you absolutely cannot think that you are inferior to the other party. As the saying goes, it is better to be beaten to death than to be scared to death. There is also the saying, if you can't beat someone to death, you have to scare them to death. "
The new students of the Orthodox Academy responded in unison, their voices extremely orderly. They looked at Chen Fugui with eyes filled with envy and yearning.
The challenger from the Li Palace College was completely baffled by this scene. Finally, he could not help but ask, "What's going on? Don't you want to fight anymore? "
Tang Thirty-Six asked Chen Fugui, "Can you beat him?"
He had asked this question before the battle began. At that time, Chen Fugui said that how would he know if he could win if he had not fought before. Now that he had fought …
He honestly admitted, "I can't beat him."
"Don't be discouraged. You've only been in the Initial Reflection Realm for less than two months, so of course you're no match for someone in the Ethereal Opening Realm. It's not like you're a peerless genius like me or the Principal."
Tang Thirty Six reached out his hand and patted his thick shoulder. He comforted him, "You should summarize today's battle tonight and prepare for your future studies."
The spectators thought to themselves that the battle had just begun and nothing had been done. What was there to conclude?
The challenger from the Li Palace Academy looked at Chen Fugui, who was walking back up the stone steps, and was also somewhat at a loss. He looked at Tang Thirty-Six and asked, "And then?"
The battle had just begun, and he hadn't even had time to draw his sword before he was called to stop. Then … shouldn't they continue fighting?
Tang Thirty-Six looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot and said, "If I can't win, of course I admit defeat."
The challenger from the Li Palace College was truly dumbfounded. After staring blankly for a long time, he came to his senses and asked in disbelief, "It can't be? That's it? "
"What else? You still want to stay for dinner? Our Orthodox Academy's cafeteria even invited a chef from Clear Lake Restaurant. Normal people can forget about freeloading. "
With these words, Tang Thirty Six walked towards the gate of the Tradition Academy to prepare for the second match.
The challenger from Li Palace College was enraged. His aura abruptly rose, and the sword in his hand began to emit a chill.
Tang Thirty Six stopped and turned around to look at him. He said expressionlessly, "Try taking another step forward."
Tang Thirty-Six stopped and turned. "Six Six Thirty-Six Six," to him. "Two" Tang Palace.
One Six Two Two, and one to one to.
Only now did the crowd of spectators understand what the Orthodox Academy was preparing to do. With a boom, they began to clamor, but in the next moment, they were suppressed back by the killing intent that enveloped the entire field.
"The Tradition Academy … is going to act shamelessly?"
"Chen,", the Thirty-Six said, "Tian Academy … the Academy … you. Thirty Fugui?"
One Another. at... Someone.. a. Someone. came. A Six. a Thirty Six came. Another Chen. a Wen Six came.
It was that young student who had been so confident on the day of the Orthodox Academy's recruitment.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and said, "Amongst your classmates, your cultivation is the strongest. Perform well and let those outsiders see the true strength of our Orthodox Academy."
Fu Xinzhi clasped his hands in greeting. He slowly unsheathed his longsword and walked onto the field, his bearing very steady.
The challenger from the Li Palace Fugui was still standing on the field. From beginning to end, no one paid any attention to him. Alone, he seemed rather pitiful, rather laughable.
He was clearly the victor of this battle, but where did he feel any sense of victory?
He shot a hateful glare at Tang Thirty-Six, then brushed his sleeve and left.
Following him was another swordsman at the middle level of Ethereal Opening. Tang Thirty-Six could no longer remember which school he was representing. He only knew that Chen Changsheng had clearly explained to him last night that Fu Xinzhi's opponent could only be this swordsman. Moreover, Chen Changsheng had left a very detailed note on the roster, explaining how Fu Xinzhi should use his sword and how many swords he could use at most.
Time passed rather slowly, or perhaps it was better to say that the first match had ended too quickly. It was still early in the morning. Although it was the height of summer, it was not very hot.
Fu Xinzhi gripped his sword and stood on the flat ground in front of the Orthodox Academy's gate, allowing the cool breeze to curl around him and lift up his sleeves. He seemed rather otherworldly.
His opponent was also a swordsman. His blue robe reflected the morning light, the edge of his sword slightly cold. He also seemed to have an excellent demeanor.
Seeing this scene, the crowd that had still been somewhat depressed by the absurd conclusion of the last match instantly raised their spirits.
The swordsman expressionlessly said, "Please."
Fu Xinzhi gazed at his opponent's face in the morning light. He seemed calm, but in reality, only he knew how nervous he was.
He was a student from Suiyang County. He was not like the students of the capital who could receive knowledge of cultivation from a young age. Although his talent was not bad, his strength had never been too high.
As for fighting ability … in Suiyang County, he had never truly fought with anyone.
