C4 Swordsman Training Hall Contest

Banyan City's Han Hua Sword Dojo. The head of the dojo, Zhou Hancheng, frowned at the young man before him.

"You want to apply for sword arts training as a sparring partner?" "Although I want a co-worker here and don't place too much importance on the requirements of their standards, not everyone can be one."

The meaning behind his words was naturally to say that Ye Tao wasn't qualified.

"Little brother, please."

The coaches were all chuckling and didn't seem to care. It was obvious that they thought Ye Tao was here to cause trouble.

"I'm here for a part-time training session. Aren't you going to try my level and chase me away?"

Ye Tao was speechless.

"Do you still need to try?"

Zhou Hancheng laughed bitterly, then shook his head and explained, "Right now, Chinese martial arts have no influence, not to mention the path of the sword that is one of the branches of the martial arts of China. It's even weaker and ordinary people rarely come into contact with it."

"In the past, sword arts could kill enemies. Now, it's just training the body. That's why there are less people who can learn it, and fewer who can!"

"Let me ask you, how long have you been practicing China's ancient sword techniques? "Who do you want to acknowledge as your teacher?"

"I haven't. I've just learned it."

Ye Tao felt a little awkward.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hancheng's eyebrows rose even more. Shaking his head, he said, "Young man, you can go."

"Head Zhou, let me try, I think I can." Ye Tao pleaded.

Seeing him stubbornly refusing to leave, Zhou Hancheng's eyes flashed. "Fine, I'll give you a chance. Take my sword!"

Finishing his words, he had his men lead Ye Tao to the training grounds.

He threw a long sword to Ye Tao and had him equip his armour. Then, with a wooden sword in hand, he walked to the center of the arena.

Looking at Ye Tao, who was still in a unfamiliar posture holding a sword, Zhou Hancheng shook his head helplessly.

"This kid is seeking death right? He actually dares to fight with the head with his sword?"

"Is it possible for the head to let this kid receive one of his blows? I think this kid is going to pee his pants. "

All the instructors in the training hall looked on in awe as they witnessed this scene. They could not help but shake their heads in contempt.

"Young man, take my sword."

Holding the sword in his hand, a wave of energy gradually gathered around Zhou Hancheng. It converged to its peak, then he took a step forward with his right foot. A sword light flashed through the air like the roar of a dragon or the roar of a tiger, suddenly blooming with specks of plum blossoms.

Clang!

Just when all the coaches closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch that kid urinate all over the scene, there was a loud crash, followed by a figure flying out onto the field, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"It's that bad?" "Young people these days, their skin is all blown to the sky."

Everyone started laughing at him.

"Wait …"

"Hiss!"

In the next moment, when everyone saw the figure lying on the ground, they instantly stopped moving as if they had eaten feces.

"How could that be!"

Zhou Hancheng struggled to get up from the ground. His hand felt numb for a moment. Then, he glanced at Ye Tao, who was in the middle of the arena retracting his sword, and was instantly dumbstruck. A drop of cold sweat stealthily emerged from his forehead.

"Expert!"

The next moment, as if facing a great enemy, Zhou Hancheng stared at Ye Tao in horror.

"So this is Lu Chunyang's sword technique."

Ye Tao pulled back his sword as a smile appeared on his face.

After absorbing Lu Chunyang's lifetime worth of insights into the way of the sword, the current Ye Tao was akin to a sword immortal of his generation. In his eyes, what was there to fear about all the sword techniques in the mortal world?

"Young man, you really surprised me."

Zhou Hancheng walked in front of Ye Tao in shock. His face and neck were red because of embarrassment!

He had underestimated him, but he didn't expect the man to be an expert.

The others were even more shocked, that kid from who knows where actually sent Head Zhou flying with a single strike? It has to be known, the head is a leading figure in China's sword world? That kid is still so young, where did he run off to become a monster?!

"Too awesome, you really can't judge a book by its cover!"

"Fuck, didn't you bet that this brat would pee his pants before? I think it's you who got scared to the point of wetting your pants! "

Ye Tao smiled and said humbly: "Head Zhou, you have let me win."

"Right now, I should be able to do this part-time job, right?"

"Too powerful."

Zhou Hancheng was deeply moved. Then, as if he had thought of something else, his face revealed a hint of joy. "You can come to our place as a coach!"

"It's fine if I'm the coach, but I think it's better if I'm the sparring partner."

Ye Tao shook his head. The reason why he knew Sword Truth was entirely due to Lu Chunyang. Absorbing the sword intent contained within the wooden sword and holding it in his hand was like an instinct. If he had to teach someone else, he would not know what to teach them.

"Sure, there's a person who can be his sparring partner."

"You're quite good. How about this, I'll give you one thousand yuan for one hour!"

Zhou Hancheng thought for a moment and then said carefully.

"So high!"

Ye Tao was completely shocked. He then said happily, "Head, it's a deal. Don't worry, I will definitely treat training as a good job."

Finished speaking, Zhou Hancheng impatiently led Ye Tao into an independent training room.

"The person inside is a big client of our training hall. His level is also very high, perhaps even higher than mine!"

With that said, Zhou Hancheng turned around and left as if he was somewhat afraid.

Watching Ye Tao step into the training room, the coaches sighed with emotion, "This kid is a monster, but the person inside is even more of a monster!"

"Tell me, how long can this new guy last?"

The group gathered at the entrance of the training room. All sorts of discussions were going on, but they didn't even have the courage to go in and take a look.

When Ye Tao walked into the training room, he saw a man with a bare upper body practicing his sword. He was holding a steel sword that did not have a blade open, slashing onto the training puppet with his sword, but the sound of air being torn apart was heard.

"Get out."

The man didn't even turn his head as his rough voice sounded.

This, my sparring partner's temper doesn't seem to be that good? Ye Tao was extremely embarrassed. When he thought of that thousand yuan, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Hello, I'm your sparring partner."

"I don't need a training partner."

The man gave a cold laugh, "Besides, who would be qualified to be my sparring partner? Head Zhou barely has the right "

"Then I should be able to."

Ye Tao heaved a sigh of relief.

"You?" The swordsman turned his head, revealing a square face, with a pair of sharp eyes under his eyebrows, and said with a sneer, "You are not worthy!"

"Let's give it a try." Ye Tao pouted his lips. This man's temper is really too roguish, he's smelly too!

Bang!

The man walked to the weapon rack at the side and put down the steel swords that were used for sword practice. He then took out two swords from the rack, the kind that had scabbards on them.

"If you want to try, then do it for real."

Zhao Wulong smiled contemptuously and threw the sword in its sheath to Ye Tao. He said indifferently, "This is a sword with a sharp edge. Since you want to be my sparring partner, you should be willing to do so, right?"

"Are you serious?"

Ye Tao frowned. In the next second, he laughed, "Sure."

He caught the sword, stood it upright on the ground, and smiled. "Then draw your sword."

"You go first." Zhao Wulong was amused again as he shook his head, "I'm afraid that if I pull out my sword, you won't even have the chance to connect with the previous sword!"

Weng! *

With the sound of a sword ringing out, Ye Tao raised his sword. Without saying anything, he flicked his fingers and a cold light appeared in the air, quietly blooming at the center of his palm.

A terrifying sword intent soared into the sky.

On a wooden frame not too far away, a dozen or so swords were vibrating simultaneously, like an earthquake.

Boom!

Zhao Wulong's face paled and his pupils shrank. He was completely shocked!