Senior Brother, Stop It, You Are A Villain!

Four Years (1)

Cultivation Academy, the martial arts arena.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in white was holding a long blue sword and moving gracefully, almost like she was dancing, under the watchful eyes of dozens of people.

She shook her hand, and dozens of sword energies shot out like raindrops.

However, although the rain of sword energy is dense, it is orderly and clear.

The girl is like the most brilliant musician. Although the rhythm is as dense as raindrops, every single note is clear, crisp and moving, like pearls and jade falling on the plate, and rain hitting plantains.

After the first round of sword energy, the girl’s sword turned around, and the azure blue long sword transformed into thousands of bodies at that moment, and, like a peacock spreading its tail, it stabbed at dozens of different directions almost in the same time, causing everyone to scream involuntarily in exclamation.

When the sword energy was about to be exhausted, the girl’s sword force rose again, and new sword energies continued like a tide, sweeping out wave after wave.

Faintly, one can see the faint electric light jumping on it.

With more and more lightning, the sound of “cracking” could be clearly heard in the air, and a vortex formed by the condensation of lightning gradually appeared in front of the girl.

Just when the lightning became more and more dazzling, and it seemed that it was about to explode, the girl lifted the lightning high with her long sword.

At the next moment, there was a loud rumbling noise in the air.

Everyone present felt that their sense of hearing had been taken away, and only the roar of lightning kept lingering in their minds.

After a long time, everyone finally recovered from the loud noise. Looking at the young girl again, they saw that she had sheathed her sword, and her expression was calm as if she had just completed a trivial matter.

It was only at this time that everyone realized that they had forgotten to breathe under the shock brought by the girl’s movements.

After a while, applause sounded like a tide.

The girl waved her hand calmly, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

After the applause stopped, the girl said calmly, “What I demonstrated to you just now is the ‘Tianlun Sword Art’. This Tianlun Sword Art is very effective in group battles, but it is less effective in one-on-one battles. Such properties are often greatly overlooked, so everyone should pay attention to the situation at the time when using it. The basic key of this sword art is the word ‘quick.’ It is fast and orderly, and each sword energy must be hit at the position it should be hit…”

During the girl’s eloquent explanation, everyone present listened very carefully. From time to time, some people raised their hands to ask their own questions, and the girl answered them one by one.

About a quarter of an hour later, the girl had finished explaining the Tianlun Sword Art.

Seeing that everyone no longer raised any questions, the girl said, “The Tianlun Sword Art that I will demonstrate to you today, everyone should practice a lot after returning home. You must be able to use it properly within three days and use it proficiently within seven days. The standard skilled use is that the accuracy of sword energies’ position can reach more than sixty percent. Well then, let’s practice separately!”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone wailed.

“How could it be? To achieve sixty percent accuracy? Teacher Feng, just kill me!”

“Exactly! This sixty percent accuracy is not something normal people can accomplish, right?”

“Teacher Feng, don’t treat others as yourself! I really can’t do it!”

“It’s over, it’s over, it seems that there is nothing else to do these days, and all the time has to be used to practice Tianlun Sword Art!”

…

Amidst the wailing, a faint smile appeared on the face of the girl who was still as cold as ice. She said, “This is my requirement. Failure to do so will only prove that you are stupid. If you don’t want to be deemed stupid, then practice hard. Those who fail to meet my requirements will face punishment!”

Everyone’s complexion changed drastically, and they no longer dared to say anything to complain, and hurriedly found a place to practice.

The girl walked to a corner of the martial arts arena on her own, sat on a chair, and watched everyone practicing the Tianlun Sword Art that she had just taught.

Although their techniques are unfamiliar, they are still working hard to adjust the position of each sword, striving to meet the requirements mentioned by the girl.

Although the girl looked very young—well, in fact, she was truly not very old—everyone present was afraid of this girl, and they did not dare to underestimate her because of her young age.

Because this girl is the swordsmanship teacher of the Cultivation Academy, and no one in the entire Cultivation Academy can compare to her in terms of swordsmanship.

There are even rumors that even Xiao Ruoyao, the Xiaoyao Sword Immortal, highly approves of her swordsmanship talent, and believes that her future achievements will be no less and possibly even greater than her own.

However, whenever she taught swordsmanship, her requirements were also very strict. No one knew how many former rebellious students fell under her sword, and were severely taught to be human by her long sword. As for their fate, everyone present subconsciously chose to avoid thinking and talking about it.

Because it is too miserable.

So in front of this girl, even if they are simply pretending, they have to pretend that they are working hard so that they would not be targeted by the girl!

As a result, the scene of the martial arts arena is in full swing. Everyone was sweating profusely from the practice, and they didn’t know whether they were tired or scared.

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