Chapter 458
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Chapter 458: Practical Training
Several people finished their meals completely. Zhou Ping glanced at the time and slowly spoke up:
“It’s about time to start the afternoon training.”
“Senior Sword Saint, what’s the training content for this afternoon? It won’t be watching a movie, right…” Bai Li Pang Pang couldn’t help but ask.
“No.” Zhou Ping shook his head. “This afternoon, we’ll be doing practical combat training.”
Upon hearing the words “practical combat training,” everyone’s eyes instantly lit up.
It’s here!
The long-awaited opportunity to learn combat from the Sword Saint had finally arrived!
Up until now, the comprehensive education had been far from what they had imagined. After spending the entire morning reading novels, Lin Qi Ye and the others felt somewhat frustrated. Now that they had finally reached the practical segment, everyone perked up.
“Senior Sword Saint, how should we practice this practical training?” Lin Qi Ye asked.
Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment and said, “I’m not very familiar with you yet, so let’s start with one-on-one duels today.”
One-on-one duels?
Lin Qi Ye and the others exchanged glances.
“Senior Sword Saint, the highest realm among us is only ‘Sea’ realm, and you are a human pinnacle… how can we fight?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t use my full strength.” Zhou Ping replied calmly. “Only by personally sparring with you can I understand where your issues lie.”
Cao Yuan nodded and stood up from his small stool. “Shall we start now?”
“No, before we begin training, there’s something very important to do.” Zhou Ping’s gaze swept over the puzzled crowd, and he spoke slowly:
“Wash the dishes.”
……
Ten minutes later.
Zhou Ping walked out of the kitchen, a few drops of water stains on his black shirt. He lowered his rolled-up sleeves and headed straight back to the open area.
Lin Qi Ye and the others had already moved all the tables and chairs aside and were waiting there for a while.
“Who among you will go first?” Zhou Ping asked.
Cao Yuan stepped forward. “Then I’ll go first.”
Zhou Ping nodded.
Seeing that Cao Yuan was about to make a move, Lin Qi Ye and the others instinctively retreated to the edge of the warehouse to avoid being accidentally injured by the frenzied Cao Yuan. Bai Li Pang Pang even took out a few bags of chips from his pocket, distributing them among themselves, looking like they were ready to watch a show.
“You can make your move.” Zhou Ping said slowly.
Cao Yuan, seeing Zhou Ping’s empty hands, asked in confusion, “Senior Sword Saint, where’s your sword?”
Zhou Ping calmly pulled out a wooden chopstick from his pocket and explained, “I’m afraid a sword might hurt you, so this will suffice.”
Cao Yuan opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to remind him of something, but thinking that the other party was a human pinnacle, a proper Sword Saint, he swallowed his words…
“Excuse me.” Cao Yuan took a deep breath and slowly drew his sword.
Clang——!
The straight sword was drawn, and a black aura of malevolence instantly enveloped Cao Yuan’s body. His crimson eyes fixed on Zhou Ping ahead, a sinister smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
“Hehehe…”
Seeing Cao Yuan like this, Zhou Ping raised an eyebrow, seemingly a bit surprised.
However, he didn’t know much about the Forbidden Ruins, and he hadn’t heard of the name “Black King Annihilation.” But for him, it didn’t matter what the Forbidden Ruins were; he only needed to draw his sword against the enemy in front of him.
Frantic Cao Yuan’s figure flickered, moving through the air at a dazzling speed, and in a flash, he was in front of Zhou Ping.
The straight sword, shrouded in black malevolence, suddenly swung out!
Zhou Ping calmly watched those crimson eyes, raised the wooden chopsticks in his hand, and lightly blocked the strike. The black aura surged, but not a single strand touched the hem of Zhou Ping’s clothes.
Zhou Ping flicked his wrist.
Ding——!!
A crisp sound of sword ringing came from the wooden chopsticks, and a burst of sword energy easily knocked the straight sword from Cao Yuan’s hand. Then Zhou Ping raised his right hand, his elbow crashing down on Cao Yuan’s shoulder, and in the next moment, Cao Yuan was heavily slammed to the ground.
Cao Yuan lay on the ground, struggling in anger, seemingly wanting to do something, but the next moment, the end of the chopsticks gently tapped his forehead.
The black aura of malevolence suddenly vanished.
The restored Cao Yuan lay on the ground, bruised and battered, staring blankly at Zhou Ping in front of him, seemingly unable to believe that his Black King state had been so easily broken.
Being forced out of the Black King state was a first in history.
Meanwhile, the four onlookers were also frozen in place.
Bai Li Pang Pang looked down at the one and a half pieces of chips he had eaten, his mouth agape in shock… Was that speed too fast?
How long did the entire process take? Including drawing the sword, at most just a second?
He achieved this with just a pair of chopsticks…
Is this the Sword Saint?
Zhou Ping slowly walked to the side, picked up the straight sword that he had knocked away, and tossed it back to Cao Yuan.
Cao Yuan, bewildered, caught the sword and asked in confusion, “Senior Sword Saint, what is this…”
“Draw your sword and continue attacking me.” Zhou Ping said flatly, “Until I say stop.”
Cao Yuan:…
Cao Yuan had no choice but to draw his sword again, transforming into Frantic Cao Yuan, grinning as he continued to swing his sword at Zhou Ping.
A few seconds later, he was knocked down to the ground again.
Draw the sword!
Knocked down again…
That day, Cao Yuan drew his sword ten times in a row. Since each time lasted less than seven seconds, the mental strain wasn’t too great. However, during the last few times when Cao Yuan transformed into Frantic Cao Yuan, Lin Qi Ye and the others could clearly feel that his sinister laughter was getting quieter…
By the tenth time, he was even on the verge of not being able to laugh anymore.
Finally, after the tenth time, Zhou Ping ended his torment of Cao Yuan, allowing him to rest aside.
Cao Yuan, with a bruised face, staggered back to the edge of the warehouse, his gaze somewhat vacant, wearing an expression of having lost hope in life.
Bai Li Pang Pang silently put down the chips in his hand.
Seeing Cao Yuan’s miserable state, he suddenly felt that today’s practical training might not be so easy to endure, and the chips in his hand no longer tasted good…
“Next.” Zhou Ping looked at Bai Li Pang Pang, whose face had turned pale. “You go.”
Bai Li Pang Pang shivered, hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly stood up from the ground, moving toward the center of the warehouse. Looking at his back, it gave off a sense of melancholy, as if he were a “brave warrior going forth never to return.”
The training began.
Before Zhou Ping could make a move, Bai Li Pang Pang wasted no time and directly pulled out a dozen forbidden items from his pocket, suspending them around him. The jade thumb ring transformed into a full set of armor, and at the same time, layers of defenses opened up around him, turning him into a turtle shell, wrapping himself up tightly.
Zhou Ping’s mouth twitched slightly.
After Bai Li Pang Pang fully stacked his defenses, a massive Taiji diagram opened up beneath his feet. He reached out and pressed into the void, and the Qian and Kun trigrams instantly misaligned.
“Chaos of Qian and Kun!” Bai Li Pang Pang shouted, “Chopsticks, come!”
Zhou Ping was taken aback, and without any defense, the chopsticks in his hand suddenly flew out and landed in Bai Li Pang Pang’s hand.
