Chapter 015: The Strong Man Said I Want to Settle This Person
Jingle bell bell…
As the teaching bell rang, the noise in the training ground quickly subsided.
The first-year club members and the newcomers who were observing all sat down on the futons in the corner of the training ground. They watched a male teacher in his thirties slowly get up from the sofa on the edge and slowly walked to the center of the crowd.
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This is the instructor sent by the school to the martial arts club, Hossen Didas, a typical strong man with white skin and red hair.
All clubs will have instructors, but the specific benefits vary greatly.
Large clubs such as martial arts clubs not only have one instructor, but also multiple assistants, and there is more interaction between teachers and students.
And those small clubs can only work together to share the limited care of one teacher.
Of course, looking at it from another perspective, Huo Sen will be sent to the popular martial arts club by the school. Huo Sen is definitely the best physical education teacher in the school and has rich teaching experience.
Looking at these newcomers, especially those in the auditorium, the instructor very calmly asked his assistant to push a blackboard, and then talked about the origin of martial arts in a leisurely manner.
The completely unscripted explanations, interspersed with some interesting stories from time to time, quickly made everyone immersed in the course.
However, all talk without practice is definitely not the purpose of the association.
So after speaking for about fifteen minutes, Huo Sen suddenly knocked on the blackboard and asked with a smirk on his face.
"What a boring theory. We'll stop here today. I think everyone will fall asleep if we continue listening to it."
Accompanied by the knowing laughter of the students, the teacher suddenly raised his voice and asked loudly:
"So, does any student want to experience actual combat training?"
While speaking, he kept his eyes on the auditorium.
There is no way. Although the club instructor is also a physical education teacher in the school, since he has chosen to work part-time as a club instructor, the bonus is also linked to the club's performance.
Trying to attract as many new people as possible during this time of year is obviously also a very important task.
I don’t know if it’s because the bright prize money from outside competitions is too attractive, or if the newcomers in the auditorium are really interested in martial arts.
In short, as soon as he finished speaking, more than ten people in the visiting seats raised their hands.
Huo Sen randomly selected eight boys who seemed to be in better physical condition and two more beautiful girls, and asked them to put on the club's spare protective gear and training swords.
Then ten high school sophomores were called from the training ground on the other side, and the two sides began one-on-one training.
The reason for organizing such a practical experience is not only to let the newcomers experience the charm of fighting first-hand, but also to promote the "physical fitness" effect of martial arts.
No boy wants to lose to others, especially when a group of classmates or even beautiful girls are watching.
When these auditors lose, it is estimated that at least half of them will grit their teeth and join the club with the resentment of "Don't bully young people who are poor", start to study hard, and then doubt their life in the subsequent beatings.
As for the beautiful girls' embroidered legs and embroidered fists, they are the bait to further attract young and restless young boys.
Of course, this kind of conspiracy is not always overturned, but it is very rare.
After all, freshmen who have studied martial arts before entering high school will basically join the club as soon as possible, and the rest are basically pure newcomers.
However, Aiwen, who was among these ten people without any accident, successfully gave him a big surprise.
In one move, someone who was just looking for the limelight unceremoniously used the rubber sword in his hand to directly knock away the opponent's weapon!
At first, the veteran student thought he was careless. With a red face and muttering, he bent down to pick up the sword, looked at Alvin seriously, and rushed over with a roar.
Then, he hit the street again.
Not only were the weapons thrown away, this time even the people were suddenly knocked back a few steps by the unimaginable force delivered by the weapons, and then sat down directly on the ground.
The originally quiet students around him suddenly burst into an uproar, with some laughing at the old students and others marveling at the newcomer's strength.
"Um?!"
Huo Sen's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw this scene.
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.
This professional teacher discovered almost instantly that the new student in front of him was extremely powerful.
Although the skill seems to be a bit off, the sword-swinging posture is at the level of a beginner who has learned the sword for a few months at most, but when a peer of the same age charged and slashed head-on, he stood motionless and slashed the opponent's head from the front.
Weapons, this is actually very exaggerated.
"This new student is a bit interesting."
After calling his assistant, Huo Sen decided to find someone else to test the skill of this good young talent.
So under the watchful eyes of the entire public, who were also paying attention to the situation in the second and third years of high school, about three minutes later, Ivan's opponent was upgraded and replaced by a real member of the martial arts team who volunteered.
Although the martial arts club has a large number of people, with a total of nearly two hundred people, the real core of the club actually only has five official school team members and five substitute members.
The reason is simple. They are the strongest and the ones who are most likely to bring competition honors to the school. Naturally, they are entitled to different treatment.
It has to be said that after all, he is a strong man among two hundred people, and he is indeed obviously different from those ordinary club members.
