Full-time Summoner.

Chapter 10 Qualifying Tournament

In the school martial arts arena.

Liu Tie was sweating like rain all over his body, and his soul was blessed. After laying down the eleven swords, he successfully executed the twelve foundation swords with the special breathing method.

When Liu Tie displayed the Twelve Foundation Swords, his whole body's energy and blood began to surge, and he began to continuously strengthen his body, making his physical quality stronger.

"With the completion of the Twelve Swords of Foundation, he has far surpassed me!"

"Genius is so enviable!"

"..."

A look of envy flashed across the eyes of the dozen or so Awakened students standing nearby. They just watched helplessly as Liu Tie, a guy who had just learned swordsmanship, surpassed their achievements in practicing for several years in one fell swoop.

Except for Luo Xuefei, none of the Awakened students have Twelve Swords Perfection. Several of them have awakened the [Swordsman] class and used many extraordinary factors, but none of them have been able to perfect the practice of the Twelve Foundation Swords.

"Liu Tie."

“力量20、敏捷18、体质20、智力11、精神12、灵力6/6。”

Liu Tie looked at his physical attributes, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes: "With the completion of the Twelve Swords, my strength, agility, and physique have all been greatly improved, and my mental and spiritual powers have also improved a little. My intelligence has not changed at all. Sure enough, my intelligence has not changed at all." The most difficult exercise! I practiced the three-dimensional meditation method for a month, but my intelligence has not changed at all."

"Yes, Liu Tie, you can master twenty-four of Feiliu's thirty-six sword styles in one month. Your swordsmanship talent is really outstanding. But there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. There are still outstanding talents like you in Daxia. There are quite a few, and you must not be complacent."

"As far as I know, Luo Xuefei learned the Feiliu Thirty-six Sword Styles in just one month. There may be many geniuses in Daxia who can compete with her."

Xu Yuan's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he came to Liu Tie and spoke earnestly.

"Yes, Teacher Xu!"

Liu Tie glanced at Luo Xuefei from a distance, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He has two F-level skills, and with the blessing of the skills, he can practice swordsmanship at such a terrifying speed. The horror of Luo Xuefei's swordsmanship talent is evident.

Xu Yuandao: "Now I will teach you the twelve sword styles of Feiliu's thirty-six sword styles! If one day you can fully display the thirty-six sword styles of Feiliu, then you can truly transform into a human being. An F-class transcendent possesses strength comparable to that of an F-class [Swordsman]."

After finishing speaking, Xu Yuan began to teach Liu Tie the twelve sword styles of transformation one by one.

Each of the Twelve Swords of Mortal Transformation has different methods of breathing and exerting force, and is much more difficult than the previous twenty-four Swords.

However, Liu Tie possesses F-level swordsmanship and can still easily understand how to perform the Twelve Sword Styles of Mortal Transformation, but his physical fitness only supports him to practice the first sword posture of Mortal Transformation.

Three days later, Qingyang City Feiyang Gymnasium was bustling with many spectators. Those spectators came to watch Qingyang City’s annual amateur group swordsmanship qualifying competition. Many spectators are friends and family of the contestants.

Professional swordsmanship competitions, professional fighting skills competitions, professional magic competitions, and the Indiscriminate Professional League of Extraordinaries are the most popular events in the world, and countless extraordinary sports stars have been born. Sports events such as football, baseball, and basketball are simply incomparable to the events in which these extraordinary beings participate.

"Ayun!"

As soon as Liu Tie's family arrived at Feiyang Gymnasium, Tian Hong took a young man who was about 1.76 meters tall, with a lot of muscles on his body, his face covered with acne, short hair, and his facial features didn't look bad. Coming over here, he said enthusiastically.

Wang Yun smiled enthusiastically: "Ahong! This is Xiaoyang, he's grown taller again! He has turned into a handsome young man!"

Yan Xiaoyang said politely: "Hello, aunt!"

"Sister, I'm here!"

A cheerful voice came from the side. Wang Haoyun strode from the side, followed by Qian Fangfang, his mother and his daughter.

Yan Xiaoyang's eyes widened as soon as he saw the extremely beautiful Yan Ruyu. What he likes most is Yan Ruyu, a beautiful woman who exudes the aura of a royal sister.

Tian Hong looked at Wang Haoyun, who was wearing expensive brand-name clothes, and said with some confusion: "Ah Yun, who is this one?" Wang Yun smiled and said: "A Hong, this one is my brother Wang Haoyun. Haoyun, this one is my brother Wang Haoyun. This is my friend Tian Hong!"

Wang Haoyun said politely: "Hello!"

Tian Hong said enthusiastically: "Hello! Ayun, I didn't expect you to have such an outstanding younger brother. It's so hard for you to hide it from me!"

Tian Hong's family was well off, and she could tell at a glance that Wang Haoyun's price was probably hundreds of thousands. The mother and daughter beside Wang Haoyun are also wearing expensive brand names. It is obvious that Wang Haoyun's financial strength is extraordinary. She couldn't help but glance at Wang Yungao.

After a few polite words, the group came to sit in the auditorium.

Not long after, the three judges also sat down at the judges' seats.

The three judges are Zhu Yuan, Huang Cai, and Fang Lun.

The qualifying competition began soon. Those who participated in the qualifying competition were men and women, old and young. They stepped onto the center of the venue to perform the first twelve sword styles of the Feiliu Thirty-Six Sword Styles, and then the three major judges Score.

Only those who have fully executed the first twelve of the Feiliu Thirty-six Sword Styles and scored eight points or above can be rated as professional and participate in the following competitions.

"Please invite contestant Yan Xiaoyang to come on stage!"

After Yan Xiaoyang heard the broadcast, he took a deep breath, went to the center of the stadium, and performed the twelve entry-level sword moves among the thirty-six sword moves of Feiliu.

"8 points!"

The three judges took a look and gave the score directly.

Yan Xiaoyang walked toward the auditorium with a happy face.

Tian Hong showed off with a happy face: "Xiaoyang, well done. From now on, you will be a professional swordsman!"

Yan Xiaoyang smiled shyly and looked at Yan Ruyu on the side, with a burning look in his eyes.

Yan Ruyu smiled politely. There were many outstanding swordsmen pursuing her, including young Junyan who was a professional seventh- and eighth-dan swordsman. Naturally, she didn't take Yan Xiaoyang, who was a professional at the first level, seriously.

"Please invite contestant Liu Tie to come on stage!"

Soon, the broadcast sounded, and Liu Tie also stood up from his seat, came to the center of the stadium, and directly performed the Twelve Swordsmanship.

Zhu Yuan's eyes lit up and he said: "Not bad, a very standard sword style! I think it can be scored 10 points!"

The other two judges nodded slightly: "Agree!"

"Brother, congratulations on becoming a professional swordsman!"

As soon as Liu Tie returned to the auditorium, Liu Xin'er greeted him with a happy face.

Liu Zhen smiled from ear to ear: "Professional swordsman! Okay! Okay!!"

Wang Yun was equally excited, with a face full of pride: "As expected of my son, he is outstanding! He has only learned swordsmanship for a month, and he is already a professional swordsman! Good! Good! Good!!"

Tian Hong had a smile on her face, a trace of jealousy flashed deep in her eyes, and she said sourly: "Xiao Tie is really awesome!!"

Yan Xiaoyang has learned swordsmanship for several years, but he can't compare to Liu Tie's skills in a month, which naturally makes Tian Hong a little jealous and envious.

(End of this chapter)