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#183 - Chapter 183 Weapon Master

Just as Zhan Bing's nunchucks were about to strike Cen Xi's head, a metal shield suddenly appeared around her head, blocking the attack.

“I surrender!”

Seeing his attack blocked, Zhan Bing decisively surrendered.

His left arm was already useless, and he definitely couldn't beat Cen Xi, who was almost at full strength, with only one hand.

He pointed at the small round shield around Cen Xi's head and muttered:

“Weren't we supposed to not use long-range abilities?”

Although he knew that Cen Xi was fighting him while holding back a lot, she shouldn't suddenly withdraw her kindness, it was quite scary.

Cen Xi retracted her broadsword and tilted her head:

“This steel shield is somewhat connected to my head, so it doesn't count as long-range.”

Zhan Bing saw Cen Xi's hair wrapped around the round ring protruding from the back of the steel shield and smiled helplessly:

“Hahaha, so that's how it is, then it doesn't count, you won beautifully.”

“Oh right, I remember now, your ability is called 'Weapon Master', right? How would you rate my swordsmanship?”

Cen Xi suddenly recalled that she seemed to have watched Zhan Bing's match at the graduation competition, and he was using a broadsword back then.

“How should I put it? For you, your current swordsmanship is more than enough.”

Zhan Bing's ability, "Weapon Master," allowed him to quickly master and become proficient in handheld weapons. Over the years, he had practically played with every weapon humans could use, so he had a very deep understanding of weapons.

Moreover, his job was as a weapon arts teacher at the Combat Academy, and he had trained many students.

Zhan Bing said to Cen Xi:

“Your power exertion technique is perfect, you don't need to learn anything else.”

Cen Xi asked: “I saw in novels that those Gale Sword Techniques, Evil-Slaying Sword Techniques, and Overlord Spear Techniques all have several moves, can you teach me some?”

These days, besides attending classes herself, she attended classes with Wen Jing, and spent the rest of her time eating and sleeping, which made her very bored.

A few days ago, she suddenly became interested in Wen Jing's audiobook app and tried listening to it.

She discovered that there were many martial arts stories in it, and those sword techniques were described as being so divine and masterful, they sounded super powerful, so she wanted to ask Zhan Bing if he could teach her some.

Zhan Bing looked at his drooping left arm and said:

“The meaning of those moves is for people with similar body size, strength, and speed to fight each other. People like you, who are strong and fast, don't need them at all.

Just like when I fight you, even if my moves are flexible and unpredictable, I still can't beat you.

Moreover, you usually face alien beasts with vastly different body sizes, so you only need to avoid wasting your own strength, and don't need to worry about those moves.”

As long as the speed is fast enough and the strength is great enough, moves become unnecessary.

Since the Source Energy cultivation method came about, Zhan Bing rarely taught combat techniques. His main teaching goal was to let students find a weapon that suited them and the technique to exert its power.

“I see, okay, thank you.”

Cen Xi picked up the broadsword: “Let me chop you down.”

Without waiting for Zhan Bing to answer, Cen Xi chopped off his head with one strike.

“Match over, congratulations to Cen for her broadsword's 101st consecutive victory.”

This wasn't the kind of arena where the match would end as soon as someone shouted "I surrender," but one where one person had to die.

Cen Xi wanted to quickly start the next match, so she directly chopped Zhan Bing down.

Otherwise, he would have to click the surrender button on the panel, which was very troublesome.

Qi Jing saw Zhan Bing's headless corpse turn into a white light and fly to the front of the audience before returning to human form.

“Cen Xi! Can you give me some psychological preparation, you scared me to death, damn it!”

Zhan Bing shouted at Cen Xi in the arena. That strike had scared him to death. As a teacher who had never been to another world to fight to the death, it was the first time he had his head chopped off.

Unfortunately, Cen Xi, this battle maniac, had already started the next battle and didn't pay attention to him at all.

“Sigh, still so indifferent.”

Zhan Bing smiled, looked around for a seat, and sat next to Qi Jing.

“Little brother, is this seat taken?”

Qi Jing looked at the smiling Zhan Bing and said, “No, no, feel free to sit.”

“Little brother, what grade are you in? Why are you here alone watching the match?”

Zhan Bing plopped his muscular butt onto the seat next to Qi Jing and patted Qi Jing's shoulder with his muscular arm.

Qi Jing said: “I'm a freshman, I want to try fighting in the arena.”

“Freshman? Aren't freshmen all about classes? What, you skipped class?”

Before Qi Jing could explain, Zhan Bing continued:

“I used to like skipping class back then, but I only skipped one, and then I was punished to stand for several classes, so I never dared to again.

When I was in high school, I heard that you could skip classes as you please in university, but I didn't expect it to be impossible here, sigh.”

In fact, some teachers in other universities also take attendance. Although skipping class won't lead to failing directly, it will lead to failing indirectly.

“Speaking of which, little brother, you're quite brave. Is today the first time you've skipped class?

You couldn't resist after the virtual platform was released for the first time today, right? I was the same, I understand you.”

Seeing that Zhan Bing had already said this, Qi Jing couldn't help but show off:

“Well, I already got my gun license, so I don't have to take this shooting class, and I don't have to take the cultivation class either.”

“What?” Zhan Bing asked in confusion: “Why?”

Qi Jing explained to him the reason why he didn't have to attend classes, and then Zhan Bing exclaimed:

“So this is the world of academic geniuses. I, this ordinary, normal person, have never heard of these policies.

I have to say, just like when we were honestly taking the college entrance examination, I don't know why those smart people went to competitions. I've never even heard of it.

Difference, life is full of difference.

Just like every weapon has its own strengths and weaknesses, but some weapons are just better in every way than others.

Little brother, is your ability close combat? Do you want to choose my elective course?”

Zhan Bing began to invite Qi Jing.

If Qi Jing really passed the first-level trial and was exempt from these classes, then his physical fitness must be very strong, which was very suitable for his course.

“My ability is 'Weapon Master'. There is no weapon in this world that I can't use, so my course can teach you how to use the weapon in your hand and maximize its effectiveness.”

Although Zhan Bing's course sounded good, elective courses were a matter for the second half of the semester, and he didn't know what he would draw during that time.

So Qi Jing said vaguely:

“I'll see when the time comes, I can't be sure yet.”

Zhan Bing put his arm around Qi Jing's shoulder and said:

“Hey, what are you hesitating about? If there are changes, you can cancel it. Just agree to me first.”

“Well, I really...”

“It's settled then. I just touched your physique, it's very suitable for close combat. Even if your ability is long-range, you should practice a weapon as a secondary weapon.”

Zhan Bing directly made the decision for Qi Jing.

“Okay then.”