In his frenzied state, Cao Yuan would give no one a chance to breathe. He darted forward to Instructor Han, his flaming wooden sword poised to strike at any moment.

At this point, Instructor Han had no time to dodge.

"Seven Nights, save him!" Lin Shi shouted, then rushed straight towards Cao Yuan.

Upon hearing the shouts, Lin Qiye rushed out with all his might. As he passed the weapon rack, he picked up a straight knife, then flashed in front of Instructor Han and blocked Cao Yuan's attack.

"Lin Shi, wrap the [Sealing Scroll] around his neck and circle it several times."

Without activating time acceleration, Lin Shi's speed was naturally slower than Lin Qiye's, but he arrived behind Cao Yuan while Lin Qiye blocked Cao Yuan's attack.

"I know!!" Then, Lin Shi took the [Sealing Scroll] and wrapped it around Cao Yuan's neck several times.

Feeling the restraint the [Sealing Scroll] exerted on him in his berserk state, Cao Yuan hurriedly tore at the [Sealing Scroll] around his neck with his free hand.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye rushed forward and struck his elbow hard with the back of his knife!

Cao Yuan's wooden sword flew out of his hand!

Lin Shi quickly went over and wrapped the [Sealing Scroll] around Cao Yuan's neck several more times, completely blocking the black flames, and then pulled it down sharply!

The madman Cao Yuan fell to the ground with a thud!

"It's done."

The black flames slowly receded, and when Cao Yuan's original skin was revealed, Lin Shi and Lin Qiye both breathed a sigh of relief.

Instructor Han walked over and asked with concern, "Are you two injured?"

Lin Shi and Lin Qiye shook their heads.

Lin Qiye noticed that Instructor Han was in a low mood.

"Instructor, don't overthink it. Those two can't be viewed as normal people."

"However, the original plan was to target you next, but after seeing what just happened, it seems you can't be viewed as a normal person..."

Lin Qiye: ...

"Yeah! Yeah! Instructor, those three are monsters in the training camp, unlike me, who is the normal person in this training camp."

Baili Pangpang patted Instructor Han on the back and comforted him.

Instructor Han felt much better and looked at Baili Pangpang as if he were grasping at the last straw.

"So what do you think was the key to defeating the mystery?"

"Just throw money at it, and if that's not enough, just keep throwing money at it."

Instructor Han gaped, questioning his existence once again. Was this what a normal person in the training camp was like?

Lin Qiye finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Instructor, don't listen to his nonsense. He's not from an ordinary family. His family is a family that deals in forbidden items, and they're very rich."

Instructor Han remained silent. The first lesson had turned out like this... and all four he'd chosen were freaks.

It seems that fighting on the battlefield and teaching students are two completely different things. It seems that I am really not suited for teaching.

Before long, a group of fully armed instructors rushed over. When they saw the devastated training ground, their brows furrowed slightly.

"Old Han, are you alright?" one of the instructors asked worriedly when he saw blood at the corner of Instructor Han's mouth.

"What's the big deal about this little injury? Back in the day, I was..." Instructor Han recounted his glorious deeds to avoid worrying others.

Suddenly, she changed the subject, saying, "I don't think I'm suited for teaching."

The instructors exchanged bewildered glances; this was a direct collapse of his Dao heart...

Instructor Hong reluctantly pulled Instructor Han aside, and after much persuasion, Instructor Han ultimately refused to leave.

In fact, Instructor Hong didn't say anything, but he told him the true identities of the four people.

Two agents of the gods, one owner of an extremely dangerous forbidden area, and a young master from the Baili family.

Finally, Instructor Han returned to the training ground, picked up his straight knife, and continued teaching.

......

“Your moves are all very standard, just like in a textbook, but something is missing.”

Instructor Han stared at Lin Qiye, and after fighting with him for a while, he found that Lin Qiye's movements were too rigid and stiff. He could only apply formulas. Even if he mastered the formulas, he could only be called an expert, not a master.

"Your knife lacks a soul."

If you blindly imitate other people's fighting styles without making your own changes and seeking the essence of using the knife in your own way, you will lack that spiritual charm.

In this way, even if you imitate that person's swordsmanship perfectly, it will never be your own.

