The long corridor, closed walls and sporadic lights make the whole environment look particularly dim.

The cold atmosphere in the hall seemed to extend to the inside of the building. It was obviously a crowded afternoon, but Nuo Lan didn't see anyone along the way.

"Are you planning to close the museum altogether?"

He murmured in his mind.

In Nuo Lan's view, if a swordsmanship gym with such a high degree of commercialization suddenly dismissed students, it must be some kind of accident within the top management.

The so-called reason for "retreating to practice" is not reliable.

But the purpose of my trip is to take advantage of the last opportunity before leaving the gym, and try to learn one and a half moves from the gym leader's belly-cutting through a month and a half of practice.

Whatever happens next will have nothing to do with him.

Thinking about it, Nuolan unknowingly came to a wooden door at the end of the corridor.

He glanced at the nameplate "Xiong Jie" marked on the wooden door, sorted out his words in his mind, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Please come in."

With a bit of fatigue, the rich voice of a middle-aged man came from the door.

No longer hesitating, Nuolan pushed the door open and entered.

A simple office came into view.

Yusuke was still dressed in sportswear, sitting behind his desk with a thick stack of documents in front of him.

The furrowed brows and messy hairstyle seemed to indicate that the other person was not having a very smooth life recently.

Seeing Nolan in front of the door, Yusuke seemed very surprised, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Why are you here?" The frown eased slightly, "You were discharged from the hospital just a few days ago. How is your injury going?"

It seemed like it had been a long time since he had spoken to anyone. Yusuke was in a good mood when he saw Nolan.

"I'm telling you, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones." He put down the document in his hand, "You can't rely on your youth to push your body too hard. You have to take a good rest when you need it..."

"I want to take the month-end assessment."

Nolan stood in front of the desk and said bluntly.

Hearing this, Yusuke's voice paused.

He was silent, as if it took him a few seconds to digest what the other party meant.

He stared at Nuolan's right arm that was in plaster, and opened his mouth. When he was about to say something, he noticed the firm look in the other person's eyes.

"Why bother working so hard? As I said, you are still young and have a lot of time to waste. There is no need..."

Yusuke's words gradually weakened under Nolan's determined eyes.

Finally it turned into a long sigh.

Maybe it's because I'm getting older and I know there's no room for improvement.

Yusuke had a mentality of preferential treatment towards this talented disciple who had extraordinary swordsmanship skills and was obviously different from other students.

Even if the training class is about to be disbanded, he hopes that the other party can find a way to move forward.

For this reason, he is also willing to help push the other party.

"I understand." Yusuke had a worried look on his face, "It's just your hands..."

"It doesn't matter, I have a sense of proportion." Seeing the other party's agreement, Nuo Lan breathed a sigh of relief. "If I really can't hold on, I will take the initiative to admit defeat."

Although he said this, he knew it very well in his heart.

The opponents who had already fallen into defeat when they traveled through the last time were now faced with myself who had awakened the Haki of knowledge and knowledge and further improved her physical fitness.

Even if you give up one hand, there is no possibility of losing.

"Then you go back and get ready first, and meet at the training ground at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Seeing that the other party had no intention of forcing his body, Yusuke stopped trying to stop him.

"Okay, thank you, coach."

Nuolan thanked her and was about to say goodbye. Then she seemed to have thought of something and couldn't restrain her curiosity, so she asked:

"Coach, has anything happened in the gym recently? I see Sato and the others have left with their luggage, and there are far fewer people in the hall."

"It's nothing, it's just that the master plans to retreat to practice."

Even so, he saw a very obvious look of hesitation on Yusuke's face.

It seems... there is another hidden secret?

Nolan nodded thoughtfully.

Without asking any further questions, he exited the room.

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"Whoa!"

The simple wooden blade drew a perfect arc in the air, and accurately chopped on the armored elbow.

"ah!"

A numb and sore feeling immediately entered his brain, and he cried out in pain, and the figure in the sword gym training uniform fell to the ground.

"The battle is over! Nuolan wins!"

Panting and raising his head, Suzuki Yan looked at Nolan standing in front of him, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Why? It's only been half a month..."

Although he was defeated in a few rounds, he still felt that the opponent's strength and swordsmanship far exceeded half a month ago.

If the former can be explained by physical training, then the latter probably represents the opponent's extremely outstanding swordsmanship talent.

Even, just using one hand...

Suzuki Yan's eyes swept over the plaster on the opponent's arm, and his expression became even more disappointed.

Although I already had a premonition in my heart, I still would not be Nolan's opponent this time.

But he didn't expect that he would lose so cleanly and without any room for resistance.

"Is this the so-called genius..."

Suzuki Yan sighed in his heart and shook his head slightly.

Although there is still reluctance in my heart, what is more, it is emotion about the talent possessed by the other party.

The sound of Yusuke's verdict was echoing in his ears, and Nolan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The battle with Suzuki Yan that we just had was already half a month of practice, or the last round of the month-end assessment.

And after winning, he naturally got another opportunity to be personally coached by the head of the gym, Kapukiri.

During the battle, Nuolan always maintained a cautious attitude.

The awakening of Jianwense Haki has given him several times more fighting ability than before, but there is no guarantee that other students in the class will not encounter difficulties, especially in this one-punch world where weirdos are rampant and black technologies are abundant.

But fortunately, there were no accidents at the end of the morning.

It was easy to say that Nuolan had achieved victory after practicing for half a month.

In front of him, Suzuki Yan, who had just fallen to the ground under the blow of the wooden sword, had already stood up with difficulty.

The two stood in the middle of the field, bowing slightly towards each other to signify the end of the battle.

Nuolan put away the wooden sword and was just thinking about packing up the protective gear and preparing to pay a visit to Kaori.

But he saw Suzuki Hiko on the other side walking towards him.

"Congratulations."

He held a protective helmet in his right hand, and his words seemed hesitant, as if he was hesitating about what he should say next.

"But my personal suggestion is not to stay in this sword hall for too long. If you want to improve your swordsmanship, there are quite a few good seniors in City Z."

"Um?"

There seemed to be some rather obscure hints hidden in the other party's words, and Nuo Lan didn't understand them for a while.

Just when I was about to ask a few more questions, the other party was already heading towards the exit without looking back.

Frowning slightly, he suppressed the doubts in his heart.

No matter what the other party wants to express, or what changes will happen to the sword hall in the future, it actually has little to do with me.

After all, the advanced training class that Nuo Lan was in was about to be disbanded, and he himself planned to leave the sword hall directly after witnessing abdominal dissection.
Chapter completed!