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

He has said enough today. Although he knows that Lu Chen has fought against the runaway mixed race, Lu Chen still lacks actual combat. The child does not realize the cruelty of the Dragon world.

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 simple, 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 has 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.

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.

The 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 you don't know that this is just a teaching war and the two sides hold bamboo swords, the current atmosphere 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 day."

The person in charge of this course is an old man, Miyamoto Yixing, who was exchanged from the Japanese branch. He was originally a Kendo master. 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 can 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 did not 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 immediately disconnected, and the next moment he felt that his chest was stuffy and flew out.

Moreover, he felt that the other party obviously received some strength at the last moment, otherwise he would not just be simply beaten away. Even if he wore protective clothing, he might be seriously injured, and it was inevitable to break several ribs.

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

It is not uncommon for students in the college to beat the teachers of combat class, but there are only a 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 in place and shook his head.

"What's Lu Jun's opinion?"

Miyamoto Yixing, as a teacher, was defeated by the students. He didn't feel ashamed and angry in the thunderous applause of the freshmen. He could calm down and ask Lu Chen for his opinions. It can be seen that his reputation as a master of Kendo is genuine.

"It is only suitable for the strong to bully the weak and not good at dealing with strong enemies."

Lu Chen cut to the point with a knife. The Japanese country in his previous life also had this school. He also knew it a little in the army. It was a more practical school for him, because no one was stronger than him, but it was a previous life.

Although there are some subtleties in the second-class class, the core of it is to have great strength. In short, it is to break the skill with strength.

What's more, it's hard to wave things with great strength.

The advantage of this genre is obvious. It is simple and rough. When it has physical advantage, it can press the enemy out of breath.

But as he said, it is not smart enough to face strong enemies, and although he has not seen the dragon race in this world, it is certainly stronger than most ordinary hybrid species.

"It's a novel statement, but Lu Jun's words are not unreasonable. I just didn't expect you to graduate before the course began. It seems that your original teacher is also a great master."

Miyamoto Yixing had some feelings.

Cold weapon fighting class has been held several times. This is the third class. He only came to urge Lu Chen because he found that Lu Chen had just stood aside and didn't practice.

He heard that Lu Chen opened a martial arts school in his hometown. He had a certain understanding of cold weapons. He wanted to defeat the child and let him understand that there are mountains outside the mountain and people outside the people. From then on, he devoted himself to learning.

But I didn't expect that he was the one who realized this truth.

"The master would be very happy if he knew that a Kendo master like Miss Miyamoto praised him so much."

Lu Chen smiled, put down his bamboo sword and shook hands with the teacher.

Thunderous applause resounded again.

What a friendly scene this is. The S-class not only shows its strong strength, but also reveals an extraordinary pattern.

Be neither arrogant nor impetuous, and have a degree of advance and retreat.

"Unfortunately, if your teacher hadn't died, I must see him."

Miyamoto Yixing regretted and then looked at the freshmen: "hurry up and practice. I hope more and more people can knock me down like Lu Jun, because that means fewer and fewer people will die on the battlefield."

The short words raised the spirit of the freshmen and filled them with admiration for the teachers.

"Classmate Lu, please use ~"

Silver bell sound, standard Chinese.

When Lu Chen returned to the crowd, a towel came, but he didn't sweat at all. The victory or defeat was only a moment.

The one who handed him the towel was a freshman of the lion heart club, milanella beresson, from France. The standard Germanic mixed Latin blood characteristics. The tawny hair was a little white in the sunshine. The white and delicate face was painted with light makeup. When Lu Chen looked directly at him, he was not shy, but bolder to move forward.

However, Lu Chen took two steps aside, took a bottle of unopened mineral water from Chu Zihang's hand, drank it, and refused each other in a disguised form.

Recently, a group of Lu Chen's suitors have emerged in the college. Among them, the members of the Lion Heart Association led by milanella are even more enthusiastic. They all believe that it is an invariable truth since ancient times to get the moon first.

However, they were avoided by Lu Chen, not to mention that he would not stay in the world for a long time.

It's not the type he likes.

As a native of the East in his previous life, he likes girls who are introverted, conservative and gentle.

Of course, the most important thing is to be strong, able to play, and it's better to compete with him.