Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

"In addition to the forbidden ruins, we also need strong physique, mental strength, and combat skills to fight against the mysterious."

Skills can be divided into cold weapons and firearms, with cold weapons ultimately being the true king.

Today, I will teach you close combat with cold weapons.

On the training field, there were close combat experts who had just been transferred from headquarters. It is said that they flew to the training camp early this morning.

Before they could even rest or learn about the situation, they immediately began giving the new recruits their first lesson.

This was the first time in his life.

At this moment, the newly arrived instructor, Han, was explaining cold weapons with great enthusiasm.

"Most of the Night Watchmen use standard weapons, like the Star Blade." Instructor Han held a straight blade in his hand and drew it from its sheath.

"The first essential for using a straight knife well is reaction speed!"

Instructor Han demonstrated various knife-handling techniques on stage.

Sitting next to Zhao Wentian, Lin Qiye dozed off, not because the instructor was bad, but because Chen Muye had already explained it.

And all of them were based on personal experience.

Lin Qiye was beaten a lot over the course of a month.

As for Zhao Wentian, needless to say, he has even created several straight-blade combat techniques by integrating various sword techniques.

Zhao Wentian had a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Among the more than two hundred new recruits, he was the only one with such privilege.

Moreover, the cigarettes he smoked were brought back by Yuan Gang.

They're new recruits after all, and living next to the head instructor is a good advantage, especially since these guys like to play mahjong...

He used his Martial Arts Heavenly Eye to fight them, and they all owed him a lot of money, especially Instructor Hong.

"Hey, you new recruit who smokes, come up here and give everyone a demonstration."

Instructor Han frowned; he had taken a liking to Zhao Wentian, who was smoking, at first glance.

I used to be a recruit myself, but I've never seen anyone as arrogant as this kid.

A new recruit should act like a new recruit. Everyone else was listening attentively, but he was smoking.

Soldiers like this need to be taught a lesson!

However, this Instructor Han was quite strange; he didn't seem to care at all about the other recruits' stares.

Lin Qiye's expression was the most exaggerated; he knew what had happened during his practice sessions with the captain.

Having grown up by Zhao Kongcheng's side, he already had a solid foundation, plus... the captain's special training, and that insane swordsmanship.

Unexpectedly, the instructor's debut was with a seasoned veteran...

In the instructors' dormitory, Instructor Hong was playing mahjong with three other instructors when he suddenly received a phone call.

"ah????"

"Didn't Instructor Han read the synopsis? Stop it immediately!!"

"What? They're already on stage."

Instructor Hong suddenly lost interest in mahjong and quickly stood up to run towards the training ground.

"No, Instructor Hong, you can't do this! You think you can just run away after winning money?"

"Neither right nor wrong."

Instructor Hong grabbed the money from the box and shrugged. "The new Instructor Han specifically asked to spar with Wentian on swordsmanship."

The other instructors: Σ(?д?|||)?? Hurry up and go check on them! The commander said this instructor was brought in from headquarters, it's his first time being an instructor, don't let him cripple him....

Zhao Wentian stood up and stubbed out his cigarette.

Plop.

He jumped onto the stage.

Zhao Wentian went up on stage, picked up a wooden sword, and stood opposite Instructor Han.

Instructor Han flicked the knife, then continued explaining to the recruits below: "...I've already explained several ways to use a knife, now..."

Zhao Wentian stood there, his straight sword lowered slightly.

A faint glint of blade light appeared.

In fact, he did not use the forbidden technique; it was just a simple knife-wielding motion.

There's an arrogance about it that could cleave the sky in two.

Lin Qiye sensed something was wrong and felt his lips twitch violently.

Instructor Han continued explaining earnestly, and then said:

"Now, I'll demonstrate for you how to chop."

As he spoke, Instructor Han turned around, his heart skipped a beat.

At first glance, it doesn't look like anything special.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed something was wrong.

The recruits on the other side looked like top-tier, battle-hardened killers...

Instructor Han raised his knife, took a step forward, and changed the trajectory of the blade the instant he struck, slashing directly at Zhao Wentian.

Snapped--

There was a soft sound.

The moment their wooden swords clashed, Zhao Wentian's straight sword emitted bursts of sword energy.

