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Chapter 32 Coach, I don't have to pay for this, right?
"So you want to learn some basic swordsmanship to prepare for the upcoming wilderness trials, right?"

"Ah."

Shen Bailian sat cross-legged on the cushion, facing Zhou Changqing, with Zhanlong placed horizontally on his lap, and nodded solemnly.

"So that's it."

Upon hearing this and understanding the reason, Zhou Changqing's anger completely dissipated.

He originally thought the young man in front of him was overly ambitious, since the Five Elements Fist was enough for a martial arts apprentice to practice, and learning another sword technique would be a waste of time.

But since it involves wilderness trials, it's understandable.

"Oh, right." Zhou Changqing suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did you take the physical fitness test I asked you to take before?"

Whether it's swordsmanship, footwork, or fist techniques, a strong physique is essential to unleash their full power.

Similarly, the higher one's physical fitness level, the faster one can master martial arts techniques.

"I've been tested."

"How's the situation?"

"Eh~"

Shen Bailian sighed and shook his head.

Before meeting Xiao Yan, he was somewhat complacent about his achievements, but after learning about the situation at Bozhou No. 1 High School, he felt a strong sense of pressure. If he wanted to be in the top ten, his current strength was far from enough.

After all, Shen Bailian's starting point was too low, and he needed to work harder and put in more effort to fill that gap.

"Don't be discouraged, life is a long journey, and there are many possibilities." Zhou Changqing patted Shen Bailian on the shoulder and comforted him softly.

He understood how the boy in front of him felt. When he was young, he also thought he was the protagonist, but later he realized that on the real stage, he didn't even have the right to be a passerby.

Zhou Changqing continued, "What was your physical fitness level?"

"It's probably around level 3.6."

"What?!" Zhou Changqing's eyes widened suddenly, and even his hand, which was gently patting Shen Bailian's shoulder, froze in mid-air. He frowned slightly, looking as if he hadn't heard clearly, and continued to ask:
"How much did you say?"

"It's only level 3.6, which isn't very high, is it?"

Shen Bailian shuddered as he looked at Zhou Changqing's murderous gaze.

"It's nothing, it's really not very high."

Zhou Changqing stared intently at the innocent face of the boy in front of him, shook his head, and replied.

However, the word "not" was emphasized very heavily.

He had confirmed several times that what Shen Bailian had just said was indeed the truth, and not a deliberate attempt to tease him.

However, this made Zhou Changqing even more frustrated. Why did he have to ask about this?

What do you mean by "only level 3.6"?
Because everyone's talents are different, everyone's physical limits are also different. According to the big data survey of high school graduates issued by the Bozhou City Education Bureau last year, 50% to 60% of them have a physical fitness level between 1.6 and 3.0.

A physical fitness level of 3.6 is already considered excellent for a student in Bozhou City.

Before Zhou Changqing cultivated the Dragon Gate Seed, his physical fitness level was only level 3.2.

And what's most terrifying is that the boy in front of you is only a high school sophomore.

When it comes time to choose a major in the senior year of high school, if you are assigned to the martial arts class, you will have at least half a year to prepare. There is a good chance that you will break the historical record that Bozhou City has maintained for decades.

Thinking about these things, Zhou Changqing's depression vanished, and his heart gradually warmed up.

He and Shen Bailian had at least a period of teacher-student relationship, which would be considered a good story if it got out.

However, there is a very important point now: we absolutely cannot allow Shen Bailian to have any accidents during the wilderness trial. As the saying goes, "A month with a staff, a year with a knife, and a lifetime with a spear." Although knife skills only involve two simple movements, chopping and slashing, if the force is not applied correctly, not only will you not get positive feedback, but you can also easily cause internal injuries, especially with a 30-kilogram horse-slaying saber.

Therefore, we need to hurry up and, within the limited time available, properly teach Shen Bailian some real skills in swordsmanship.

Zhou Changqing took a deep breath, stood up, and said with a stern face, "Let's start practicing swordsmanship once we've rested enough."

"Ok."

Upon hearing this, Shen Bailian immediately picked up his longsword and stood up excitedly.

Thanks to the powerful regenerative ability of his iron body, his physical strength had already recovered to 60-70% a few minutes ago, but since Zhou Changqing didn't say anything, he couldn't urge him.

After a while~
Zhou Changqing led Shen Bailian to another training room. On the far left of the training room, there were many sets of protective gear and various unsharpened cold weapons. In the center of the room, there were many wooden mannequins.

The ground is no longer soft and fluffy, but rather firmer, providing more stable support for the body and making it easier to exert force.

"Put it on."

Zhou Changqing took a long sword and a set of protective gear from the shelf. He threw the latter to Shen Bailian and, under Shen's puzzled gaze, explained, "According to the original plan, I should have let you use the unsharpened horse-slaying sword to familiarize yourself with the power generation techniques first."

"But now, you only have a few days before you participate in the Wilderness Trial. If you don't get to know your combat partner quickly, there will be big problems. So for the next few days, you will have to practice your swordsmanship with your own horse-slaying sword in this training room."

Upon hearing this, Shen Bailian looked at the horse-slaying saber in his hand and pondered for a moment. Indeed, as Zhou Changqing said, there was a period of break-in time needed when using a weapon, especially a cold weapon.

Wearing protective gear is normal during the beginner stage. If you accidentally hurt yourself with this kind of machete, it's not a minor injury that can be healed in a few days.

After quickly putting on his protective gear, Shen Bailian stood still.

Zhou Changqing's sharp gaze fell on the young man in front of him. He nodded in satisfaction, and the last trace of doubt in his heart was completely eliminated.

Whether someone is practicing the Five Spirits Fist seriously can be seen from their posture.

With head held high, body upright, spine straight, and standing like a pine tree, one can give off an impression of being impeccable and unshakeable simply by standing there casually.

This level of martial arts skill is something that many martial artists who have devoted themselves to the Five Elements Fist for many years can easily achieve.

Shen Bailian, however, only took less than a week, which is enough to show how terrifying his talent is.

Zhou Changqing cleared his throat, his expression turned serious, and he said loudly:

"Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks—the eighteen kinds of cold weapons. The sword is the bravest of all weapons, the spear is the king of all weapons, and the sword is the sovereign of all weapons. However, most martial artists mainly choose the sword. Do you know why?"

"Simple and efficient".

"Yes, it's simple and efficient."

A satisfied smile appeared on Zhou Changqing's face. He thought to himself, "As expected of a genius, he has summarized the core of the sword technique in just four simple words." He continued, "The core essence of the sword technique can be summed up in three words: speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness!"

"I only have a basic understanding of swordsmanship, and there's not much I can teach you."

As Zhou Changqing spoke, he walked up to the wooden dummy and with a crisp clang, his long sword was drawn.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
A series of white streaks flashed before Shen Bailian's eyes, the blade light blurred in an instant, and the air seemed to explode faintly.

By the time he came to his senses, Zhou Changqing had already returned.

Just as Shen Bailian was wondering, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he walked straight to the front of the wooden dummy and gave it a gentle push.

In an instant, like a collapsing domino, the dummy was transformed into dozens of uniformly thick slices, even the sheet metal inside was cut off, the cut surfaces were perfectly smooth, without the slightest wrinkle.

"Finally, we've got this kid under control."

Zhou Changqing watched the boy stand there in shock, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of smugness in his heart.

"Coach, I don't have to pay for this, do I?"

(End of this chapter)