Zhao Lei was still unwilling to admit defeat, retreating his feet, trying to pull back his long staff.
But Zhang Haoran was faster than him, how could he give him a chance? Pat! Pat! He struck his hands twice.
Zhao Lei's hands stung, and he could only let go of the long staff. The back of his hands were also bruised, and this was without him using Qi and blood.
Two more students sparred with Zhang Haoran, and both had their long staffs knocked out in two Moves.
At this point, Instructor Luo Yichuan also realized the significant gap between him and the students.
Although he had never practiced staff techniques before, Martial Arts School are ultimately different paths leading to the same destination.
Instructor Luo Yichuan picked up a long staff and became Zhang Haoran's sparring partner. Of course, he was delighted; it was exactly what he wanted!
First, he had him demonstrate all the staff Moves he taught today.
Then Luo Yichuan suddenly increased the force in his hand, catching him off guard.
However, Zhang Haoran's reaction speed was quite fast. Although he hadn't practiced staff techniques much, he had practiced swordplay. His Elementary Chang Sheng Swordplay had even reached Major Achievement.
He directly used the short staff as a long sword, erupting Qi and blood to block the attack.
But Luo Yichuan followed up with three continuous Moves: sweep, chop, and parry. Zhang Haoran's short staff was, after all, not a long sword, and it was quite awkward to use. His reaction was a fraction slower.
Luo Yichuan's final strike directly erupted Qi and blood, shaking the short staff out of Zhang Haoran's hand.
In fact, for the last strike, he felt that taking it head-on would definitely put him at a disadvantage. So, when the two staffs collided, he let go.
However, he did not give up there. Where else could he find an Instructor of the Sixth Rank to be his sparring partner?
As Zhang Haoran's long staff left his hand, he swept his waist, and a cold glint flashed. He drew the long sword from his waist and directly slashed at Luo Yichuan.
This was a minor situation for Luo Yichuan. Luo Yichuan's long staff retracted and extended, directly thrusting towards Zhang Haoran's chest.
He flicked his wrist, and the long sword cut towards the long staff. What Zhang Haoran held was, after all, a C-level Alloy long sword. What Luo Yichuan held was just an ordinary Martial staff. If it were truly cut by him, it would definitely be severed.
Luo Yichuan retracted his staff and then chopped, while Zhang Haoran's long sword parried upwards.
Because of the disadvantage in weaponry, and Luo Yichuan not using much Qi and blood, constantly suppressing himself to around First Rank Peak, he and Zhang Haoran were evenly matched for a time.
He seized this opportunity to begin practicing Basic Sword Technique.
Luo Yichuan also noticed that his set of Basic Sword Technique was extremely exquisite.
He intentionally fed him Moves, and his set of Basic Sword Technique, when unleashed, was no less inferior than a typical Intermediate combat technique.
However, Zhang Haoran's set of swordplay had only reached Minor Achievement. There were still many shortcomings.
Luo Yichuan also continuously increased his strength to create greater pressure for Zhang Haoran. Under the pressure created by Luo Yichuan, his Basic Sword Technique steadily improved.
Many of the students practicing nearby also stopped to watch the two fight.
Zhang Haoran's set of Basic Sword Technique was used with dazzling sword light.
However, Instructor Luo still held the upper hand with only a wooden long staff.
Luo Yichuan could feel the progress of his Basic Sword Technique; it was truly visible to the naked eye. This was because he had indeed never been taught in such a hands-on manner before.
Soon, today's class ended. Zhang Haoran was still not satisfied. The students also felt they hadn't watched enough.
Luo Yichuan announced on the spot: “Next class, we will teach Basic Sword Technique. Even students who don't use swords, please review Basic Sword Technique when you go back.
This way, when I teach the next class, you will gain even more. Alright, that's all for my class today. This afternoon, Instructor Tang Feng will teach you fist and foot Martial Arts.”
The crowd walked out of the Martial Arts School training room in twos and threes. At this moment, Zhang Haoran heard from behind him, Fu Changding saying to Fang Ping: “Fang Ping, is he really your Senior Brother? Why do I feel such a huge gap between you two?
You only rely on high Qi and blood to charge and fight recklessly, a complete brute. Could it be that Teacher Lu gave Zhang Haoran special tutoring? It seems your standing in your Instructor's heart isn't very high!”
Fang Ping's face darkened: “Get lost! Our teacher doesn't use swords. And Zhang Haoran practices by himself; I've never seen him seek out an Instructor many times. If you don't believe me, ask Zhao Xuemei. Every time our Instructor comes to teach the two of us, he's not around.”
Zhao Xuemei also chimed in, agreeing: “Yes, generally, Senior Brother is not around. Only the first time we learned Chuō Jiǎo, we learned it together. And Senior Brother learned it very quickly.”
At this point, Zhao Xuemei looked around, found no one watching them, and whispered to the two: “I even specifically asked the Instructor. The Instructor said that the gap between us and Senior Brother Zhang is too great. There's no benefit in learning together. Moreover…”
Fang Ping and Fu Changding eagerly said: “Moreover what? If you have something to say, just say it. There are no outsiders here.”
Zhao Xuemei, however, did not continue, but instead glanced at Fu Changding.
Fu Changding said indignantly: “I'm an outsider, am I? You can't tell me?”
Unexpectedly, Zhao Xuemei nodded repeatedly.
Fang Ping pushed Fu Changding away: “This is a secret of our Martial Arts School; don't pry. Don't you even understand this much etiquette? Come, Junior Sister, tell me, what is the secret?”
Although Fu Changding was indignant, he also knew that some things were indeed only known among fellow disciples.
Fu Changding cursed, “Prioritizing women over friends,” and walked away.
At this point, Zhao Xuemei saw that there were no other people around, and then whispered to Fang Ping: “That day I went to find the teacher and saw the teacher practicing Chuō Jiǎo. But the way he practiced was a bit different from what we learned, so I asked the teacher.
The teacher said that Senior Brother Zhang and the teacher improved the Chuō Jiǎo together, and it's considered a powerful killing Move. We can only be taught when we all reach First Rank Peak. Because this set of Chuō Jiǎo is particularly complex, learning it now would waste too much time.”
In fact, Fang Ping had long noticed that Zhang Haoran knew some strange Martial Arts School.
But it was still the same saying: every Martial Artist has secrets. Didn't Fang Ping not tell others about his cheat? Fang Ping also didn't want to delve into others' secrets. If you delve into others' secrets today, they will delve into yours tomorrow.
Moreover, the Basic Sword Technique he used today was far more powerful than ordinary Basic Sword Technique.
This must be Zhang Haoran contributing some Cultivation Technique to the teacher, which is why the teacher improved the Chuō Jiǎo.
However, since he would be able to learn it in the future, it didn't matter.
In the afternoon, Tang Feng taught the class. Sadly, Fang Ping was still the sparring partner, getting beaten black and blue.
Tang Feng's fist and foot Martial Arts were still very formidable. In this class, Zhang Haoran sparred with Tang Feng. Although he couldn't use weapons, he also didn't use Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
But the Major Achievement of the ultimate Martial Arts School greatly improved his unarmed combat ability.
He alternated between Basic Fist Technique, Basic Claw Technique, and Dividing Tendons and Misplacing Bones Hand while sparring with Tang Feng.
But Tang Feng was not Luo Yichuan; he was unwilling to feed him Moves. He beat Zhang Haoran quite badly, wanting him to retreat in the face of difficulty.
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