Godslayer: I am the agent of King of Glory heroes

"The world of big shots is so simple and unadorned, ordinary yet extraordinary. Fatty, have you figured it out?" Jiang Shiyuan looked at Baili Fatty.

"I can't figure it out..." Baili Pangpang, who prides himself on being an ordinary person, truly felt the value of the saying "masters are often found among ordinary people".

……

After Zhou Ping finished mopping the floor, the five reserve team members found five small stools from somewhere, sat in a row, and prepared for class with obedient expressions.

Under the expectant gazes of the five students, Zhou Ping silently pointed to a small box in the corner, "This is your textbook for class."

"Textbooks? They must be good stuff, I'll go get them!" Baili Pangpang happily went over, picked up the box, and excitedly opened it.

"What's this?" Cao Yuan moved closer to Baili Pangpang, took a book out of the box, and read the title on the cover with a puzzled look, "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer?"

"Is this our textbook? Is it one book per person?" Lin Qiye's eyes also showed confusion.

"There's also 'The Legend of Zhen Huan,' how about I choose this one and reread it?" Jiang Shiyuan casually picked up a book, which happened to be "The Legend of Zhen Huan," and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"!" Zhou Ping's expression changed when he heard Jiang Shiyuan say the words "The Legend of Zhen Huan," and his hands hanging at his sides began to twitch.

How did they include "Empresses in the Palace"? His teacher recommended it, it wasn't a textbook. Should he try to get it back...?

"Aren't these novels?" Cao Yuan asked, frowning as he rummaged through the books in the box.

“These novels are teaching materials. Your training task this morning is to read novels.” As Zhou Ping spoke, his eyes remained fixed on “The Legend of Zhen Huan”.

Just as Jiang Shiyuan was about to put the book down, he seized the opportunity, darted out like lightning, and in the next instant, the copy of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" was in his hands.

"Sword Saint Senior?" Jiang Shiyuan's hand was suddenly empty, and she turned her head in surprise.

"This one...this one isn't it. Please choose another one," Zhou Ping said vaguely, unable to give a reason.

"Alright then." Jiang Shiyuan didn't mind at all, smiled understandingly, walked over to Baili Pangpang, squatted down and picked out a new novel to read later.

While Jiang Shiyuan was choosing books, Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask Zhou Ping why they were reading novels.

When everyone learned that the swordsmanship of the sword saint in front of them was learned from novels, they felt it was quite fantastical.

Lin Qiye, in particular, covered his face and rubbed it, feeling as if what had happened today was a dream.

Unable to resist, the group reluctantly sat on small stools and began reading novels.

Jiang Shiyuan, heartbroken at losing "The Legend of Zhen Huan," picked up "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and began reading it with great interest.

The surrounding space was very quiet, with only the faint sound of turning pages, just like how studying in a study room would be more efficient. In this atmosphere, Jiang Shiyuan was completely immersed in her own world.

By the time she took her leave of the book, Lin Qiye had already prepared the meal.

Well... actually, Zhou Ping tried cooking at first, but the results were disappointing, so he had to give up.

At the dinner table, Zhou Ping checked everyone's training progress, and to his surprise, everyone's progress was 0.

"How is that possible? Haven't any of you learned swordsmanship from novels?" He asked everyone again, but got the same result.

"Senior Sword Saint, is it possible that it's impossible for someone like you to comprehend sword techniques from a book?" Jiang Shiyuan looked at Zhou Ping's somewhat doubtful expression and helplessly rubbed his forehead.

"is that so……"

Zhou Ping remained silent for a long time, and did not speak again.

……

After lunch, it was almost time for the afternoon training to begin. The five looked at each other, waiting for Zhou Ping to announce the afternoon training schedule.

"We'll have live-fire training this afternoon. You guys go wait for me over there. I'll come over after I finish washing the dishes." Zhou Ping stood up and began clearing away the dishes.

