O'Brien College has a large area and is divided into different campuses according to age.

Among them, the first-year and second-year teenagers are all assigned to the "East Campus".

In different campuses, students have different levels of strength, and of course many training methods are also different.

The youngest of the first and second grade boys are no more than ten years old, and the older ones are no more than thirteen years old. Because they are weak, they cannot express their fighting spirit, and they do not need a large fighting venue for training.<

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Not far from Dormitory No. 821 on the East Campus, there is a venue with an area of ​​only more than 20 square meters.

The venue is very simple, with only a weapons rack and a barely human-shaped "target".

Opposite the target, a tough-looking young man is learning sword skills.

A wooden sword is waved.

Sword skills may be light, heavy, intense, or calm.

This kind of swordsmanship is naturally ordinary in the eyes of a true warrior master.

But in the hands of a ten-year-old boy, he can perform so many styles of swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship is impressive, which is definitely very good.

At least there was a hint of approval in Hogg's eyes. All in all, it had only been a few months since Wharton entered O'Brien College.

Wharton's sword skills have improved a lot compared to when he left Wushan Town.

Suddenly, Wharton seemed to feel something.

The light of the sword in his hand retracted, and then he instinctively turned his head in a certain direction.

Then, he saw his father and mother.

Little Wharton was a little surprised. He blinked hard and opened his eyes carefully, as if to identify whether it was his hallucination.

When he really saw the majestic father and gentle mother clearly, he ran to Hogg's side regardless of the situation. Like a baby swallow returning to the forest, he threw himself into his mother's arms.

Hogg opened his arms and smiled. The smile on his face immediately stiffened.

Good boy, hug mom but not dad... The key is that your dad finally showed some emotion, this is too embarrassing!

Thinking of this, Hogg turned his head with a murderous look, but did not see Earl Hedda.

This guy may have left at an unknown time to avoid being murdered, or maybe he didn't want to disturb the Hogg family's reunion.

Hogg didn't pay attention, just watched the scene quietly, and then hugged his wife and children into his arms.

At this moment, his heart felt extremely peaceful.

As if a seed sprouted from within, exploration and artistic conception about life, family, and oneself emerged spontaneously.

However, at this moment, Hogg did not calm down to comprehend this mysterious thought, he was just enjoying the inner peace of this moment.

It seems like a moment, it seems like forever.

Suddenly, a wave of waves passed by Hogg, directly alarming Hogg and causing him to withdraw from this peaceful state of mind.

Almost instinctively, Hogg's soul power collided with this wave, and an "artistic conception" containing the continuous flow of life was integrated into the soul power.

There seemed to be two powerful forces colliding with each other in the void, causing violent vibrations. But all this only happened at the level of soul power.

If you were a ninth-level great mage, you might be able to detect it a little bit.

But O'Brien College does not have a ninth-level great mage, so the only ones who know all this are two saints.

Hogg frowned slightly.

"Is there a holy warrior in this O'Brien Academy? It seems that the power of the soul is not weaker than mine. Who is it? A disciple of the Martial God Sect?"

"Forget it, I'm just a parent who takes care of my children. Don't worry about other things." Hogg's thoughts turned around and he didn't think much about it.

In the south area of ​​O'Brien College, in a tall tower building, a man with long hair showed a shocked expression.

"Who is that person? It seems to be the parent of the student, but the power of his soul is obviously that of a saint, but I have never seen him... Could it be a new saint?

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"Would you like to meet me?" The man was obviously hesitant.

Being arranged by his master to take charge of O'Brien College, he is also responsible for the safety of the college. He is just a student parent, so he should not pose any threat to the college.

Well, probably not.

After all, O'Brien College is not too far from the Martial God Sect, not even farther than the Scarlet Flame City. Even if the teacher is in retreat, the senior brother can be dispatched at any time.

Even if a strong man from the Holy Realm went on a killing spree at O'Brien College, he would definitely not be able to escape.

As for a "class" of students, many ninth-level powerhouses will definitely be born, but the probability of birthing a holy realm powerhouse is infinitely close to 0.

No matter what force or individual it is, no one from the Sanctuary can be sent to sacrifice himself to deal with O'Brien College.

In this case, just pay attention and don’t pay too much attention.

The man thought for a while and came to the conclusion that "there is no need to care", and then he continued to dive in and began to understand the mysterious laws.

As for Hogg, he has already started a conversation between father and son.

Wharton was a little excited, but he suppressed his excitement, and then quietly told Hogg and Lina what happened in the academy.

Classmates, roommates, making friends, of course there are also conflicts.

Wharton is still just a child now.

Most of his roommates and classmates like him are not very old and are just children.

But the child will grow up quickly.

Young children are actually well protected by the system of this college.

But when they grow up a little, they will also be involved in various fighting battles. Especially in top colleges like O'Brien College.

The fights among senior students are more severe than the fights in the outside world.

However, Hogg is confident that his child will find his place in future battles and become a truly strong person.

After thinking about it, Hogg also handed a classic book to Wharton, which was the secret art of life that he had studied and studied.

Today, he is in a commanding position... He has gone back and reorganized the artistic conception of the rules of life, and created a sword technique with eighty-one sword moves.

Thirty-six moves are basic introductory moves, thirty-six moves are light-weight moves, and the last nine moves have the "power" realm of eight moves. The last move directly enters the mystery of the rules of life.

This set of sword skills is called "Eighty-one Styles of Vitality Circulation" and was taught to Wharton.

With this book, Wharton may be able to enter the realm of "potential" more quickly, and perhaps he may be able to enter the realm of mysterious laws.

This is a father’s expectation, and it is also a blood-related inheritance.

Suddenly, Hogg vaguely understood that this inheritance was also a mystery of life imprinted in blood and thoughts.
Chapter completed!