Lingguang Wudao Academy, training ground, venue No. 8.

There are more than 100 teachers and students around the site.

They all looked at the man in the center of the venue.

In the center of the venue, Zhang Fan casually held the scabbard in his left hand, standing there loosely, with a disdainful expression;

On the other hand, Zhuge Liang looked like he was facing a great enemy:

The left hand held the scabbard tightly, and the right hand had already been pressed on the handle of the knife and could be pulled out at any time.

His eyes looked directly at Zhang Fan, paying attention to Zhang Fan's every move.

There are many teachers and students present who have a deep understanding of the sword drawing.

When they saw this confrontation between teachers and students, they discussed:

"Zhuge Liang held the scabbard tightly with his left hand and pressed his right hand on the hilt, which saved the time to grab the hilt with his right hand and could pull out the knife as fast as possible. Obviously, this is an instinctive action formed after thousands of training."

"Yes, this is the most standard preparation for drawing a sword."

"It is worthy of being a person who has practiced the sword drawing to a small success. Just by preparing the move, I have already seen how solid his basic skills are in the sword drawing.”

"Genius is genius, not comparable to us losers."

"Look at that assistant teacher Zhang Fan, he looked loose and didn't even hold the knife firmly. How can he use the sword to pull it out?"

"From his appearance, I don't know much about drawing the sword."

"I think so, I can't see any basic skills of drawing a sword."

The four famous young masters also started talking about it at this time.

Mr. Guo sneered: "Looking at this guy, he looks like Brother Pig's living target, and he will be split in half by Brother Pig at any time."

Young Master Wen also laughed and said, "This guy is too arrogant in front of us these two days. Today, if Brother Zhu teaches him a lesson, it can be considered anger for us."

"Although I don't like that guy, it's great that he can teach Zhang Fan a lesson for us."

While they were talking, Zhuge Liang stared at Zhang Fan, snorted disdainfully in his nose, and asked: "Are you ready? If you are ready..."

Knock!

As soon as I said this, I heard two sounds of knives.

Zhuge Liang's voice came to an abrupt end.

Then, everyone saw a hole more than one foot long appeared on Zhuge Liang's chest.

"Hiss—"

Everyone's discussion came to an abrupt end like Zhuge Liang.

Because no one understands what happened.

Only two sounds of swords were heard, and Zhuge Liang's clothes on his chest cracked.

Neither Zhuge Liang nor Zhang Fan seemed to have moved.

"What's going on?"

"This... did any of them just use the sword to slash?"

"But I didn't see anything."

"Can we say... we draw our sword to the extreme, so that we are not ruthless at all?"

"It's very likely."

"But Zhuge Liang drew his sword and slashed, why didn't he attack Zhang Fan, but instead cut a hole in his chest?"

"Who knows, maybe Zhuge Liang wanted to demonstrate to Zhang Fan and let him retreat?"

As everyone was talking, Zhuge Liang couldn't help but take five steps back.

His face was pale and his forehead was sweating.

Like everyone else, he didn't see clearly what was going on.

But he knew that the sword-drawing was not used by him.

Then there is only one person, Zhang Fan!

If Zhang Fan had not stopped just now, he would have been a corpse now.

This made him feel extremely scared.

Zhang Fan drew his sword and cut a hole in his chest, but he couldn't even see it clearly.

How fast does this have to be?

He thought that he had already practiced to a small extent by drawing his sword, so fast that he could only see a faint afterimage, which was almost at the limit.

But compared with Zhang Fan, his sword drawing is simply a slow motion replay.

And at such a fast speed, you can only split your clothes without hurting your body.

I'm afraid this control is something I never can achieve in my life.

Compared with Zhang Fan's sword drawing, he practiced so much that he was just a piece of shit.

Just this knife gave him the idea of ​​giving in.

However, he is a genius among geniuses.

The pride he developed since childhood did not allow him to admit defeat.

Taking a few deep breaths, calming down a little, he shook his head and said:

"You just take action before I finish speaking. This is not in line with the rules of fighting."

After he said this, everyone at the scene was confused again.

"What, Zhang Fan took action just now?"

"So, was the cut on Zhuge Liang's clothes cut by Zhang Fan?"

"No way? He didn't even move?"

"There is only one explanation, that is, his knife is too fast!"

"I'll go, it can't be that fast, right? This... is simply... it's..."

"What's it?"

"It's simply!"

The man didn't know how to describe it, so he could only summarize his mood at this time with the words "simple".

Of course, some students agreed with Zhuge Liang's words after being surprised.

"According to the college's competition regulations, both sides must be prepared before they can take action. Zhang Fan suddenly launched a sneak attack without waiting for others to finish his words, which is too despised."

"Yes, even if you win, it won't be glorious."

"And he is a teacher, and it's too despising to take action against a student."

Not only these students, but also a few teachers from other classes, were surprised by Zhang Fan's quick move, but he scoffed at Zhang Fan's behavior of sneak attacking the students.

The student is still talking, but you, a teacher, actually attacked him, which is extremely shameless.

Zhang Fan naturally knew what these people were thinking, but he ignored the others at all.

Instead, he turned around and said to his five students:

"Slags, please draw the point: In actual combat, no enemy will be stupid enough to make you ready to take action. So you must be vigilant, be prepared at all times, and kill the enemy at a faster speed than the enemy. This is the basics of drawing swords. If you can't even do this, you should be aware of being a corpse."

When he said this, everyone who was talking about it just now was silent.

They had no reason to refute Zhang Fan's words.

In actual combat, there is really no enemy that will prepare you.

You must adapt to the situation and kill the enemy one step ahead. No matter what means you use, you can kill the enemy and save your life.

This is the kingly way!

And the teachers all lowered their heads secretly.

I was ridiculing Zhang Fan before, but I didn't expect that he would teach in this way.

I feel ashamed.

After a moment of stunned silence, Zhuge Liang finally came to his senses.

He admitted that what Zhang Fan said was indeed somewhat reasonable.

But as a genius, he was always unwilling to accept his defeat by his teacher in this way.

He stared at Zhang Fan and said unconvincedly: "Although that's the case, as a teacher, you will not be glorious to take action against the students first. If you compete with me in a straight face, I may not lose."

[Thanks to the little sloppy 588, the slaughtered 588, and the 100 rewards for forgetting.]

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!