After eating the meal Shayla had ordered and taking a short rest, Leon picked up the phone and dialed a number.
“Yes, it’s me.” Leon said indifferently, “I can make it today.
I have plenty of time.” The voice on the other end of the phone sounded pleasantly surprised.
“Alright.” “Notify them.
Anyone who can spare the time, bring them over.” After hanging up the phone, Leon got dressed and went out.
In the sunlight filtering through the trees, Leon walked out of the residential complex, hopped on his silver bicycle, and merged into the flow of traffic in the city’s streets and alleys.
Originally, his scheduled itinerary for this period, even if he went out, was just to buy ingredients to prevent the predicament of running out of food halfway through the game.
Besides that, he didn’t plan to do anything else.
But since he had now officially entered E-Rank and seen a new world, the situation was completely different.
All along the way, a silver bicycle weaved through the streets and alleys at an extremely high speed, leaving a meteor-like trail in the eyes of many drivers and pedestrians.
The meteor flew all the way toward the southern part of the city, finally stopping in front of a building that looked ancient.
The building was exquisitely restored with an ancient design, yet its interior was modernly furnished, creating a blend of old-style architecture and contemporary style.
One could even hear deep shouts and the clashing of weapons from within.
Seven large characters were written in a sweeping, calligraphic style on the plaque.
Vanden’s Youth Swordsmanship School.
Without the slightest hesitation, Leon carried his bicycle straight through the entrance, placed it openly in a corner of the hall, and walked into the training area under the awe-struck gazes of the disciples at the door.
Back when he had just started high school and his body had already been tempered to a considerable degree, Leon had used his accumulated funds and private connections to do something quite crazy in order to verify whether supernatural powers existed in this world.
He had visited almost every well-known martial arts school, large and small, in Vanden City.
Of course, he didn’t go to observe, but to challenge them.
Relying on physical fitness and reaction speed that far exceeded those of his peers, he used the guise of “friendly sparring” to sweep through most of the students his own age in a friendly yet dominant manner, even forcing many instructors to personally take the field.
At the time, the talent he displayed made many Hall Masters marvel at him as a god-like genius, and they all extended olive branches, hoping to take him in as a closed-door disciple.
But Leon only asked one question at every martial arts school: “If I train to the top here, can I fire a saber beam or fly on a sword?” The answer he received was, naturally, a negative one.
After confirming that there were no traces of supernatural power in these martial arts schools, Leon unhesitatingly declined all invitations.
Until he came to this “Vanden’s Youth Swordsmanship School” that taught weapon-based combat.
This was a Sword Hall that had been expanded from the Vanden Activity Center.
The Hall Master had opened a class inside the Activity Center in his early years, but because it became more and more popular, even adults were willing to come and learn, so he simply moved a few hundred meters next to the Activity Center, still keeping the Activity Center’s sign.
There were three reasons for staying here: First.
Sabers and swords are actually not among the most useful weapons in normal cold-weapon combat.
But in those supernatural works, sabers and swords are the most popular.
In other words, if there really is supernatural power in this world, then cultivating along this path will have a greater chance of finding supernatural power, which can be considered laying a foundation in advance.
This matter is recorded in…
in short, in countless places.
Second, the Hall Master here, Master Chu, is quite “clued-in.” Hall Master Chu was not only a genuine martial artist of high caliber, but also a man who treasured talent above all else, rather than someone who taught children nonsense.
After witnessing Leon’s talent, he not only waived the tuition fees but also offered to cover the high costs of training equipment wear and tear and nutritional supplements.
Later, he even directly hired Leon to come once a week as a “special teaching assistant” to guide new students, paying him a staggering hourly wage of 500 marks.
For Leon, this was simply a paradise for paid training.
Third, and most importantly, the people here got along well with Leon.
It was a simple reason.
Since Leon would dislike dating because of his personal interests, even refusing to quickly and profitably amass wealth from Shayla, he naturally had his own preferences and inclinations, just not in the way most people were familiar with.
Relatively speaking, the Vanden Activity Center was quite interesting.
“Senior Brother!” “Hello, Senior Brother!” As soon as he walked into the dojo, several students who were sweating profusely stopped their movements and bowed respectfully to Leon.
Even more, several tall and well-built students, who were clearly martial artists, had their eyes full of excitement.
Leon nodded slightly in response and walked straight to the changing room.
– Two hours later.
Clack!
A wooden sword steadily parried another heavy, powerful wooden sword.
Clack!
The one who swung the sword was sent stumbling by the counterattacking wooden sword, falling flat on his backside and gasping for breath.
Leon withdrew his wooden sword.
“Your left and right shoulder strength is unbalanced.
Your left arm’s endurance is clearly stronger than your right.
You subconsciously borrowed force during the prolonged fight, causing your sword line to become more and more crooked.
Strengthen the corresponding training; I’ll check it next time.” “Yes!” “Go rest.
Next time, try again with a lighter sword.” “Yes!!” In the corner of the dojo, a new student who had just signed up and was still practicing sword swings watched the senior student who had just taken the floor, his expression one of disbelief.
Those tall, well-built senior brothers in protective gear had come up one after another, each move and stance fierce and aggressive, cutting through the air with a whoosh.
Yet the equally tall youth before them wore no protective gear at all.
With just one person and one sword, he parried all their attacks, then whipped them around like spinning tops.
And not just one.
He had single-handedly whipped everyone who came up for guidance like spinning tops, remaining composed and at ease from start to finish.
The young new student finally couldn’t help but nudge the senior student who was guiding his movements with his elbow, asking in a low voice: “Senior Brother, who is that person?
He’s too amazing.” “Of course he’s amazing.” The senior student lowered his voice while wiping his protective gear, his tone carrying a hint of awe and envy, “That is the Senior Brother of our Vanden’s Youth Swordsmanship School.” “Then it’s no surprise, it’s no surprise.” The expression on the new student’s face changed from astonishment to sudden realization, followed by a look of deep respect: “The Senior Brother is right.” The senior student said with emotion: “The Hall Master himself has said that after some more time, he’s afraid he won’t even be a match for the Senior Brother.” “Wow…” Looking at the other’s impressed expression, the senior student suddenly showed a thoughtful look: “But speaking of which, Senior Brother seems exceptionally amazing today, and he’s also talking more, giving everyone a detailed critique.” Just as the two were whispering, a figure in a dark blue kendo uniform had already walked to the center of the dojo.
He was a well-built middle-aged man, his movements radiating a powerful explosiveness.
Several senior students who were about to step forward and itching for a fight immediately took on respectful expressions.
That was Master Chu, the Hall Master.
Generally speaking, he would not interfere while Leon was giving others guidance; after all, this meant Leon had already expended some physical strength, making a fight unfair.
But today, he was truly eager to test his skills.
“You’ve improved again.”