Instructor Han's hand trembled slightly. First, there was a suction force, and then a powerful pushing force.

boom--

The wooden sword in Instructor Han's hand shattered instantly.

Instructor Han's lips twitched as he looked at Zhao Wentian, who had a completely calm expression, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Learned it?"

"I've studied it!"

Instructor Han took a deep breath. "Do you know what that knife just now meant?"

"I don't know."

Zhao Wentian shrugged, his straight blade hanging down, and his left hand moved slightly. "All I know is that our Star Blade is more like a sword."

It can be used to stab, chop, or pick.

Not long ago, while I was practicing with my sword, I discovered that the Star Blade could…”

Zhao Wentian simply demonstrated it as he walked.

Starting hand

Swing the knife,

Raise the knife.

Although it was just a wooden sword, the more it was swung, the more the golden light on the blade became.

The blade gradually affected the air, a gentle breeze caressing the face, until it turned into a gale, the gale carrying the blade's energy.

With a swing of the blade, it cleaved... The rocks in the distance of the training ground were shattered into pieces by the crescent-shaped blade's edge.

After Zhao Wentian demonstrated it once,

Instructor Han was dumbfounded. He swallowed hard, wishing he could learn the sword technique immediately; it was truly amazing.

Without using forbidden areas, just by wielding a sword, ordinary people can develop sword energy. If this sword technique could be popularized in various teams, that would be wonderful.

Wouldn't that be... a great achievement?

"Have you thought of a name for this sword technique?"

Instructor Han, like a devoted fan, stepped forward and asked.

"no!"

Zhao Wentian murmured, "Three moves in total: Start, Movement, and Slash!"

However, it requires swinging the knife 10,000 times a day...

"Hmm? What's your name?"

"Zhao Wentian!"

Instructor Han searched his memory. Zhao Wentian? Wentian? It sounded vaguely familiar. He gently patted his head.

"Alright, alright, how about we call it the Three Forms of Asking the Heavens?"

Below the stage, Lin Qiye's lips twitched, and he cursed inwardly, "Isn't this just the ordinary swordsmanship the captain taught us?"

Instructor Han let out a long sigh of relief. "Good heavens, you go down first, I'll find someone else to try."

"Yeah, you, the one who's spacing out, that recruit, come up here."

Lin Qiye felt someone tug at his shoulder. He looked up and saw Zhao Wentian. He said, "I'm calling you."

Lin Qiye jumped onto the training platform.

Instructor Han looked at the easy-going young man in front of him.

"Have you studied swordsmanship?"

"I've studied it; I'm the junior brother of that person."

"Who is Master?"

"Team 136 Captain, Chen Muye."

"..." Instructor Han closed his eyes, looking as if he wanted to beat himself to death, and gritted his teeth, "You also know his swordsmanship?"

“I know a little, but…” Lin Qiye paused, then said meaningfully, “Instructor, actually my senior brother is better at using the sword.”

"Yes, you... may leave."

Lin Qiye returned to his seat expressionlessly. He could sense the expression on the instructor's face when he heard the name "Chen Muye"...

Instructor Han turned around and murmured softly.

"Come on, Han Li, they're just a bunch of newbies... how could they all be so freakish?"

come on! Come on! !

Never give up, never abandon...

He took a deep breath, turned around, and his gaze fell on a somewhat expressionless young man... not very strong... hmm, he'll do.

"You come here," Instructor Han said calmly.

Cao Yuan was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and then went up.

Have you ever learned to use a knife?

"No...no."

"Do you have any forbidden items on you?"

"No."

Cao Yuan, with an innocent look on his face, said cautiously, "Instructor, this humble monk cannot use a knife."

"It's okay, young man. I used to be too scared to carry a knife either, but then my girlfriend left me. Be brave, everything will be alright."

Instructor Han frowned, thinking the recruit was probably scared. He picked up the knife, forcefully shoved it into Cao Yuan's hand, and said with a smile,

"Yes, everything will be alright..."

"But if I were to take a knife..."

Before the words were even finished...

boom--! ! ! !

The black aura surged into the sky, centered on Cao Yuan.

"Hehehe..."

After watching Zhao Wentian show off at the training ground, Instructor Hong and his group went back to play mahjong.

Hearing the sound, he jumped to his feet...

"Damn it! I forgot about that Cao Cao traitor in the fasting camp!!"