People in the League, Masters of Time Management

While reading the rules, Mu Bai looked into the dojo and roughly understood the rules:

There are many self-moving humanoid mechanical stakes in the dojo. Slash the stakes with a sword to score points, until a hundred are cut... Well, the unit should be "one", that's right.

During the period, there will be powder bombs shot from all corners for harassment. If you are hit by a powder bomb, you will not be able to score within ten seconds.The time spent is used as the criterion for judging the grades.

"One hundred...it feels quite tiring." Mu Bai took a deep breath, pushed the door open and entered.

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Training outside.

The butler stood by the door and waited quietly.

A family agent who had just finished training saw him and greeted him warmly: "Butler Rhodes, are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes." The butler smiled and waved.

"Waiting for the new agent? The one invited by the owner himself?"

"Yes, Mr. Mubai is testing inside."

"Oh." The agent nodded, "I heard that he is very good at swordsmanship, so he should be able to get full marks in every sword in the stake training, right? One sword is ten points, and it's over after cutting ten stakes."

"Well, maybe Mr. Mu Bai will break the record."

The butler glanced at the empty aisle, suddenly a little curious and expectant.

The last person who set the record was from Ionia, and he took one minute and 46 seconds. He is currently the head coach of the Philos family's swordsmanship.

Mr. Mubai's reputation is based on rumors and rumours, or is it real, it depends on how long it takes...

Chapter 35 Play well but hang up?

In the training room, dozens of wooden stakes move left and right under the mechanical drive, and there are many openings in the surrounding walls. The chopped wooden stakes will go into the openings, and then a new wooden stake will come out.

In addition to the wooden stakes, the small holes next to the openings will continuously shoot out powder bombs at an extremely fast rate, forming dense barrages of bullets.

Ordinary people would have to spend a lot of effort just to avoid the attack of the powder bomb, let alone seize the gap to dodge and chop the wooden stake.

"One hundred... a bit troublesome..."

Mubai stood in front of the red line representing the start of the test, carefully observing every foothold where he could stand.

In order to reflect his "value", he must ensure the best results in the test, and he must not let go of the slightest opportunity to improve his results.

Theoretically, direct blowing is the fastest, but the rules limit "slashing", and it probably doesn't count if you use a tornado to clear the field.

We can only pick the place where the amount is easiest to spend within the rules.

"Front left...the number of stakes is too small, it won't work."

"On the right...the number of stakes is enough, but they are too scattered, and it will waste a lot of time to cut them down, no."

"The front can take into account both the left and right sides at the same time. The number of wooden stakes is the largest and the densest. The only disadvantage is that there are too many powder bombs, so it is difficult to avoid..."

"Pink bombs... Forget it, it doesn't matter, let's break through from the front."

After making up his mind, Mu Bai immediately held the hilt of the sword, bowed his body slightly, and put his left leg behind him into a tense state, like a cheetah that had been lurking for a long time.

Get ready, choose your target, and... draw the sword!

Step forward and chop!

Dolan's sword slid out of the scabbard, and the warm light of the chandelier reflected on the blade, reflecting a little cold light.

In the blink of an eye, the head of the nearest wooden dummy fell to the ground.

Slashing Steel Flash—Swords out in a ring!

Mu Bai's body turned in a circle, and the blade of the sword was like a flexible poisonous snake, cutting off four more wooden stakes in an instant.

Same as the previous ones, they are all decapitated—the connection between the head and the body of the stake is the thinnest, the easiest to cut off, and the most energy-saving.

Just when he was about to continue to be happy, several powder bombs suddenly hit him.As long as it is hit by a powder bomb, the final test score will be greatly reduced.

This is the same as when Galen suddenly popped out of the grass when you replenished your troops halfway. It's okay to escape, but if you are sent back to the blood pool, you will have to wait for a long time for nothing.

Seeing that the powder bullet was about to hit his body, Mu Bai did not panic, and continued to use the step forward chop while swaying the blade sideways.

"Face the wind!"

In fact, the main training direction of this training room is reaction and dodging. Using the wind wall is a bit of a trick, but he can't control so much now.

Did not say not to use, that is to let.

Does playing well mean hanging up?

Unsurprisingly, the wind wall blocked all the powder bombs, and Mu Bai continued to sprint forward with his sword in hand.

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A few minutes later, Mu Bai retracted his sword and sheathed it, leaving behind him a dummy head and a wooden body that had been shot in various colors by powder bullets.

"Sure enough... a little tired." He wiped his sweat and looked up at the timer on the wall.

Three minutes and 20 seconds.

It's okay, it's about the same as expected, and it's normal.

Mu Bai shook his slightly sore arm, then followed the butler's previous instructions and walked towards the aisle on the other side of the training room.

This aisle was shorter and more dimly lit than the one we had come to.

The further you go in, the lighter the smell of engine oil, which symbolizes technology, is replaced by the fragrance of wood.

At the end of the walkway is a wooden door with several live vines coiled on it.There were faint sounds of fighting and wooden swords clashing from behind the door, very crisp.

