There is no cynical plot,

In fact, the other party even smiled kindly at me.

Nodding from afar, Nuolan withdrew his gaze.

His keen perception allowed him to detect a bit of arrogance and contempt from the other person's seemingly friendly smile.

It doesn’t seem like a big deal?

After all, I am just a novice swordsman with no background and nothing.

For any student in the advanced training class except Sato, it can be said that they are lucky to meet him in the small training.

is that so?

Subtle, small emotions arise deep in my heart, swaying gently like a flame.

Nuolan did not jump up and shout any lofty ideals, nor did she get downcast or discouraged by the gap between her and the other party.

He just silently tightened the wooden blade in his hand,

His chest rose and fell, and he let out a long breath.

…

Soon, after the lottery session was over, under the command of Yusuke, the venue for Yueban Xiaolian was set up.

It's said to be "building", but it actually means drawing a circle with a black marker in the center of the room.

The students sat on the ground in a circle, and the two players fought in the circle.

Simple, even crude.

But for the students in the advanced training class, it is not annoying.

It is convenient and saves time. You can also watch the details of the battle at close range and use it to check and fill in the gaps.

Even if the two people are fighting on the field, under the gaze of the surrounding students, they can often tense up and perform extraordinary performances.

The order of battles is determined by the numbers drawn.

The two students who drew the number "1" will fight first, and the number "16" will be the last.

Number "7",

The battle round is located in the front of the middle.

It can leave enough preparation time for oneself without losing the fighting spirit due to being too far back.

It’s considered a very good signing number.

Of course, this must be done under the premise of eliminating the target of combat.

Nolan sat in an inconspicuous corner among the crowd, looking to the side and ahead.

There seemed to be an interesting topic being discussed there. Suzuki Hiko and the students around him who had a tendency to be addicted to inflammation were laughing.

It seemed extremely lively.

Nuolan touched her smooth chin, her eyes were heavy, and she couldn't help but think.

First, something must be made clear.

During the entire month and a half of practice, no matter whether he won or lost, he would never activate the "over-limit state".

This "bug" state, which greatly enhances the five senses in a short period of time, consumes energy that I can hardly afford at the moment.

Every time the state is turned on, it will cause serious side effects.

It can range from prolonged weakness to severe fainting on the spot and direct serious injury.

Therefore, at least before further improving your physical fitness,

The "over-limit state" must be turned on when one encounters a life-or-death crisis.

In this way, when facing a strong opponent like Suzuki Hiko, he can only keep his feet on the ground and rely on his "sword skills" or "body" to win.

Thinking of this, Nuolan couldn't help but pause.

Immediately, a wry smile appeared on his face.

In terms of swordsmanship, I am just a newbie who has only been exposed to swordsmanship for fifteen days, while the opponent has already received professional swordsmanship training for several years.

There is absolutely no comparison.

Physically, at the age of thirty-nine, Suzukihiko is at the peak of human male physical fitness.

I am in the developmental stage of adolescence under the age of twenty,

Perhaps the recovery ability and endurance are slightly higher than ordinary people,

But in comprehensive comparison, it is still obviously inferior to the other party.

"Being at a disadvantage in all aspects? What else could this be..." Nuo Lan scratched his hair in distress.

Although he had already comforted himself before the small practice started, the competition results were not important, the important thing was to test his gains these days.

But when such a real battle was right in front of him, the strong desire to win in his heart made him irritable.

Time will not stand still because of Nolan's troubles,

Before he could figure out the reason, two well-dressed students walked onto the field.

As a sharp whistle sounded,

The half-month training officially begins!

Nuolan's attention also shifted to the field.

"Sure enough, actual combat is different."

Watching the battle of the students on the field carefully, he sighed in his heart.

Compared with usual sparring, the two students on the stage were obviously more serious.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

The crisp sound that erupted when the wooden swords clashed continuously echoed in the room.

The movement of footsteps, the meeting of eyes, and even the shouting when exerting force...

The fighting on the field intensified.

Nuolan was particularly keen on this kind of spiritual perception. He could even faintly notice that just in the past few minutes, the heartbeats of the students around him were beating much faster.

He sat in the corner and looked at it very seriously,

Because Nuo Lan wanted to know where he was compared with these veterans with many years of kendo experience.

slowly,

As players come on and off one after another.

His eyes gradually lit up.

"Fortunately, at least they are still in the category of normal humans."

Due to the stereotype of the two-dimensional world, Nuolan was afraid that two ruthless men who could strike out with swords would suddenly appear on the field.

The result was naturally a sigh of relief.

At least for now, even the students who appear to be the strongest are only slightly stronger and more agile in movement.

Not too over the top.

Of course, even so, it would not be easy for Nuolan to defeat any student he saw.

Not to mention, his opponent is the most powerful "leader" in the class.

"well."

Sighing silently,

He sat cross-legged, cleared his mind, and gradually calmed down.

…

"No. 7! No. 7!"

Yusuke shouted loudly, and his voice spread throughout the audience.

"Nolan, it's your turn! Come on!"

Sato patted Nolan's back and extended his thumb with his other hand in a thumbs-up gesture, his eyes full of encouragement.

Nodding with a smile, Nuolan stood up slowly.

Immediately, a burst of cheers and cheers suddenly erupted from the field.

His expression remains unchanged,

Because he knows,

These voices do not belong to me.
To be continued...