Chapter 24 (1/2)

Angre looked at Lu Chen who came out of the classroom and put away his textbooks.

Although Lu Chen has not known enough about the cruelty of the real war with the dragon race, he has not known enough about the real war with the dragon race today.

He hoped that in his freshman war practice class, he could add some strength to the forging progress of this meteorite iron.

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Lu Chen's days at Kassel college were plain, but not boring.

In addition to those cultural extracurricular classes, his favorite is his elective cold weapon combat class.

The courses of the fighting department are roughly divided into two categories: one is the close combat class relying solely on the body, and the other is the cold weapon combat class.

Lu Chen didn't take the close combat class. He also read a lot of materials in the library these days. The close combat class taught by the college is too Pediatrics for him.

In fact, the cold weapon fighting class is the same, but Chu Zihang chose this class. In view of this, Lu Chen made a choice between the two.

So there was this scene in front of us.

The old man in protective clothing, holding a bamboo sword in both hands, was low in shape, breathed long and leisurely, and his eyes were calm. He gathered on the young man not far away.

Young man was wearing a loose sportswear, no armor, holding a bamboo sword, and his eyes were also locked on his opponent.

A crowd of freshmen gathered not far away, each holding their breath and concentrating, for fear that they would miss something in the blink of an eye.

In October, the sweet scented osmanthus trees on both sides exude a refreshing fragrance, and the scene is quiet and solemn.

If we don't know that this is just a teaching war and the two sides hold bamboo swords, the atmosphere now is like an ancient swordsman meeting on a narrow road.

The stalemate was broken after all. It was the falling petals and the breeze by the lake.

The moment the petals are crushed by the bamboo sword and the breeze ripples on the lake, the next moment is the sound of beating.

The figure flew out and the bamboo sword broke. If it wasn't for the protective clothing and the bamboo sword in hand, the scene might change again.

When it is blood stained flower heads, autumn lake floating blood.

It's not competition that determines the superiority, but fighting that divides life and death.

”Lu Jun, you are really suitable for the second-class class class.”

The person in charge of this course is an old man, Miyamoto Yixing, who was exchanged from the Japanese branch. He was originally a master of kendo. Shinto flow and first-class in the next day have been passed on without permission. In addition, he is also good at a variety of cold weapons.

He has taught in the college for more than ten years. I don't know how many students admire him for his Kendo attainments, but only today did he find that the true meaning of the ancestor Miyamoto Musashi's ability to beat invincible hands in the world does not lie in his Kendo attainments, but in his pure blood advantage.

Few people see what happened in a moment before Jinghong. In the eyes of many freshmen, S-level freshmen beat their teachers with a wonderful blow, but this is not the case.

As a party concerned, Miyamoto Yixing can see from Lu Chen's standing posture and power way that this freshman really has some cold weapon attainments, but the blow that just defeated him didn't use any gorgeous moves and skills.

Just the ultimate speed, the ultimate force.

At the moment of contact with the bamboo sword, he felt that he had hit a mountain, and his strength fell towards him like the sky. The bamboo sword was disconnected in an instant, and the next moment he felt his chest stuffy and flew out.

Even if he wears a few protective clothes, he will not be hurt by the other side. Otherwise, he will not be hurt by the last few ribs, even if he is wearing a few protective clothes.

A flood of applause broke out, and the freshmen looked at Lu Chen standing in place with admiration one by one.

It is not uncommon for students in the college to beat the teachers of combat class, but there are few cases in which one move can win or lose, even unprecedented.

”Second class is indeed an excellent genre, but its shortcomings are also obvious.”

Lu Chen stood where he was and shook his head.