I Must Win

As a counselor, Zhang Peng mainly taught theoretical courses.

Today was the first time he taught Class B22 about "The Nine Forms of Swordplay".

However, among the first-year martial arts students, not many learn swordsmanship; they prefer techniques that maximize power, such as those involving knives, spears, axes, halberds, and hammers.

"Is anyone practicing the second move, the sweeping sword stance?" Zhang Peng asked.

Yang Ding was the only one in the class who shakily raised his hand.

The students burst into laughter, "With his skill level, he's actually learning swordsmanship."

"Instructor Ye is a close-combat expert, why are you making him learn swordsmanship?"

"He might as well learn the Thunderbolt Blade Technique; this guy doesn't even have a shield."

Zhang Peng sneered, "You bunch of noobs! Yang Ding killed three ghost kings and a ghost queen by cutting through the defenses of thousands of otherworldly demons with just one sword. You haven't even fought a single tough battle, what right do you have to laugh at him?"

"Counselor, but we're in Class B, we're the real Awakened Ones."

"I don't care whether you're B or not, whether you're enlightened or not, I only care about results."

He then went on to explain in detail the contents of the "Nine Sword Techniques" book that were not recorded therein.

"Many people practice the Nine Sword Forms incorrectly. If the initial method of circulating qi in the second form, 'Sweeping Sword Through the Forest,' is wrong, it will become just an ordinary close-combat sword technique. I'm not saying that close combat is bad, but what if you could release sword qi at any time while engaging in close combat?"

Yang Ding got excited as soon as he heard that.

"Counselor, what level of cultivation is required to unleash sword energy?"

"With the right method and the right amount of energy, 30,000 jin of force can release a sword aura about 30 centimeters long."

The whole class erupted in uproar.

Thirty thousand jin of strength is less than the cultivation level of the middle third rank, yet he can release sword energy.

"Isn't it only for officials of the fifth rank or above?"

"I said that if the method is correct, the so-called 'Wind Through the Forest' is essentially a dense pulse of true qi. The sweeping sword style is the foundation of the later long-range sword techniques. This is why the Grandmaster's Nine Sword Styles are overwhelming, while the idiot's Nine Sword Styles are just chickens pecking at each other."

"Holy crap, I know how to use True Qi Pulse!" Yang Ding was a little excited.

Class monitor Ma Shanfeng thought this counselor was a complete slacker.

As expected, a third-rank teacher is no better than a fourth-rank teacher. I don't know why the school had to change to such a lousy counselor.

"Counselor, are you kidding us? This is even harder than the fifth rank of cultivation. True Qi pulse is already a high-level technique, and it's as difficult as climbing to heaven for us. And to make matters worse, it's a dense pulse."

"You think it's difficult because you're an idiot."

The whole class burst into laughter.

Ma Shanfeng is, after all, the squad leader. As a veteran, how could he not try to save face?

"To be honest, my cultivation has already broken through to the middle stage of the first rank, and I am currently practicing the Taiping Saber Technique. If your prized disciple Yang Wei, ah, Yang Ding, has the guts, he can spar with my Miao Saber."

Before Yang Ding could even express his opinion, Counselor Zhang couldn't wait to say, "Yang Ding, teach him a lesson and make me, Old Zhang, proud. I was just thinking of changing class monitors anyway."

When the other students heard that there was going to be a good show, they immediately joined in the commotion.

The martial arts academy sees hundreds of fights every day. The school not only doesn't care, but actually encourages it, believing that martial artists need real, hard-fought sparring to improve quickly.

Although Mao Jian felt that Yang Ding had a very high chance of winning, he was still a second-class student, whose punching power and comprehension were much stronger than those of the third-class students.

"Brother Ding, we just arrived today, so it's best to keep a low profile. If we mess things up, how will we ever have the face to run for class monitor again?"

"You're right. I can't always do it myself. That way, my upgrade path will be completely transparent, and I won't be able to hide my strength."

