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Instead, they swung their knives faster!

"That's right!" the man laughed.

"If you want to practice sword skills well, swinging the sword is the most basic! Go ahead! Swing the sword for me a thousand times!"

"Okay!" Everyone responded, and then waved their knives together!

finally!At the [-]th swing, someone couldn't take it anymore!

"Coach, I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it!"

"That's right, coach, this knife practice is too tiring! How long will it take for us to be as strong as you!"

When one person gives up, a bunch of people follow suit.

"You bastards!" the coach spat.

"What a disgrace! With your basic knowledge of saber techniques, don't say you learned it from me!"

Hearing the coach's reprimand, everyone bowed their heads.

Their coach is a well-known swordsman.

"Coach, can you show us one more time?" Some students looked at the coach happily.

"Your unique skill of killing a seventh-level foreign race with a single knife, let us see it again!"

"That's right, that's right! Coach! Motivation comes only when there is a goal. Please show us one more time!" Other students agreed.

"How many times have you demonstrated it to you?!" The coach glared at them!

Immediately, he sighed helplessly.

"Okay, I'll show you one last time, so watch it!"

Hearing the coach's promise, the others retreated one after another!Make room for the coach.

At the same time, several students moved a huge iron stone for the coach!

It's just that this huge iron stone is full of bumps!There are many knife marks!

"Every time I move the test knife stone, I feel so heavy!"

"Be content, we are warriors at least now, if it were in the past, I am afraid that dozens of people would not be able to lift it up!"

"Right!"

Several students carrying the test stone smiled, and then placed the huge test stone in front of the coach!

The coach carried the scabbard on his back, silently looking at the testing stone that was one person tall.

suddenly!

Swish!

In just a split second, the coach drew the knife!A long knife with deep cold appeared in front of everyone!

hum!

The crisp sound of knives came!

"Good knife!" The students all praised!

"I heard that this knife was handed down from the coach's father! It is a peerless knife!"

"Well, I've heard that too. It seems that there was a very powerful blacksmith who forged this knife for the coach's father!"

"This generation has only passed into the hands of the coach."

"Well, that's right."

The students discussed in low voices, and the coach didn't say a word, just holding his own knife, and then took a deep breath!

"Cracking Wind!"

Sudden!He suddenly drew out his knife and slashed at the testing stone in front of him!

Click!Click!Click!

The moment the blade touches the test stone, there are continuous clicking sounds from the huge test stone!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the cracks instantly covered the entire knife-testing stone like a spider web.

The coach put the knife back into the scabbard, then took a step back and said flatly.

"broken."

In an instant, all the knife-testing stones shattered!Countless small pieces of iron were scattered on the ground!

The test stone made of a whole block of iron shattered into countless small pieces of iron after the coach cut it!

"Cow batch!"

"Great!"

"Stunt! Damn!"

"It's amazing. Every time I see the coach's trick, I am deeply shocked!"

At this moment, all the students are boiling!

This is their coach!Crush the entire block of iron with one knife!

"I heard that it was the same when the coach used to fight against alien races!"

"Facing the vicious seventh-level foreign race, he chopped it down with one blow!"

"I'll go, bragging right? The coach is only level seven?"

"Are you questioning the coach?!"

"Well, no."

Listening to their discussion, the coach smiled helplessly.

"Okay everyone, I have shown you everything you want to see, can you practice your swords well now?"

"Yes! Coach!" The students became motivated one after another!

practice knife!

So, everyone stood up and began to swing the most basic knife!

"Yes! Faster, faster! If you want to kill a foreign race, your knife must be fast enough! If you are slow, the foreign race will kill you!"

"You don't want to be killed by a foreign race either!"

"Roar!!!" In an instant, the students were boiling again!

......................................

At night, the coach came home with an old hen in his hand.

"Mom, I'm back." The coach pushed open the door.

"Back?" An elderly woman came out.

"Why are you wasting it again? Such a big chicken cost a lot of money, right?"

"Mom, what are you talking about!" The coach smiled wryly.

"Isn't today the anniversary of my father's death? The roast chicken I bought for him, we also have a white bar?"

"Oh...I'm getting old and confused." The woman patted herself on the head.

"You wait, I'll go prepare the wine."

The coach nodded and put the old hen into the kitchen.

After a while.The old mother came out with a few glasses of white wine.

"I said you, you should also go to the battlefield, just like your father, to kill a few alien races!"

"Mom, stop making trouble." The coach took the wine glass.

"What? Are you afraid of death?" The old mother glared at her son.

"Your father is a hero after all, why are you so..."

"Mom! Don't I still have to take care of you?" The coach was helpless.

"If I'm not by your side, what will your life be like in the future?"

The old mother froze for a moment, then smiled.

"Okay, let's pay homage to your father first."

After a long time... late at night.

"Son, where is your father's knife? I want to sleep with the knife tonight. I miss your father."

"Here." The coach didn't think too much, but silently gave the knife to his mother.

"Good knife, good knife." Mother took the knife and kept muttering.

"It's a pity that such a good knife is not used to kill aliens! Your martial arts are too wasteful!"

"Mom! You are here again." The coach said helplessly.

"I open a martial arts gym, but I want to make money to honor you!"

"I'm going to bed first, and you should go to bed early too, don't miss my dad too much."

"Yes." The old mother nodded.

.....

In the dead of night, the old mother sat alone by the bed, looking at the iron knife in her hand.

For a long time, she muttered to herself.

"Son, you are destined to be an upright man, why waste time on me, a woman?"

"I don't know how many women and children I can save by killing a few more alien races...I'm not worth it."

"Old Zheng, I'm here to find you."

She raised the iron knife in her hand and aimed it at her neck.