Disguised as a man, she returned to the military academy and was forced to study again.

Wan Conglun huddled on the command module's sofa, a scowl on his face, like a young wife who had been wronged. Ji Li sat expressionlessly in his chair, working, his occasional sneer particularly terrifying. The air pressure on the entire spacecraft was terribly low.

This atmosphere had persisted for three days. Wan Conglun was weeping internally. He had clearly spoken so rigorously and truthfully.

He tried to make peace many times, but was always driven back by Ji Li's cold attitude. It was only when Yan Qi was around that things got a little better.

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Wan Conglun could no longer bear this depressing atmosphere and wanted to go out!

So he stood up tremblingly and said:

"Master, it's almost time for dinner. I'll go get Brother Xiaochang out of the gravity training room."

Ji Li sat at his seat, flipping through the report, and sneered without even looking up: "Ha."

Wan Conglun: ...

If it doesn't work, just beat me up, stop laughing...

……

"1007"

"1008"

"1009"

Every time Yan Qi swung his sword, the central optical computer would report a number.

Her hair was soaked with sweat. Swinging the knife under nine times the gravity made her sweat profusely. Yan Qi's body's gravity tolerance had reached 9.8 times, but it could not reach 10 times no matter what.

It wasn't until the number reached "1500" and gravity disappeared that Yan Qi half-knelt down exhausted, sweat dripping onto the floor. He gasped for breath and waited for a while before clinging to the door frame and making his way out.

"Wan Conglun?" Yan Qi asked in confusion. She didn't understand why Wan Conglun was here.

Wan Conglun said with a sad face, "Brother Xiaochang! I can't stand being with the young master any longer, so I found an opportunity to come out and find you."

Yan Qi wiped his sweat and nodded in understanding. Ji Li did seem to be in a bad mood these past few days, and he was even busier. He took another breath and asked, "How long have you been here?"

Wan Conglun replied: "About ten minutes, just enough time to watch you finish practicing a set of sword techniques."

Yan Qi stood for a while before sitting down on the stool next to him and casually placed the dragon bone dagger on the table.

Wan Conglun had noticed this knife when he was watching Yan Qi practice outside. He picked up the dragon bone dagger with interest and examined it carefully. The blade was completely black, and the blade was shining with a faint cold light, emitting a dangerous aura. He said:

"Brother Xiaochang, your knife is extraordinary."

Yan Qi was already exhausted and didn't want to talk. Beads of sweat slid down his temples along his fair skin.

Wan Conglun tossed the blade in his hand again, thinking to himself how strange it felt. He flicked the blade, and it hummed, then quickly calmed down. He was even more amazed and said, "That's really strange! Your blade is like memory metal, but tougher and sharper, and the forging is also excellent. Brother Xiaochang, where did you get this amazing blade?"

"Rubble alley, third floor underground." Yan Qi replied weakly.

Wan Conglun's face showed an expression of "No, brother, it turns out that what you said before was true." He looked again and realized that it was really possible to buy good knives in the red light district. Even such niche tracks can be found. He quickly made up for it: "Haha, not only are you good at knives, but the knife skills you practice are also good. I think it's good to use it to strengthen your body!"

what?

Yan Qi jumped up from the table after hearing this. In her previous life, her fellow disciples had also told her the same thing because their physical foundations were too poor and they had practiced hard for years without making any progress. They said her skills were just fancy moves and that what she had practiced was just to improve her health.

Forget it before, she knew her physical condition.

But things were different now. She had been practicing swordsmanship for two lifetimes, nearly ten years. Although her skills were not outstanding, they were at least above average.

Now she doesn't allow anyone to question her ability to wield a knife! And she uses it for self-defense, not to strengthen her body!

She wants to prove herself!

Wan Conglun had just turned around and didn't see Yan Qi rise. He imitated Yan Qi's movements and performed a few moves. The whole movement was smooth and flowing, extremely fast, and full of tenacity. The tip of the sword was so fast that it cut through the air with a short crackling sound.

Yan Qi: ...

Then he lay down silently again. The mecha pilot's body was too abnormal.

Good night, world.

Wan Conglun stopped and turned around, saying in amazement, "Yan Qi, your sword is truly a precious one! It can even make a cracking sound!"

Not all sharp blades can produce this sound. First, the wielder must possess sufficient strength and skill. Second, the blade must be thin, sharp, with smooth lines and a tough material. Both conditions are essential.

Yan Qi: Haha, do you think that praising my knife now will make me happy? Not ever!

Wan Conglun placed the knife back in front of Yan Qi, dragged out a chair and sat down, saying seriously, "Brother Xiaochang, I think you're a little biased in this sword technique. Your stabbing technique is much stronger than the others."

Yan Qi raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected Wan Conglun to figure it out after just one look. If she'd practiced the entire Tang Dao technique ten thousand times, she'd practiced the stabbing technique alone thirty thousand times, swinging the sword again and again.

Her previous physical condition was not enough to support her to achieve her set goals, so she practiced this knife repeatedly.

Stabbing is the essence of the sword, and taking lives is beyond one's control.

No one would practice a single move alone, but Yan Qi could. She wasn't really pursuing the ultimate swordsmanship, but she wanted to tell everyone, "I could do it."

She climbed up step by step, not only because of her intelligence, but also because of her persistence.

When she was out for internship at White Lion Academy after placing third, every instructor who came to select students looked at her with regret, "What a pity! With such a bright mind, her physique is only D-grade. I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to break through to A-grade in her lifetime."

Only lieutenant generals of Class A and above can select each other in advance. This is the fastest way for military academy students to rise to prominence.

She was rejected again and again. If before the automatic allocation

If we can’t find a warship to receive, we have to start with basic officers.

Yes, there is gold everywhere in White Lion Academy, who would be willing to waste their only mutual selection spot?

For all her four years of hard work at White Lion Academy, her third place seemed like a joke. It wasn't until the last few days of the automatic placement that the teacher cheerfully approached her and asked:

"Little girl, would you like to join me and become my student?"

Yan Qi couldn't believe it. She had only come to the mutual selection to get on the warship early, and had never thought that anyone would want to take her in as a student. Having a teacher in the army was like growing wings, allowing her to fly higher and farther than others.