Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

"Sword Technique - Vertical Slash!"

Jiang Xiaoming swung his sword down fiercely.

However, in Ye Ge's eyes, this sword strike was full of flaws.

Almost reflexively, Ye Ge merely flicked his sword casually.

"Crack!"

The wooden sword in Jiang Xiaoming's hand was snapped in two with a single blow!

The broken half of the wooden sword flew out from above.

A panel notification also appeared in front of Night Song:

[Congratulations! You have mastered a new sword technique during battle—the Sword-Piercing Strike!]

"???"

The male teacher was dumbfounded.

Today is the second day of school, and the male teacher is still unaware of the family backgrounds of each student in the class.

I originally thought that Jiang Xiaoming was one of the more outstanding students in this class.

Who would have thought that this seemingly frail Ye Ge was actually quite formidable?

"oops!"

Jiang Xiaoming dropped the wooden sword from his hand and fell hard on his backside, the pain bringing tears to his eyes.

"You...you...whoa!..."

The chubby boy burst into tears.

Night Song: "..."

"Teacher, I'm reporting this! This isn't fair!" Jiang Xiaoming sobbed, pointing at the wooden sword in the night singer's hand. "His wooden sword is sharper than mine. My sword broke as soon as it touched him!"

"...Don't talk nonsense. These are standard training wooden swords prepared by the teacher. They're all made of the same material, there's absolutely no difference!"

The male teacher walked over and gave Jiang Xiaoming a disapproving look.

This kid, he can't beat them and he still makes excuses!

"Okay, that's it."

The male teacher placed his hand on Ye Ge's shoulder, looked at him, and asked, "Have you studied swordsmanship before?"

"Well, just a little bit," Ye Ge could only say.

"Okay, very good." The male teacher smiled and said, "Then for this lesson, you can come and demonstrate for everyone with me."

"Well..." Ye Ge scratched his head, "Maybe we shouldn't?"

The male teacher was taken aback and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

What should I do if I get injured?

"Haha, don't worry, I'm very careful with my attacks, I definitely won't hurt you. Besides, I won't use soul power, we're just demonstrating a simple sword technique."

Ye Ge opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

"OK then......"

Soon, Jiang Xiaoming was taken away.

Ye Ge and the male teacher stood face to face on the practice platform.

They each held a wooden sword in their hands.

"Students, watch carefully. First, I'll show you some basic defensive moves."

The male teacher smiled at Ye Ge in front of him, holding a sword in one hand and the other behind his back: "Come on, attack with all your might!"

Ye Ge hesitated: "Go all out?"

He has just mastered the golden ability and has not yet fully mastered the control of his power.

As a veteran gamer, he knew that even a wooden sword, enhanced to +13 stars, could easily kill someone, even if used by an ordinary person with no strength!

It would be terrible if someone got hurt.

"Of course I'll go all out." The male teacher chuckled. "It's alright, kid, come on, don't be shy with me! I've been trained too!"

【Ding! 】

Daily tasks have been refreshed.

[Mission Objective: Defeat the male teacher during the school's swordsmanship class.]

[Task Reward: 5 Lucky Blind Boxes]

Ye Ge's eyes lit up.

Daily quests?

"Is that so... alright."

"Then, teacher, I won't stand on ceremony!"

Ye Ge's expression changed instantly. Without any hesitation, he slowly raised the wooden sword in his hand, his eyes gradually becoming sharp and serious.

'It looks pretty good...'

The male teacher smiled faintly to himself.

He seems to be a very hardworking student...

"Of course, don't be shy, go ahead and attack..."

"Shh-!"

The male teacher was still expressing his satisfaction when, in the next moment, a sharp, swift clang of a wooden sword rang out!

The male teacher's pupils dilated instantly.

Night Song has already launched an attack with his sword!

"Click——"

Clang...

The male teacher was still in a daze.

The sword in his hand had vanished without a trace.

It turned out that it had been knocked away by Night Song's wooden sword and landed behind the combat platform...

Ye Ge's wooden sword swiftly struck the male teacher in the abdomen!

"Ow—!"

The male teacher cried out in pain, his face turning green instantly. He clutched his stomach and squatted down, unable to speak for a moment.

"Wow......"

The students in the class exclaimed in amazement upon seeing this scene.

The female students, in particular, looked at Ye Ge with eyes sparkling with admiration.

Pairs of little hands clapped enthusiastically.

Xia Xiyao, in particular, played the drums most enthusiastically.

Gao Shenxue looked at Ye Ge with a suspicious expression.

After a while, the male teacher slowly recovered and stood up from the ground, rubbing his stomach.

This little guy... he's really ruthless!

But you can't really blame Ye Ge, since he was the one who made her use her full strength...

Thankfully... he had training...

The male teacher looked somewhat complicated: "What was that move you just used... called? How was it so fast?"

"That move just now?" Ye Ge tilted his head, pondered for a moment, and the panel reappeared before his eyes:

[Congratulations! You have mastered a new sword technique during battle—Charging Sword Style!]

"Hmm... it should be called 'Sword Strike Style'."

"..."

The male teacher's expression was complicated.

Could this kid come from a family of swordsmen?

"Cough cough cough... The teacher wasn't paying attention just now, let's do it again."

“Okay.” Ye Ge replied obediently.

The male teacher picked up the wooden sword and returned it to the combat platform.

This time, he dared not be careless again. He held his sword with both hands, and his eyes became serious: "Come on, attack me all you want."

Night Song didn't hold back and made another move.

"when!"

"when!"

"Crack!"

After two simple moves, the wooden sword in the male teacher's hand flew out again.

The male teacher was completely dumbfounded.

He couldn't see Ye Ge's sword technique at all.

He felt as if the wooden sword in his hand was being entangled by a nimble snake; even with greater strength, he couldn't exert any force and was easily sent flying by his opponent...

Ye Ge looked up.

[Congratulations! You have mastered a new sword technique during battle—Gentle Sword Style!]

"The teacher...their hand slipped..."

The male teacher looked at the innocent eyes of his students and felt his face burning with embarrassment: "That doesn't count, let's do it again!"

"..."

Ye Ge sighed, "Alright."

Okay, let's add a little water then...

Being a teacher isn't easy either.

It's not good to embarrass someone.

“This time, I’ll attack, and you’ll defend.” The male teacher gritted his teeth.

Night Song: "Okay."

This time, the male teacher identified Ye Ge's weakness.

Even though his swordsmanship is excellent, he has a fatal weakness.

height!

Too young, not tall enough, and not long enough.

This means that his defensive range is very narrow!

"Come!"

The male teacher roared and swung his sword.

Ye Ge frowned slightly, sensing the power of the sword strike.

A sense of crisis made him subconsciously raise his hand and swing his sword with all his might!

[Congratulations! You have mastered a new sword technique during battle—the Sword Breaking Style!]

"Crack——!"

"Boom!"

The wooden sword in the male teacher's hand snapped in two with a "crack"...

In an instant, just like Jiang Xiaoming before, he was forced back several steps by the sword's force and fell to the ground with a "thud".

The male teacher stared blankly at the broken wooden sword in his hand, looking utterly bewildered.

He was actually attacked by a first-grader who had just started school...

"Teacher, I'm sorry, are you alright?" Ye Ge approached the male teacher apologetically, wanting to help him up.

He had originally intended to hold back a bit.

However, the male teacher's sword strike was very powerful, and Ye Ge's special talent as a weapon spirit immediately sensed the threat of the sword, so she subconsciously lost control.

Male teacher: "N-nothing..."