Lin Qiye really wanted to help, but just like when he tried to help mop the floor that morning, he failed again. Helpless, the five of them had no choice but to walk back to the middle of the warehouse, sit back on their small stools, and make the most of their time to look at the 'teaching materials' for a while.

In the kitchen, Zhou Ping put away all the bowls and chopsticks, placed them in the sink, turned on the tap, and listened to the sound of running water, but did not start washing the dishes immediately.

"Hey……"

After a long sigh, Zhou Ping said with some distress, "Why can't everything in this world be as simple as washing dishes? Ye Fan... I really don't know how to get along with people, and I'm completely incapable of being a teacher..."

His swordsmanship was all learned from novels, but the five members of the reserve team didn't seem to have the same aptitude. How was he supposed to teach them swordsmanship? Ye Fan had really given him a difficult problem.

Inside the warehouse.

The five reserve team members were engrossed in reading the novel, unaware that in the kitchen not far away, their mentor was washing dishes while hesitating whether to abandon them and run away.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Ping finished washing the dishes, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared himself before pushing open the kitchen door and slowly walking towards the open space.

Because they were going to conduct practical training, the five of them had moved all the surrounding clutter away, leaving a large open space for them to fight.

"Who wants to go first?" Zhou Ping walked to the center of the open space and asked the five people.

Cao Yuan was the first to accept the challenge.

Jiang Shiyuan stood to the side, silently lighting a candle for Cao Yuan in her heart.

As expected, Zhou Ping forced Cao Yuan to exit the [Black King Annihilation] state in 3 seconds with just a chopstick.

"Thud—" The battle was so fast that Baili Pangpang was so startled that he dropped the potato chips in his hand.

Cao Yuan, now back to his original form, was also a little dazed. He subconsciously looked at Zhou Ping, "Senior Sword Saint..."

"Draw your sword," Zhou Ping replied simply.

“…Yes.” Cao Yuan suddenly had a bad feeling. He braced himself and put his hand on the hilt of the knife, once again transforming into the madman Cao Yuan.

"Hehehe... Ah!"

From that scream, one could hear the despair in Cao Yuan's heart.

After drawing his sword sixteen times, Cao Yuan was exhausted. Although he left the arena, his eyes became unfocused, as if silently saying, "I'm tired. Let the world end..."

The next member to be abused was Baili Pangpang.

He had already put down the potato chips in his hand when Cao Yuan was forced to exit the [Black King Annihilation] state for the second time.

Hilarious! Nobody can eat when they know they're about to get beaten up.

However, Baili Pangpang's [Disarm All Things] was still somewhat effective against Zhou Ping. The chopsticks in Zhou Ping's hand were imbued with his sword energy and actually turned into a forbidden object. He used this move to disarm the ordinary chopsticks.

"Hahahaha~ Without chopsticks, what can you do to me!" Baili Pangpang laughed wildly, feeling a sense of triumph.

"Don't you know that chopsticks are usually sold in pairs?" Zhou Ping blinked and silently reached into his pocket.

Baili Pangpang's laughter stopped abruptly, and a sense of crisis suddenly descended upon him.

"Disarm you!" Baili Pangpang pointed the chopstick in his hand at Zhou Ping, about to activate [Disarm All Things].

But his hand speed was no match for Zhou Ping's, and in the end, he was beaten into a pulp by Zhou Ping with tears in his eyes.

After Baili Pangpang, An Qingyu went to the battlefield.

An Qingyu didn't last long under Zhou Ping's command, but his eyes gleamed with admiration as he looked at the chopsticks in Zhou Ping's hand. Even though he was being beaten, he was happy to endure it.

"An Qingyu really hasn't forgotten her original intentions." Jiang Shiyuan sighed, wondering how best to describe An Qingyu.

As long as it's someone's area of ​​expertise, he wants to dissect them, no matter who it is. Sometimes she felt that An Qingyu's eyes turned green when she looked at them.