Starting from the Dragon Tribe

Angers looked at Lu Chen who walked out of the classroom, and put away his textbooks.

He has said enough today, even though he knows that Lu Chen has fought against the out-of-control mixed race, but Lu Chen still lacks actual combat, this child does not realize the cruelty of the dragon world.

He hoped that in the war practice class of his freshman year, he could contribute to the forging progress of this piece of meteorite.

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Lu Chen's life at Kassel College was unpretentious, but not boring.

In addition to those cultural courses, his favorite is the cold weapon fighting class he took.

In the combat department, the courses are roughly divided into two categories, one is purely physical close combat courses, and the other is cold weapon combat courses.

Lu Chen didn't take the melee combat class. The main reason is that he has been reading a lot of materials in the library these days. The melee combat course taught by the academy is too childish 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 me.

The old man in protective clothing holds a bamboo sword in both hands, his body is lowered, his breathing is long and leisurely, his eyes are calm, and he gathers on the young man not far away.

The boy was wearing a loose sportswear and no armor. Holding a bamboo sword, he also locked his eyes on his opponent.

A group of freshmen were watching not far away, holding their breath and concentrating, for fear of missing something in the next blink of an eye.

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

If they didn't know that this was just a teaching battle, and the two sides were holding bamboo swords, the current atmosphere would be like ancient swordsmen meeting on narrow roads.

The stalemate was finally broken, it was the falling petals, the breeze blowing across the lake.

The moment the petals were smashed by the bamboo sword and the breeze rippled the lake, the next moment there was the sound of hitting.

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

When it is blood staining the flower head, the autumn lake is full of blood.

It's not a competition to decide the superiority, but a fight to determine life and death.

"Lu Jun, you are really suitable for Ertian First Class."

The person in charge of this course is an old man exchanged from the Japanese branch, Miyamoto Yoshiyuki, he is a master of swordsmanship. A cold weapon.

He has been teaching at the academy for more than ten years, and many students have expressed their admiration for his kendo attainments, but only today did he discover that the true meaning of his ancestor Miyamoto Musashi's ability to fight all invincible opponents does not lie in his kendo attainments, Rather, it lies in the pure pedigree advantage.

Few people saw clearly what happened in the instant before. In the eyes of many freshmen, the S-level freshman defeated the teacher with a wonderful blow, but this is not the case.

As the person involved, Miyamoto Yoshiyuki could tell from Lu Chen's standing posture and the way he exerted his strength that this freshman did have some skill in cold weapons, but the blow that defeated him just now didn't use any gorgeous moves or skills.

Just extreme speed, extreme strength.

The moment the bamboo sword touched, he felt that he had hit a mountain, and the power poured towards him like the sky.

And he felt that at the last moment the other party obviously withdrew some force, otherwise he would not just be simply blown away, even if he was wearing protective clothing, he might have been severely injured, and it was inevitable that several ribs would be broken.

There was a tidal wave of applause, and the freshmen looked at Lu Chen standing there with admiration.

It is not uncommon for the students in the academy to defeat the teachers of the fighting class, but there are only a handful of cases where the winner is determined by one move so simply and neatly, and there are even unprecedented cases.

"Two-day first-class is indeed an excellent genre, but its shortcomings are also obvious."

Lu Chen stood where he was and shook his head.

"May I ask Mr. Lu what's your opinion?"

As a teacher, Miyamoto Yoshiyuki was defeated by the students, and he didn't feel ashamed and angry amidst the thunderous applause of the freshmen. He could calm down and ask Lu Chen for his opinion, which shows that his reputation as a master of swordsmanship is genuine.

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

Lu Chen hits the nail on the head. Dongying Kingdom in his previous life also had this style. He also knew a little bit about it in the army. It is a more practical style for him, because no one is stronger than him, but that was in his previous life.

Although there are some subtleties in Ertian Yiliu, the most important thing is to have great strength.

To put it bluntly, it is just holding things with great strength and swinging around.

The advantage of this genre is obvious. It is simple and rude. With physical advantages, the enemies that can be crushed can't breathe.

But as he said, facing strong enemies is not smart enough, and although he has not seen the dragons in this world, they are definitely stronger than most ordinary mixed races.

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

Yoshiyuki Miyamoto was a little emotional.

He has already attended the cold weapon fighting class several times, and this is the third class. He only came to supervise because he found that Lu Chen just stood by and watched, not practicing.

He had heard that Lu Chen opened a martial arts gym in his hometown, and he had a certain understanding of cold weapons. He wanted to defeat this kid and let him understand that there are mountains beyond mountains, and there are people beyond people, so he will concentrate on learning from then on.

Unexpectedly, it was himself who realized this truth in the end.

"My master will be very happy if he knows that there is a master of swordsmanship like Mr. Miyamoto who praises him so much."

Lu Chen smiled, put down the bamboo sword and went up to shake hands with the teacher.

Thunderous applause sounded again.

What a friendly scene this is. The S-class not only showed its powerful strength, but also revealed its extraordinary pattern.

Not arrogant or impetuous, advancing and retreating in a certain way.

"It's a pity. If your teacher hadn't passed away, I would definitely meet him."

Miyamoto Yoshiyuki felt sorry, and then looked at the freshmen: "Hurry up and practice, I hope that 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 lifted the spirits of the freshmen again, full of admiration for the teacher.

"Student Lu, please use~"

Silver bell-like voice, standard Chinese.

After Lu Chen returned to the crowd, a towel was handed over, but he didn't sweat at all, and the victory or defeat was only a moment away.

The one who handed him the towel was a freshman from the Lionheart Society, Miranda Berisson, from France, with standard Germanic-Latin bloodlines, and his tawny hair was a little white under the sunlight. With light makeup on her fair and delicate face, instead of being shy when Lu Chen looked directly at her, she approached boldly.

However, Lu Chen took two steps to the side, took a bottle of unopened mineral water from Chu Zihang's hand, drank it, and rejected him in disguise.

Recently, a group of Lu Chen's suitors appeared in the college. Among them, the members of the Lionheart Club headed by Miranda were even more enthusiastic. They all believed that the truth that has never changed since ancient times.

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

Just talking about the type he likes is not the case.

As an oriental native born and raised in his previous life, he likes girls who are reserved, conservatively dressed, and gentle and pleasant.

Of course, the most important thing is to be strong and able to fight, it would be even better if you can compete with him.