Dragon Clan: I can only cheat if I can't lose the Dragon King in seconds

Chapter 81
There is a rumor that has been circulating among the students within the Kassel Academy.

Every weekend, if you can get up at [-]:[-] in the morning and go to the playground, you will see Chu Zihang who is just about to start running; and at [-]:[-] in the morning, you can find Chu Zihang on time in the basketball hall of the college Chu Zihang, who is about to warm up and play basketball, can easily find Chu Zihang because most of the students in Kassel disdain to participate in this sport; at twelve noon, Chu Zihang will appear in the cafeteria. Seats waiting to eat.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, if you are careful, you can find Chu Zihang who is waving the village rain. His slashing and stabbing movements will often bring up a sharp wind, which will be the most exciting thing in the training ground all afternoon. Background music; at 2 o'clock in the evening, go to the reading corner on the first floor of the library to find Chu Zihang; at 408 o'clock in the evening, if you squat at the door of the dormitory building in District [-], you can see Chu Zihang with a backpack on his back and a zombie face Walk slowly back to bedroom [-].

In other words... Chu Zihang is equivalent to a very accurate humanoid self-propelled clock, the meticulousness is shocking.

In such a strict schedule almost like a robot, Chu Zihang's saber skills have always been able to maintain the number one position in the academy, and every knife he makes seems to be rushing to split the opponent's body completely.Therefore, few people are willing to face-to-face with the president of the Lionheart Society. The sharp knife skills to the bone can make most people feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, there are two figures standing in the center of the not-so-big training room. They perfectly occupy the left and right sides of the center line of the training ground, as if they want to divide this small training room into two areas.
The door leading to the outside was tightly closed, and even the lights on the roof were not very bright.

A few small lamps clinging to the wall gave off faint light, and hit the two long knives in the field, reflecting a heart-poundingly cold light.

Su Ting gripped the handle of the long knife in his hand, and wrapped a strip of white cloth around it-this could prevent the knife from falling out of the swordsman's palm due to sweat and blood during the battle.

He looked at Chu Zihang on the opposite side.

Chu Zihang lowered his head slightly so that Su Ting could not see the specific expression clearly, but he could already feel an extremely sharp aura quietly spreading around the training room centered on Chu Zihang. It's like being pierced by a tiny needle point.

The boy in front of him is like a monster covered with a beautiful skin. When he has to take out the knife, the things inside can't help but scramble to tear off the confusing skin and get out, dripping blood.

Neither of the two spoke, and the training room was so silent that you could hear a needle drop. If anyone outside was putting their ears to the door, they would definitely think that the room was empty.

So Thelma, who was trying to put her face against the iron gate at the moment, couldn't hear anything.

Forte Laurent twitched his lips, a little confused about what the young commissioner of the executive department was doing.

"Why don't they talk?" Selma wished she could get into the iron gate to listen, but that would probably disturb the two people who were confronting each other—she heard from Ford that Su Ting and Chu Zihang seemed to be meeting each other this morning. "Yuejia" hurried over without even eating breakfast.

"In such a battle, no one is willing to give up the opportunity." Forte Laurent obviously knew what they were doing, and couldn't help sighing with emotion in a low voice, "It seems that both of them have become serious."

"You also know some sword skills?" Thelma reluctantly posted for a while without hearing anything, and finally chose to give up and choose to listen later.

"Slightly understand." Forte nodded slightly, with a self-confident smile, "The family arranged for me a swordsmanship teacher since I was a child, and he was invited from China."

"Oh." Selma was about to say something, when she heard some movement in the room, she quickly posted it back.

10 minutes, two 10 minutes.

Su Ting and Chu Zihang remained motionless, as if the two statues poured with scorching copper water had completely cooled down and made no sound.

"Brother, I still want to have breakfast." Su Ting seemed to finally be unable to stand the silence, and broke the silent atmosphere.

"it is good."

Chu Zihang only replied a simple word, but his momentum suddenly changed.

He shook Murao lightly, and the blade of the long knife in his hand vibrated as if someone had flicked it with his fingers. There was a buzzing sound in the air, and a breath-taking breath erupted from his seemingly thin body. Come out and press fiercely towards Su Tinggai.

Sculpture, come alive.

The two of them at this moment are like ancient swordsmen who met each other on a narrow road and had a grudge against each other. They walked proudly on the narrow path. Everyone wanted to go first but no one was willing to give in. Therefore, the only way to pass was to swing the knife and cut down. Come on!
Suddenly, Chu Zihang moved first.

The right hand grabs the handle of the knife delivered by the left hand and lifts it back, the airflow brought up almost cuts a gap in the ground!
He flashed across the dividing line of the midfield like a black lightning bolt, so fast that no one could see him at all, and the incredible speed left a series of afterimages in the air.

Ding!
Qingyue's voice resounded, and the knife in Su Ting's hand immediately caught Chu Zihang's Cunyu.

"There is progress."

Chu Zihang pressed his body forward and said something in a low voice.

Su Ting smiled silently and didn't speak. He shook the knife, shook it away, and slashed across obliquely. He slightly shook Cun Yu supported by Chu Zihang away, and immediately started to fight back!

And the knife in Chu Zihang's hand, like a ghost, also stuck the standard long knife that Su Ting swung over with the sound of wind and thunder, and immediately lifted it away, and then swung the knife again!

The two figures quickly collided and separated in the training ground, and the buzzing sound of blades colliding was loud.

Su Ting flicked his sore wrist.

Chu Zihang's knife was so fast that it was hard to see clearly, even the force transmitted from it was also powerful, tough, and chilling. It was a knife that really wanted to kill a person!

Su Ting recalled the experience of the last "battle" with Chu Zihang, thinking that at that time, the senior brother was really playing tricks with him, only the last collision was considered real.

Schneider said that Chu Zihang only learned kendo at the Children's Palace in his hometown. This is not a cover-up and flattery for his students, but a real thing. Except for the swordsmanship learned in the Children's Palace, Chu Zihang is almost all himself. pondering.

The standard training has built a general framework for him. Chu Zihang has filled in the flesh and bones of martial arts from day after day of swinging swords. Two-handed knife technique, Miao family knife technique...

Chu Zihang used his own talent to mix some of their characteristics together, and gave birth to his very personal style of practical swordsmanship, the swordmanship with the basic purpose of beating the enemy.

He wanted to rely on his own strength to swing the knife at the god in that rainy night!

(End of this chapter)