Therefore, in subsequent battles, you must integrate what you have learned and comprehend your own swordsmanship.

Lin Qiye fell into deep thought. During the sword fight with the opponent, he also felt that Instructor Han's swordsmanship was obviously much more flexible than his own.

"what about me?"

Lin Shi stood to the side, looking on with curiosity.

Instructor Han is truly skilled, proficient in all eighteen martial arts techniques, including swords, spears, and halberds. Lin Shi was very curious about what kind of evaluation he would give him.

"You? Although you are still very inexperienced, there is already a bit of inspiration in your swordsmanship."

During the battle, I could feel that you were not bound by any particular form, but rather used everything you had learned with ease. For example, when you used your sword techniques, you clearly stopped when you realized that continuing to use them would be disadvantageous to you, and instead used another technique to avoid danger.

Now all you need to do is accumulate more practical experience, master all the techniques, and then create your own unique moves.

Am I... a genius?

Lin Shi was quite surprised, not expecting Instructor Han to have such a high opinion of him.

I simply remembered that there were no fixed moves, only actions that were useful at the time and Bruce Lee's famous quotes.

When the other party shrinks back, I should stand up; when the other party stands up, I should be cautious and take precautions at every turn.

This is the principle of advancing by retreating and retreating by advancing.

I just learned his methods and became a genius... Bruce Lee's eternal fantasy.

"Thank you, Instructor Han," Lin Shi and Lin Qiye said in unison.

"No need, no need. Teaching you is my duty as an instructor. I also want to witness firsthand how you prodigies grow."

Lin Shi and Lin Qiye exchanged a glance, both feeling the same sentiment.

During this training camp, they truly seemed to be among the most exceptional talents.

noon.

When the freshmen arrived at the cafeteria full of expectations, only to find that it was still just plain white steamed buns with raw meat, their morale plummeted, and some even vomited.

"Raw meat and steamed buns again..." Baili Pangpang sighed helplessly.

"Didn't they add a small dish of pickled vegetables?" Lin Shi stuffed the pickled vegetables into the white steamed bun and took a big bite.

"This little bit of pickled vegetables isn't even enough for a few bites," Lin Qiye complained.

"This is just to give us a little salt. If the raw meat and steamed buns weren't salty, we wouldn't have been given any pickled vegetables at all." Lin Shi continued eating the white steamed bun with pickled vegetables, and even reached out to pick up the small dish of pickled vegetables in front of Lin Qiye.

Fortunately, Lin Qiye reacted quickly and prevented Lin Shi from succeeding.

"Why are you putting salt in my food? I don't need to replenish my salt!" Lin Qiye stared at Lin Shi with a dark face.

"Exactly, exactly, it was gone in just a few bites, not enough at all." Baili Pangpang finished his steamed bun with pickled vegetables, still looking like he wanted more.

Just then, Cao Yuan silently handed his pickled vegetables to Lin Qiye, saying, "If Qiye doesn't have enough, I have more here."

Lin Qiye was taken aback, while Baili Pangpang's eyes widened. "Hey bro, this is pickled vegetables! Aren't you going to eat it?"

"If Lin Qiye wants to eat, I'll give it to him."

"No need for that. You need to replenish your salt too. You don't need to give me any," Lin Qiye said, placing the pickled vegetables in front of him back on Cao Yuan's table.

"If you won't eat it, I will."

Lin Shi leaned forward and stretched out his hand with such speed that his face contorted in a ferocious expression, his target being the pickled vegetables on Cao Yuan's table.

Seeing that Lin Shi's hand was about to reach the dish of pickled vegetables, Lin Qiye did not hesitate and directly grabbed Lin Shi's throat and pulled him back, preventing him from reaching the pickled vegetables.

"Qi Ye, be gentle, be gentle, I'm suffocating..." Lin Shi patted Lin Qi Ye's arm.

"I'll let go as long as you promise not to 'steal' the pickled vegetables anymore." Lin Qiye loosened his grip slightly, but still held Lin Shi firmly in his arms.

Cao Yuan: "(*^▽^*)." Qi Ye is protecting his own pickled vegetables; he still cares about me.

Baili Pangpang: "( ̄ェ ̄;)"

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