Yang Ding patted Huang Bingbing on the shoulder, "Sparring is fine, but you have to beat my female apprentice first."

"When did I become your female apprentice?" Huang Bingbing asked.

"From now on, I'm the one who brought you to Class B. I'm the team leader."

Huang Bingbing was so angry she gritted her teeth, but she could only endure it.

Ma Shanfeng laughed loudly and said, "You're such a coward, sending a woman to get beaten up."

"From now on, anyone who wants to challenge me will have to get past my female apprentice."

These guys have no idea that Huang Bingbing comes from a wealthy family and is a big spender on in-game purchases.

"What's wrong with women? I'll beat you to a pulp."

Huang Bingbing was indeed seething with resentment, and she had originally intended to use Yang Ding to her advantage.

But I always fall for it, every time it's a different story.

On the surface, Yang Ding appears kind and righteous, but in reality, he is a cunning and treacherous man.

She even suspected that Lieutenant Sun was the one who killed Yang Dingyin. He had just pushed Fang Dalong and then fell down himself. It was too much of a coincidence.

The students went to their designated practice area outside the classroom.

Ye Rou, who was preparing for her second close combat class, also ran over excitedly.

As a battle angel, she absolutely loves watching the weaklings fight each other.

She pushed aside the other students and stood next to Yang Ding.

"Honey, who's fighting whom?"

"You're my instructor now, so you can't call me 'husband' during class."

"I'm going to call you 'husband, husband'!"

Yang Ding quickly covered her mouth, "Keep your voice down, my good wife."

The students around him were also shocked. Instructor Ye used to be fierce and would beat people at the drop of a hat. How come he turned into a docile kitten today?

Is Yang Ding really that good?

This has led some of the female classmates who didn't find a match to be considering becoming his third wife.

Seeing that it was Huang Bingbing who went up to compete, Ye Rou pushed away Yang Ding's hand and began to examine her carefully.

As the "Gun King" of Jiangda, she wanted to see what kind of technique Huang Bingbing practiced with her dual pistols in order to determine her background.

"Honey, Bingbing has to win."

"Bingbing, don't hold back, you have to win for me."

Huang Bingbing raised her middle finger at him without turning her head, "Win my ass."

She set her own cultivation level at the middle stage of the first rank and dared not reveal her ultimate move.

Ma Shanfeng's Miao sword is 1.2 meters long and made of the most advanced composite steel on Earth. It is not expensive, but it matches his cultivation level.

Huang Bingbing launched the first attack, her moves ruthless, each shot aimed at Ma Shanfeng's vitals.

However, she only used her first-grade mid-level cultivation and did not gain any advantage.

"Huang Bingbing, it's just a friendly spar, do you fucking want me to become a eunuch?"

"All men should be eunuchs, hehe..."

Ye Rou frowned and nudged Yang Ding.

"Honey, stay away from this crazy little brat from now on. You have two beautiful wives at home waiting to serve you."

"Don't worry, even if she becomes a man, I won't become a eunuch."

Huang Bingbing kept using underhanded tricks, which angered Ma Shanfeng, who then unleashed his ultimate move, the "Secret Crossing the Chencang Pass" technique.

"Husband, husband, watch closely, this is his ultimate move, and your swordsmanship can also incorporate it."

The so-called "secretly crossing the Chencang pass" technique involves holding the sword with both hands in reverse, hiding it behind the right side, and simultaneously sweeping the opponent while transferring the Miao sword behind the left side.

Then quickly take it from under the crotch and lift it upwards, using this to divert the enemy's attention for a swift attack.

Ma Shanfeng's move was very skillful; even though Huang Bingbing had extensive combat experience, she almost had her wrist severed.

"You fucking want to die!"

She was naturally short-tempered and couldn't stand it, so she used her second-grade mid-level cultivation to attack Ma Shanfeng.