After about eighty sword strikes, Yan Wulu's arms were numb, his legs were trembling, and sweat was pouring down his face, but his eyes were still determined.
He swung his sword out again.
The martial arts masters around him were stunned by the prince's perseverance.
They have never seen this method of practicing martial arts, but they know how much spiritual consciousness and physical strength it takes to achieve the slash with a sword that Master Junxing asked before.
They were already shocked that the prince could persevere for so long without even the slightest thought of laziness or giving up.
And the experienced old martial artist gradually discovered different clues from the prince's sword strikes...
The old martial arts master also retired from the Zhenbei Army. He found that the prince looked more and more like a person...
Like...the young King of Zhenbei!
The young prince who led them to charge personally on the battlefield had the same perseverance and murderous spirit as the man in front of him.
The old martial arts master secretly admired him, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered - this was the prince's first day of practicing martial arts!
He had not practiced any martial arts yet, and he had no internal strength or fighting spirit in his body...but he actually felt a strong murderous aura threatening him from his side.
What a terrifying existence this is!
…
When the last sword slashed down, the originally intact training wooden figure in front of him finally had a huge crack.
This is the superimposed power of a hundred swords.
Although it is still far inferior to Jun Xing's casual sword strike before, it is still rare to use an unedged iron sword to split a thick wooden figure specially used for practice into this.
One hundred swords were used to cut it completely.
The light in Yan Wulu's eyes quickly dimmed, and he slowly took a few steps, staggered, and fell directly to the ground.
The surrounding martial artists quickly stepped forward to help the prince.
Most of them watched it from beginning to end, and felt indifference towards the prince from the beginning to their slight admiration at this moment.
It's actually not difficult to chop a sword a hundred times.
What's difficult is that every time he can be as powerful and murderous as the prince.
That aura of charging into battle and killing enemies like crazy is admirable.
Even the elites like them, who have practiced martial arts and fought for their lives, still have to spend a lot of energy, let alone a pampered prince like Yan Wulu?
After Yan Wulu stood up, he refused the support of other martial artists and carried him back to the palace.
He just practiced to the point of exhaustion, and he wasn't injured. He didn't need to be like this.
Yan Wulu looked at the sky and found that it was earlier than he thought.
It seems that, perhaps, my strength has improved during practice? So the subsequent swing of the sword to the same degree is slightly faster than the previous one?
Yan Wulu was not sure, after all, this was only the first day.
He walked towards his dormitory, feeling that his clothes and underwear were now soaked with sweat...
I just want to take a quick shower and go to sleep quickly.
…
In the high-rise building of the school martial arts field.
Yan Dong and Jun Xing stood behind the arrow stack on the tower.
Silently watching Yan Wulu's leaving figure, Jun Xing, a guy who had always been serious about words, couldn't help but nod slightly.
"good."
"Oh, old guy, you think my son is pretty good, right? Hahaha..."
Jun Xing glanced at Yan Dong, who couldn't help but feel proud, and simply replied, "I just think my apprentice is good and can inherit my mantle."
"Your mantle?"
Yan Dong pretended to be serious, "Lu'er will inherit the throne of Zhenbei in the future and command the strongest troops in the world. Who cares about your useless mantle of Sword Saint?"
Jun Xing was scolded by Yan Dong, but he was speechless.
After a few breaths, Jun Xing suddenly said -
"I heard that some time ago, my disciple was assassinated in your military camp?"
As Jun Xing said this, he actually had an inexplicable feeling of calling for an attack.
Yan Dong looked serious, "It happened the day before yesterday."
"Has the assassin been caught? People in the world generally won't target you, King Zhenbei. Are you from the imperial court?"
"I killed one and captured another, but unfortunately, I still let one escape."
Yan Dong said, as if he was reporting the results of the battle, "...but it shouldn't be the imperial court. They are currently busy with other serious problems and have too much time to take care of themselves. Perhaps it is a personal grudge."
"Personal grudge?"
Jun Xing was a little curious, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something, "Yes, you asked my disciple to steal someone else's wife, maybe that's why."
Yan Dong had a dark look on his face, "What does it mean to steal someone else's wife?"
"...That girl from the Jiang family is innocent, and now she is willing to marry my Lu'er."
"Then..." Jun Xing touched his chin under the silver mask, "...could it be that you secretly stole someone else's wife and then concealed the news secretly to prevent others from knowing."
Yan Dong:……
It seems that this old guy still needs to calm down in the cold water prison for a few more years.
…
Yan Wulu headed towards his dormitory.
On the way, he happened to meet Chunhua, Qiuyue and others who had returned from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and then went back with them.
Yan Wulu himself didn't quite remember how he finally arrived at the crown prince's bedroom.
He only vaguely remembered that he refused Zhang Chunhua's support and refused the support of the martial artist who followed him.
In the end, my consciousness was a little blurry.
When he woke up, he had already taken a shower and changed clothes, and was lying on the bed in the dormitory.
Yan Wulu just opened his eyes and saw the beautiful and gentle Zhang Chunhua nestling on the edge of the bed.
There were Qiuyue and other maids around, but most of them were already fast asleep.
Zhang Chunhua was the only one who noticed that Yan Wulu had woken up——
"Your Majesty, you are awake."
"Chunhua." Yan Wulu said lightly.
He feels that he feels much more comfortable now...
"What time is it now?"
"Hui Shizi, it's already three o'clock in the evening." Chunhua replied. It could be seen that she was also a little sleepy.
"Third watch, is it so late?"
Yan Wulu murmured to himself.
"Yes, the prince practiced martial arts yesterday. I don't know which master taught him how to train the prince to death."
Zhang Chunhua was a little angry and continued: "...Yesterday, Qiuyue and I met the Crown Prince on the road. We almost thought it was the Crown Prince's injury that recurred, and we were worried to death."
Yan Wulu smiled slightly, but he also realized it later.
I don’t know whether I am too weak or Master Junxing is too strict.
"It's not my fault, Master. Chunhua, has anyone come to see me during this time?" Yan Wulu asked.
"The generals were once naked and carrying a bundle of thorn sticks on their backs. They wanted to come to the Crown Prince to plead guilty. They said that they were lax in their jurisdiction and allowed the assassin to get close to the Crown Prince..."
"My father has already investigated it, hasn't he? He can't be entirely blamed for this matter." Yan Wulu said lightly.