Today was the first true battle of his life, and his opponent was a middle level Ethereal Opening expert that he could not even imagine in Suiyang County, someone that he could only regard as a senior and expert!
How could he not be nervous?
He could not be nervous. This was what Principal Chen had repeated the most last night.
The most important thing was momentum. Momentum was not only in ferocity, but also in calmness. The academy supervisor had been repeating this principle from morning class until now.
In his mind, he once again memorized the positions, speeds, and methods to circulate true essence that Principal Chen had told him last night. Then he took a deep breath.
He calmed down, and then he struck.
With a whoosh, a storm seemed to suddenly rise in front of the Orthodox Academy's gate.
The first move of the Wind and Rain Sword of Mountain Zhong: Rising Pale Yellow!
His sword passed through the storm with incredible speed and arrived in front of the swordsman.
The swordsman was still expressionless. His sword left the sheath, and his true essence surged forth, shaking Fu Xinzhi's sword off its original trajectory.
Fu Xinzhi did not panic.
For some reason, it was just like what Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six had said to all the new students last night …
When he struck out with his first strike, the reverence he usually had for Ethereal Opening cultivators in Suiyang County disappeared without a trace.
Moreover, he had practiced the current situation several times last night. His sword just happened to be in that position, the position that Principal Chen had calculated.
That position was very good, very good for the fifth move of the Wind and Rain Sword of the Zhong Family.
He focused his mind and calmed his Qi. The momentum of his sword suddenly increased, and the storm gradually grew stronger. From the side, he once again stabbed towards his opponent.
At the same time, he counted in his mind, This is the second strike.
Last night, Principal Chen said that if he could use four sword moves in front of this powerful opponent today, then it would be considered a success.
Crack crack crack crack!
The sword light flashed incessantly, and then disappeared without a trace.
The storm in front of the Orthodox Academy also disappeared without a trace. What remained was a clear sky and the approaching summer heat.
The swordsman still stood expressionlessly in his original position, not moving at all. There was no wound on his body, only an extremely small tear in the front of his blue robe.
Fu Xinzhi gripped his sword, his chest slightly rising and falling. An extremely deep sword wound had appeared on his left shoulder, and blood was constantly flowing out.
But it was as if he could not feel the pain. His eyes were very bright, and he seemed especially excited and excited.
Of course, he could not win. Although he was the strongest person in this batch of new students, the gap between him and Ethereal Opening cultivators was still insurmountable.
But he struck out four times.
This was the most important matter, and it was also the matter that Chen Changsheng hoped he could accomplish.
So not only did he not feel any sense of defeat, he even felt a sense of heroism.
He hadn't even been in the Orthodox Academy for five days, but he could actually strike out four times in front of an Ethereal Opening expert!
Then if he studied a little longer in the Orthodox Academy, just how far would he be able to go?
He looked into the swordsman's eyes and thought to himself, next year, as long as next year, I will definitely be able to truly defeat you!
"What are you still standing there for?"
Tang Thirty-Six's voice rang out in front of the Orthodox Academy's gate.
Fu Xinzhi came to his senses and sheathed his sword. He bowed to the swordsman, and then walked back.
The swordsman was not as angry as the challenger from the Li Palace Academy, nor did he attempt to stop him. And it was very obvious that this had nothing to do with the Orthodoxy cavalry or the crossbow bolts on the wall.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at the returning Fu Xinzhi and said, "According to last night's calculations, if you wanted to use all four of these sword moves, you truly would have been injured, but it wouldn't have been so severe."
Fu Xinzhi walked back. Only then did his schoolmates clearly see how deep the wound was, so deep that one could even faintly see the bone.
"I used a little deeper in that last strike," he nervously said, "because … I really wanted to try and see if I could stab my opponent."
His last strike had not been able to stab into his opponent's body, only leaving an extremely small hole in his opponent's clothes. If one did not look carefully, they would not even be able to see it.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and asked, "Do you think it was worth it?"
To use a sword wound so deep that bone could be seen to trade for a small hole in his opponent's clothes — anyone would think that this was not worth it.
But Fu Xinzhi seriously thought it over, then said, "I think it was worth it."
"If you think it was worth it, then it was worth it." Tang Thirty-Six smiled and said with satisfaction, "For example, if I think you're pretty good, then you're really not bad."
At this moment, the swordsman's voice suddenly came from the field.
For some reason, the swordsman's voice was trembling, perhaps out of fear or excitement.
"Excellent sword style."
As he said this, he was not looking at Fu Xinzhi, but at Tang Thirty-Six.
It was not fear, but excitement, even the shock of seeing the beautiful scenery of a famed mountain and sea of clouds.
With Fu Xinzhi's cultivation, the fact that he could learn the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong, even if it was only two moves, was already shocking enough.
But this swordsman's shock and praise did not come from this.
What truly shocked him was the person who had taught Fu Xinzhi this sword style.
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