When Lin Nian ran to the class location, the classroom was already full of people. Everyone was not surprised when they saw Lin Nian coming in. After all, they were familiar faces after several days of class, and Lin Nian also recognized the names of several students, but the only one who had the best relationship was Caesar Gattuso, who could speak every day.

The classroom for the Cold Weapon Course is a relatively wide gym that can accommodate hundreds of people. The wooden floor is polished to light, which makes people look good. If you step on it, you must take off your shoes first. The light emitted by the light hanging on the corner of the ceiling above your head is a gentle and non-glazing white light. On the wall in front is a calligraphy and painting, with the word "Dao" in cursive script. Lin Nian is quite familiar with this environment. The environment of this classroom is no different from the Jiandao Hall in the Children's Palace.

Caesar saw Lin Nian walking in and nodded slightly. Lin Nian also nodded and said hello. He walked to his side and said, "Good morning, why are you here so early today? You usually come here by scouting the spot."

"Because there is bad news." Caesar looked at the empty gym with his hands in his arms. Not far away, the wall was replaced with a huge mirror, reflecting everyone's every move.

"Bad news? What bad news? Do you need to take the exam?" Lin Nian bent down and scrubbed his socks and jumped gently twice to try to feel the grip.

"No, it's just something else. If I remember correctly, this is your first time in cold weapons class, right?" Caesar asked at Lin Nian, who was half a head shorter than him.

"Yes, why? Is the class difficult?" Lin Nian stopped to warm up.

"It's not difficult. Basically, the teacher demonstrates how to use some cold weapons to practice. After gradually splitting the movements, the students will practice in pairs. Finally, every student will go to the teacher to practice it once and then the get out of class will be over."

"What did you teach in the last class?" Lin Nian asked curiously.

"The short dagger fighting technique, pace, rhythm and distance control, and finally demonstrated the sword grabbing with bare hands or something." Caesar raised his head and signaled a wooden rack not far away, with many rubber weapons on it, from daggers to short knives, bamboo swords to nunchaku.

"Is it practical?" Lin Nian asked curiously.

"The hybrid species are naturally stronger in motor nerves and reaction abilities than ordinary people. Haven't you seen girls in the gymnasiums with flying dunks and bullfighting blocks?" Caesar said: "If it's better for ordinary people to run away or find weapons when they meet an enemy with a knife, but the hybrid species can use their physical fitness and technical training to achieve extraordinary results."

"Then what bad news did you say before?" Lin Nian glanced around. It was almost time for class but he didn't see any teacher coming in.

"This bad news is not for everyone, but for me and you." Caesar hugged his arms and moved his muscles: "The usual teacher was the retired Navy SEALs from the school's work department, but today I heard that they brought a temporary teacher to teach us."

"Temporary instructor?" Lin Nian couldn't think of anyone who was more familiar with cold weapons than the group of school workers who had been a SEAL. Those strong men could pick out any of them and could directly be competent for the T-800 shooting in the Terminator.

"This is related to the courses in this class. In the last class, we learned the short dagger fighting technique, and in the last class, we learned the sticks, and in this class we learned the kendo."

"Jiandao?" Lin Nian was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean"

"The bad news is that the temporary teacher they are looking for is the Minister of the Kendo Department of the Student Union. Guess who it is?"

Lin Nian didn't guess because there was no need to guess at all. He finally knew why Caesar said it was bad news.

At this time, the door of the gym was opened again. Caesar and Lin Nian were the first to look over, but they were both stunned, because the person who walked in was not the Japanese with a high ponytail they imagined. The person who stepped on the wooden floor was an old gentleman with gray hair and eyes like a lion hiding. The suit was so bulging with muscles that it was not like the figure that an old man of this age could have.

"Principal?" Most of the people in the classroom spoke in surprise.

Hilbert Jean Anger walked into the crowd with a smile, raising his wrist cuffs and heading towards the front: "It seems that you don't really welcome me?"

Everyone shook their heads as neatly as rattles. Some female students even covered their mouths to avoid screaming in disguise. Angers' reputation in this academy is so high that he is sought after and respected like a celebrity.

"Brother Caesar seems that your information is wrong." Lin Nian hit Caesar with his elbow.

"I will not go wrong with my news." Caesar signaled Lin Nian to look at the entrance of the gym, where a boy walked in quietly and was slipping his socks. The man was Miyamoto Yixin, the minister of the Kendo Department who Lin Nian met at the Anbo Pavilion banquet.

"I heard that today's course is Kendo, so I temporarily changed my itinerary to teach freshmen a lesson." Angers glanced at all the students wearing school uniforms: "The purpose of Cassel College is to run a teaching force and teaching conditions. I probably can't find anyone more qualified to teach Kendo in the college."

"The principal is a kendo?" Lin Nian was a little surprised.

"More than just know, look at his wrists." Caesar whispered.

Lin Nian looked at the front of the crowd and was stunned. On the wrist where Anger rolled up his cuffs, what he saw was not a famous watch or a gold bracelet, but a colorful tattoo, which was undoubtedly part of the extended area of ​​a large area of ​​tattoos.

"Damn it, the principal has been scrambled to the underworld?" Lin Nian also lowered his voice.

"Authentic Japanese underworld. When I first came to the school, I had been interested in checking Principal Angers' resume. The principal was in his 130s. When the US military landed in Japan, the principal took the first batch of warships to set foot on Japanese territory. There, the principal was a strong kendo friend, Dansheng Ion Moddai. The two studied Miyamoto Musashi's "two-day first-class" swordsmanship, and established a Japanese branch. Before leaving and returning to the United States, they passed the regular kendo trial and obtained the nickname of "Ten Fights".

"'Ten Fights'? Are you right? The principal is still a sword saint?" Lin Nian couldn't help but feel cold in his cheeks.

"It's just 'ten-match'. At that time, Japan had no idea of ​​kendo test. The graduation trial was one-match one or one. At that time, the sword saints in the field of kendo in Japan were at most 'one-match five' and 'one-match seven'. However, the principal beat ten, without any injury." Caesar's eyes passed through the crowd and fell on Angers: "This year the principal is more than 130 years old. It happened about decades ago when he obtained the Sword Saint's nickname. Japanese Kendo has always said that the older he is, the more demons you become. Do you think the current principal can 'how many times' can't 'beat'?"

"Although the kendo grading requires age requirements, the principal has reached this level and has reached this level. "How many fights" have nothing to do with age, right?" Lin Nian imagined himself standing alone in the empty gym, surrounded by ten enemies holding real swords. When the offensive was launched, he might be able to hold three or four swords, but the next moment he would be chopped into meat sauce by six or seven other swords.

"It does not mean that the mixed race cannot do it, let alone Hilbert Jean-Angers, who is known as a natural dragon slayer, is very strong, so the college's first, second, and third year, and the executive department's commissioner are very impressed. When the principal mentions that the only word "invincible" can be thought of," Caesar said in a low voice.

"Hiss, it looks so awesome."

"Awesome?"

"Chinese slang, which means to be powerful."

"The principal is indeed awesome." Caesar nodded and agreed.

"That's so awesome." Lin Nian nodded, and suddenly he realized something: "Wait, Caesar, did you just say that there is a part of the cold weapon class that needs to practice with the teacher in actual combat?"

“Yes, that’s right.”

Lin Nian turned his head and looked at Caesar, and found that the other party was also looking at him. The emotions that emerged in the eyes of the two were surprisingly consistent, and they were all unable to contain their desire to try!

Angers, known as the strongest mixed-race species, is right in front of him. In this class, he has to find an opportunity to beat the principal, the old sword saint, once!
Chapter completed!