"It seems that the next thing is the actual combat test..."

Standing in front of the door, Mu Bai straightened the folds of his clothes a little, then pushed open the wooden door.

ga-

The moment the wooden door opened, the sound of fighting, impact, and sword waving was all silent.More than a dozen pairs of eyes in the kendo field looked at Mubai in unison.

One of the men with a scar on his face and a sword on his waist greeted him first, and at the same time stretched out his right hand, "Mr. Mubai?"

"Yes, Mubai."

"Morgan, the chief swordsman of the Philos family. Next, I will complete the test for you."

The man named Morgan shook hands briefly, then quickly withdrew his palms, his seemingly polite tone concealed a bit of contempt and hostility.

Before the housekeeper agreed with him to test for Mubai, he had already heard of Mubai's name - from his disciples.

He has always remained skeptical about the rumors outside.

Because he is an old swordsman himself, he thinks he knows exactly where the upper limit of the sword is.

It's no problem for a master swordsman to fight against many, it's a very common thing.But you said you were going to defeat dozens of gun-wielding bandits head-on with your sword... It's a dream.

Heh, the generation who sells fame and reputation.

"Excuse me, how will the next test be carried out?" Mu Bai naturally couldn't know what the other party was thinking, so he asked politely.

"Don't worry." Morgan put one hand on the hilt of the sword, and put the other hand into the kendo uniform, with a proud expression, "Let's talk about your stake test results just now, and I will arrange follow-up tests for you depending on the situation. "

"Three minutes and 20 seconds." Mu Bai said without thinking.

The voice of the two talking was not loud, but it was enough to spread throughout the quiet sword dojo.

Three minutes and 20 seconds, this result was heard by everyone.

After a moment of dead silence, violent laughter broke out in the kendo arena, as if the best comedian in Runeterra had just finished a performance here.

"Did I hear you right? Twenty-three minutes? Hahaha..."

"It's far away from the world's largest spectrum. This is the rumored invincible swordsman?"

"My grandma came faster than you!"

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Countless sarcasm entered his ears, Mu Bai turned his head to look at the crowd, and saw distorted faces laughing out loud.

Morgan forcibly held back a smile, but the hot air from his nostrils still revealed his inner disdain.

"Twenty three minutes, not bad. In fact, I'm not much faster than you, only one minute and 46 seconds."

"En." Mubai nodded calmly, Dolan's sword slid out half an inch, and the cold light of the sword was reflected on his indifferent face.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's test it quickly... It's actual combat, right?"

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Outside the training room, the butler looked at the aisle again.

The sound of the mechanical stakes moving stopped, which meant that the first round of testing was over.

Driven by curiosity, he walked across the aisle and into the training room.

Then, he was stunned by the sight in front of him——

A full hundred dummy heads!

All cut down!

There are steel pipes under the plank!How was it cut off?The incision is still so smooth? !

Slashing the dummy's neck with a sword can get a full score for a single shot, so what if it's all cut off?

And... what about a hundred?If each sword gets a full score, it will be over after slashing ten tests!

The butler swallowed with difficulty, trembling and looking at the timer on the wall.

Twenty three points!

Cut off the head of a dummy in an average of two seconds!

The highest record set by Morgan was to chop ten stakes in one minute and 46 seconds...an average of 10.6 seconds, and it was just a neck stroke instead of a cut...

This……

"Good luck, Morgan..." The butler nodded his forehead and each shoulder in prayer.

Chapter 36 Do you understand the gold content of Yufeng Swordsmanship?

"Actually, judging by your grades, just recruiting a student can help you complete the test."

In the kendo arena, Morgan stood arrogantly on the side, with his arms folded, the wooden sword wrapped between his arms, and his tone revealed a careless meaning:

"However... the head of the family has a life, and I must personally test it for you. Alas, your luck is really...be careful, it will be bad if you get injured."

"Yeah." Mu Bai still maintained an indifferent expression, and casually took a training wooden sword from the weapon rack.

For those sarcastic words, he upholds an indifferent attitude, just listen to them casually.

One minute and 46 seconds, compared to three minutes and 20 seconds, is indeed more than a star and a half faster.

In all fairness, he thinks that his extraordinary performance can be at most ten seconds faster, and 46 minute [-] is definitely not the height that can be achieved now...

This scarface swordsman is very strong.

The Philos family really is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger...

"It seems that you are ready?" Morgan stood casually, not paying attention to the opponent at all, "Well, I will let you draw the sword first, and I will not attack until you draw the sword."

As soon as the words fell, there was another burst of laughter and whispering on the field:

"The coach is going to release the water, haha."

"Don't be embarrassing, the coach is called having the spirit of swordsmanship, and giving the opponent face."

"Sparrow eats, sparrow eats crickets."

"The current sword dojo has no gold content. I don't need to say who were the top ten swordsmen in Ionia in the coach's time?"

"One thing to say, objective evaluation, pure passerby, I think this wave of coaches is sure to win."

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Countless yin and yang strange aura surrounded Mu Bai, but they couldn't stir up any waves in his heart.