As the middle-aged man approached, Lin Yu's expression remained calm. The raised wooden sword hovered in the air, not even trembling, his arm as steady as a sculpture.
However, before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, as his steps brought him within the attack range of Lin Yu's wooden sword, Lin Yu moved.
The wooden sword in his hand was like a spiritual snake emerging from its hole; no one saw how Lin Yu had swung that strike.
They only heard a soft 'smack' sound, and the middle-aged man who had earlier threatened to teach Lin Yu a lesson collapsed in response, falling limply to the ground, unconscious.
Looking at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, the crowd, who had been ready to watch a good show, all had astonished expressions on their faces.
They didn't know what had happened; how could someone who was fine just a moment ago suddenly faint?
Lin Yu's sword remained raised in the air, its position identical to before, as if he hadn't moved at all.
Looking at the expressions on everyone's faces, Lin Yu said faintly,
“Next.”
Everyone exchanged glances. This strange situation was a first. Could it be that the young man in front of them had really knocked that person down?
Seeing that everyone seemed still immersed in their surprise, unable to extricate themselves, Lin Yu raised an eyebrow. He didn't want to waste too much time.
“Since you won’t make a move, then I will.”
With that, Lin Yu lightly stamped his foot on the dojo floor. The wooden floor instantly let out a groan of protest, and cracks spread open.
Sawdust, carried by the wind stirred by Lin Yu's passing, drifted through the air, scattering towards the crowd.
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At least most of those Gang members in the Slums had seen blood.
These dojo students, compared to them, were merely flowers in a greenhouse.
Facing Lin Yu's attack, they couldn't even organize any effective resistance.
It was truly like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The wooden sword in Lin Yu's hand seemed to transform into hundreds of blades, leaving trails of afterimages in the air, striking at the joints of these students.
“Smack… smack, smack…”
A series of striking sounds accompanied by screams echoed through the dojo. The shrill cries immediately drew the curious glances of passersby outside the door.
In just a few minutes, even less time than it took Lin Yu to wipe out a Gang, dozens of students had already fallen to the ground.
These students were all wailing, clutching the joints that Lin Yu had just struck, unable to get up from the ground.
“You have three minutes to get up and start today’s training.”
Lin Yu glanced at these guys, put away the wooden sword in his hand, and went to a cushion by the side of the training area. He sat down, poured a cup of warm tea, and slowly savored it.
Three minutes passed quickly, and this time, no one dared to say anything to Lin Yu.
Enduring the pain from their joints, they stood honestly in the training area, looking at Lin Yu, who was much younger than them, with fearful expressions.
No matter how much they thought, they couldn't have imagined that one day so many of them would be beaten by a single youth, unable to get up, completely wiped out.
From beginning to end, there wasn't even a semblance of a decent resistance. Their wooden swords hadn't even managed to touch Lin Yu's clothes.
This sense of disparity in strength could not be explained by just a small margin.
Even a properly trained samurai wouldn’t dare to claim they could achieve this.
It wasn't that they had a peculiar masochistic habit, but rather that in Lin Yu, they found an opportunity that could allow them to become samurai!
The previous sword instructor, compared to Lin Yu, was like heaven and earth.
If they were taught by a swordsman as powerful as Lin Yu, wouldn't their chances of passing the Fujiwara Family's samurai examination become much higher?
With these thoughts, Lin Yu's subsequent lessons became much easier.
Under a combination of strictness and leniency, everyone no longer dared to underestimate this teenager who was only in his teens. They diligently trained according to the tasks Lin Yu had arranged, without a single lapse.
As for the middle-aged man who had been knocked unconscious by Lin Yu's single strike, he still lay on the ground, and naturally, no one dared to attend to him.
Having just been taught a lesson, no one dared to provoke Lin Yu.
While the students trained, Lin Yu did not slack off either.
Although the daily system tasks were completed, he had ample energy and time now, so spending more time on sword practice could only be beneficial, not harmful.
Watching Lin Yu also continuously chop and train like themselves, a look of respect flashed in the eyes of these students.
In chaotic times, the strong are revered.
Lin Yu's strength, challenging all of them alone, had already won them over, and his will to train diligently was even more admirable.
Someone so strong was still working hard; what right did they have to be lazy? No one's success comes out of thin air.
If Lin Yu knew that his unintentional actions had caused these students to get carried away with their imagination, he would surely be dumbfounded.
If success had a shortcut, then the name of that shortcut would definitely be 'System'!