Ivan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he looked at his new opponent, who was 1.8 meters tall, had tangled muscles, and even his face was full of flesh.
Because he really felt a little momentum from the other party that ordinary people don't have, which is a kind of confidence and pride in his own strength.
Of course, there is also undisguised hostility.
Perhaps because a certain skill originated from a void demon like the Night Stalker who plays with people's hearts and fears, recently Ivan found that he could occasionally vaguely sense the strong negative emotions in other people's hearts.
For example, anger, sadness, jealousy, hostility, fear, etc.
Although it works sometimes and sometimes doesn't work, it basically doesn't go wrong.
Based on the context, I guess this guy should be among the people who disliked him because of Sydney.
"It finally looks good, but...it's still not good enough."
It's not that Ivan is showing off, but at this level, it's really hard for him to feel threatened.
After all, he is a person with rich experience in killing monsters, and he has cheats at his side.
If it really came to a fight, he would have the confidence to fight with the two young instructors in Baihe Gym. Rand and him were expected to have a 50-50 draw, let alone the amateur player in front of him.
So he didn't have any politeness, and he didn't want to talk too much with the opponent. He just came to disrupt the situation today. After the referee announced the start, he suddenly took two steps forward and slashed over with a diagonal slash.
So fast!
As Aiwen's opponent, Kewen, who has been practicing swordsmanship since elementary school, did not take this new student seriously at first, even though the opponent seemed to be very powerful.
The reason why he came forward was actually just to defeat the opponent with a crushing attitude, so that the beautiful school girl would know his strength.
But now, he only felt that the opponent in front of him had already attacked, and the training sword that was close at hand made a terrifying sound of breaking wind, which made the hairs on his body suddenly stand up.
"Drink!"
An instinctive roar tried to distract the enemy, and Kewen Hengjian tried to resist.
But the moment the two weapons touched, he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him!
The terrifying force caused his knees to weaken involuntarily, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a bang.
Seeing this scene, the whole audience was really in an uproar this time.
"Ai Wen, is he actually so strong?"
Xue Li looked at the completely one-sided match in surprise. She subconsciously compared Ai Wen with her senior brothers and sisters, and found that it seemed that they might not be able to withstand such a violent force.
"hateful!"
As the one who was embarrassed, Ke Wen felt that his face under the mask was blood red.
Some are suffocated by the opponent's strength, and some are angry.
He has always been aiming for the national competition, but now he is being beaten by a newcomer. How can he feel embarrassed?
How to deal with the ten years of practice?!
After being judged to have lost points by the referee and then separated from each other, Kewen kept taking deep breaths, quickly adjusted his mentality, and then quickly analyzed the opponent's weaknesses in his mind.
It is extremely powerful, just like some muscular monster with a height of two meters.
The speed is also extremely fast, and he almost failed to react based on his years of training.
The only shortcoming of the opponent seems to be that he is not very proficient in swordsmanship.
But if it becomes such a frontal hard steel every time, then the technique itself will be meaningless.
"So we need to distance ourselves and slow down the pace?"
Making up his mind, Ke Wen once again stood at the standard position of five steps away from Ai Wen.
As the referee announced the start, he started to back away in small steps without saying a word.
However, Alvin did not come over directly this time.
Watching his opponent's cautious retreat, he waited motionless for the opponent to close a distance of nearly ten meters before suddenly kicking on the ground.
In an instant, he lowered his body like a cannonball, and instantly crossed the distance between him and his opponent.
The training sword in his hand stabbed straight out from his lower abdomen like a bolt of lightning, forming a parallel line with the entire ground. In one step, Cole struck the guard on his chest hard, knocking him to the ground in an instant!
"Flying Falcon Style—Eagle Strike!"
Teacher Huosen looked at Alvin's moves and blurted out immediately.
There's no way around it. As the base camp of the Flying Falcon style, there are too many local people who know this technique and have even learned it.
There must be at least dozens of students at the scene who have tried to practice this iconic move of the Hikyō-ryu.
But those who can actually use it perfectly in actual combat like Irvine, even those in the school team, are not good enough.
Very strong! Undoubtedly strong!
The most important thing is... super handsome!
All the students at the scene were excited for this blow, and some bold girls even started to scream.
At this moment, except for a few school doctors who were waiting on the side, almost no one paid attention to Cole, the unlucky guy who was knocked to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
Even the other members of the school team who were watching the excitement were silently thinking about what would happen if they entered, and then their faces became serious.
As for Huo Sen, the instructor, he didn't care about the students' reactions at all. He waved the teaching assistant to go to work, and then looked at Alvin with bright eyes, as if he was looking at this year's year-end award.
At the same time, there was another sentence that kept echoing in his mind