Anghe watched Lu Chen leave the classroom and closed his textbook.
He had already spoken enough today. Although he knew that Lu Chen had fought against an out-of-control hybrid before, Lu Chen still lacked practical combat experience. This boy had not realized the cruelty of the dragon world.
He hoped that Lu Chen could gain some progress in the freshman war practice class.
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Lu Chen's days at Cassel Academy were simple but not boring.
Apart from the cultural courses, his favorite was the elective course on cold weapon combat.
In the combat department, courses were generally divided into two categories: close combat relying purely on the body, and cold weapon combat.
Lu Chen didn't choose the close combat course because he had spent these days in the library reading a lot of materials, and the close combat courses offered by the academy professors were too simplistic for him.
Actually, the cold weapon combat course was similar, but Chu Zihang chose this course. Given this, Lu Chen made a choice between the two.
And that led to the scene before him.
An elderly man in protective gear held bamboo swords in both hands, crouching low, breathing long and calm, his gaze fixed on the young man not far away.
The young man was dressed in loose sportswear, without any protective gear, holding a bamboo sword, his gaze also locked onto his opponent.
A group of freshmen gathered nearby, all holding their breath, afraid to miss anything in the next instant.
It was October, and the osmanthus trees on both sides emitted a refreshing fragrance, creating a quiet and solemn atmosphere.
If it weren't known that this was just a teaching battle, and the bamboo swords were being used, the atmosphere now would be like ancient swordsmen meeting on a narrow road.
The stalemate was eventually broken by falling petals and the gentle breeze by the lake.
As the petals were shattered by the bamboo swords and the breeze rippled the lake's surface, the sound of strikes echoed.
A figure flew out, bamboo sword shattered. If it weren't for the protective gear and the fact that the bamboo swords were being used, this scene might have ended differently.
As blood stained the flower petals, the autumn lake drifted with blood.
It wasn't a duel to determine victory or defeat, but a fight for life and death.
"Lu, you are really suitable for Nitengu-ryu."
The one responsible for this class was an elderly man who had been exchanged from the Japanese branch, Miyamoto Yoshinobu. He was a master of kendo, having received licenses for Shinmuso Hayashizaki-ryu and Nitengu-ryu. In addition, he was proficient in various cold weapons.
He had been teaching at the academy for more than a decade. Countless students had admired him for his kendo skills, but it was only today that he discovered the true essence of Musashi Miyamoto's ability to defeat all opponents lay not in his kendo skills, but in his pure bloodline advantage.
Very few people had seen clearly what happened in that split second just now. In the eyes of many freshmen, the S-class freshman had defeated the teacher with a marvelous blow. However, the truth was different.
As the party involved, Miyamoto Yoshinobu could see from Lu Chen's stance and the way he exerted force that this new student did indeed have some proficiency in cold weapons. However, the blow that had just defeated him did not use any fancy moves or techniques.
It was just extreme speed and extreme power.
As the bamboo swords made contact, he felt like he had collided with a mountain, with power pouring down on him like a deluge from the heavens. In an instant, the bamboo sword broke, and the next moment, he felt a dull pain in his chest as he was sent flying.
Moreover, he felt that at the last moment, his opponent clearly held back some strength. Otherwise, he wouldn't have just been knocked away so easily. Even wearing protective gear, he might have suffered serious injuries, with several ribs likely to break unavoidably.
Applause erupted like a tide, and the freshmen looked at Lu Chen standing in place with admiration.
It wasn't unheard of for students in the academy to defeat combat class instructors, but cases where victory or defeat was determined with such decisiveness and simplicity were rare, if not unprecedented.
"Niten Ichi-ryu is indeed an excellent school, but its shortcomings are also obvious."
Lu Chen stood in place, shaking his head.
"May I ask for Lu-kun's opinion?" As a teacher, Miyamoto Yoshinobu didn't feel ashamed or angry amidst the thunderous applause of the freshmen after being defeated by a student. He could still calmly ask Lu Chen for his opinion, showing that his reputation as a kendo master was well-deserved.
"It's only suitable for overpowering the weak and not good at dealing with strong opponents."
Lu Chen got straight to the point. There was also this school in the Eastern nation of his previous life. He had some understanding of it from his time in the military. For him, it was a somewhat practical school because nobody had greater strength than him. But that was in his past life.
Although Niten Ichi-ryu had some subtle aspects, its core was still about having great strength. In simple terms, it relied on strength over technique.
To put it bluntly, it was about swinging things around with great strength.
The advantage of this school in overcoming opponents weaker than oneself was obvious. It was straightforward and brutal. With physical superiority, one could overwhelm the opponent, leaving them breathless.
But as he said, it wasn't agile enough when facing strong opponents. And although he hadn't seen the dragon race of this world yet, he could be sure that they were stronger than the vast majority of ordinary hybrids.
"It's an interesting perspective, but Lu-kun's words also make sense. I just didn't expect that you would become a master so soon after the course started. It seems that your original teacher was also an extraordinary master."
Miyamoto Yoshinobu felt a bit emotional.
The cold weapon combat class had already been held a few times. This was the third class. It was only because he noticed that Lu Chen had been standing aside watching and not practicing that he came to supervise.
He had heard that Lu Chen had run a martial arts school in his hometown and had some understanding of cold weapons. He had wanted to defeat this kid to make him understand that there were always better people out there and to focus on learning. But he hadn't expected that he would be the one to realize this lesson in the end.
"If your master knew that there was a master of kendo like Mr. Miyamoto who praised him so much, he would definitely be very happy."
Lu Chen smiled and shook hands with the teacher.
Thunderous applause erupted once again.
It was such a friendly scene. The S-class not only showed his formidable strength but also displayed an extraordinary demeanor.
Not arrogant or impatient, with a balanced approach.
"It's a pity. If your teacher hadn't passed away, I would definitely want to meet him."
Miyamoto Yoshinobu felt regretful, then looked at the freshmen. "Keep practicing. I hope there will be more and more people like Lu-kun who can defeat me, because that means there will be fewer people dying on the battlefield."
With just a few words, he once again raised the spirits of the freshmen, who were filled with admiration for their teacher.
"Lu student, please use this."
A bell-like voice, speaking standard Chinese.
After returning to the crowd, Lu Chen was handed a towel, but he didn't break a sweat. The victory or defeat had been decided in just a moment.
The one handing him the towel was a member of the Lionheart Club, Milanra Berisong, from France. With standard Germanic-Latin bloodline features, his light brown hair had a hint of whitening under the sunlight. His fair and delicate face was lightly made up. When Lu Chen looked directly at him, instead of being shy, he became bolder and approached him.
However, Lu Chen took two steps to the side, took an unopened bottle of mineral water from Chu Zihang, and started drinking from it, which was a disguised refusal.
Recently, there had been a group of pursuers for Lu Chen in the academy, with Milanra leading the Lionheart Club members being particularly enthusiastic. Each of them believed in the ancient truth that proximity breeds affection.
However, they were all avoided by Lu Chen. Not to mention that he wouldn't stay in this world for long.
Even in terms of his preferred type, it wasn't like this.
As someone who was born and raised in the East in his previous life, he preferred girls who were reserved, dressed conservatively, and gentle.
Of course, most importantly, they had to be strong and able to spar with him.