Keqing slowly stepped forward, picked up the wooden sword, and set an offensive stance, resembling a vishap eyeing its prey, accumulating strength and waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Even though she was holding a wooden sword, Keqing exuded a murderous aura all over her body at this moment.
Facing Keqing’s momentum, Instructor Fengyan’s eyes also began to turn serious, the muscles all over her body began to exert force, staring closely at the Damselette before her; from the momentum, it could be seen that the sword of the Damselette before him was exceptionally sharp.
The surrounding classmates dared not make a sound at this moment.
A wooden sword, a Damselette — at this moment, the air seemed to solidify, and the entire world grew quiet.
With a “whoosh”, Keqing’s sword came out like thunder, closing in instantly as the wooden sword pierced heavily toward the right side of Instructor Fengyan’s body.
This strike was extremely stunning.
Instructor Fengyan’s inner heart also churned with roaring waves at this moment.
This kind of charging momentum was Yunlai Swordsmanship.
At such a young age, being able to comprehend the essence of Yunlai Swordsmanship was truly rare, truly rare.
Yunlai Swordsmanship was the ancestral swordplay of the Wu Family, rumored to have been born during the Archon War, but the ancient Yunlai Swordsmanship of that time emphasized inclusiveness and impregnability, being a defensive style of swordsmanship.
Until over 200 years ago, a swordsmanship genius of the Wu Family emerged abruptly.
It was said that this Wu Family genius always loved to uphold chivalry and justice, drawing his sword to help when encountering injustices, leaving behind a resounding reputation in Jianghu.
At that time, this genius felt that the ancient Yunlai Swordsmanship had surplus defense but insufficient enterprise, so he improved it and ultimately mastered the Yunlai Swordsmanship of “man and sword advancing together”.
The current Yunlai Swordsmanship emphasized being as fast as a gale, as accurate as an eagle’s strike, as powerful as thunder, with tricky sword paths, and a murderous aura filling the swordsman’s body.
However, because of its special aggressiveness, Yunlai Swordsmanship placed extremely high demands on the mindset of the wielder; those who were not courageous and decisive in killing could not practice it.
Therefore, even though that genius broke conventions and imparted the ancestral swordplay to others, very few people mastered it, ultimately resulting in few echoes to high art.
The moment she saw Instructor Fengyan holding the sword with her right hand, Keqing had already decided to attack the right side of Instructor Fengyan’s body.
Facing this tricky sword path, Instructor Fengyan rarely took a step back, and after striving for space to counterattack, he swung his sword to block.
“Bang.” With a loud crash, the two contending wooden swords each emitted unbearable groaning sounds.
Ultimately lacking in strength, Keqing took the lead in jumping backward, widening the distance, resetting his posture, and adjusting her breathing.
Seeing Keqing widen the distance, Instructor Fengyan did not choose to close in and press the attack.
Just moments later, Keqing adjusted her breathing and launched a fierce charge once again.
Compared to Keqing’s storm-like fierce offensive, Instructor Fengyan chose to fight while retreating, defending leak-free.
The two kept stalemating like this until Instructor Fengyan was forced into a corner.
How could Keqing give up this rare opportunity?
He exerted all her strength, advancing with man and sword together, carving out a gorgeous horizontal slash resembling a crescent moon.
Facing this magnificent horizontal slash, Instructor Fengyan, forced into the corner, had nowhere to hide.
Keqing had victory in hand.
However, at this critical juncture, Instructor Fengyan made an unexpected move: he smoothly lay his body down in an arch bridge shape, causing Keqing’s horizontal slash to brush past him.
When Keqing’s old strength had faded and new strength had yet to be born, he performed a carp kip, pressing his wooden sword against Keqing’s neck.
“…I have learned much.” Keqing recovered from this instantaneous inversion of the offensive and defensive momentum.
“Superb swordsmanship, it’s just a pity that you were too impatient at the end and made a low-level error.
Remember in the future to try not to swing your sword with full force in battle.” Instructor Fengyan gave his own opinion.
Keqing’s original plan was that Instructor Fengyan would definitely catch her full-strength strike, and the moment Instructor Fengyan caught it, she would utilize the speed of her Yunlai Swordsmanship to thrust out the winning strike.
This was also a helpless move for Keqing, whose strength was inferior to Instructor Fengyan’s.
However, Instructor Fengyan’s combat experience was truly rich; upon seeing that half-moon horizontal slash, he instantly understood the power of this move and chose extreme dodging rather than taking it head-on.
In the end, Keqing was still one move short and lost the entire game.
“Interested in coming to Class A?” Instructor Fengyan felt a budding appreciation for talent.
“Sorry, my aspirations do not lie here.” Keqing naturally refused.
“Is that so, Keqing, Class B.” Instructor Fengyan could only express regret.
“Rest for 5 minutes.
Next, Kuaixue, get ready.” Facing the intense offensive and defensive battle just now, Instructor Fengyan also needed a moment to rest.
“Wow, Keqing, I didn’t expect you to be so amazing, you almost won against the Instructor.” When Keqing returned to the queue, Hu Tao, who had held back for a long time, started chattering noisily, “Your swordplay is really so cool, how is it practiced?
Can I learn it?” “Uh, you flatter me,” Keqing replied.
“As for how it’s practiced?
Um—my family has hired Instructors to train us at home since I was 5 years old.
Although it is ancestral swordplay, our ancestors gave the order: education without discrimination.
If you are interested, Hu Tao, I can teach you.” “Us?
Is classmate Kuaixue just as strong as Keqing?” Xingqiu and Yun Jin also crowded around with interest.
“Xiaoxue…
is stronger than me.” Keqing was obviously somewhat unwilling, “Although her mastery of swordsmanship is on par with mine, her sword is very bizarre.” “Bizarre?” The three looked at each other in dismay.
“You’ll know in a moment.” Thinking of his younger sister’s bizarre sword path, Keqing, who had never beaten her younger sister, couldn’t help but look at the Instructor with sympathy.
“Hoo—alright, let’s begin.” Facing Kuaixue, who looked identical to Keqing, Instructor Fengyan’s expression also turned somewhat bitter.
At this moment, he still did not know what kind of monster he was about to face.