When Lin Nian ran to the class location, the classroom was already full of people, and everyone was not too surprised to see Lin Nian come in, after all, they were all familiar faces after a few days of class, and Lin Nian also recognized the names of several students, but the only one who had the best relationship and could basically speak every day was Caesar Gattuso.

The classroom of the cold weapons course is a relatively wide enough to accommodate a hundred people, the wooden floor is wiped to the surface, people must first take off their shoes if they want to step on it, the light emitted by the hanging lamp in the corner of the ceiling above the head is a mild and non-dazzling white light, there is a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall in front of it, on it is a cursive 'Dao' word, Lin Nian is quite familiar with this environment, this classroom environment is no different from the kendo hall of the Children's Palace.

Caesar saw Lin Nian who walked in and bowed slightly, Lin Nian also nodded and said hello, and walked to his side to talk: "Morning, why are you here so early today?" Usually you come here by stepping on the spot. ”

"Because there's bad news." Caesar crossed his hands and looked at the empty ashram, and the wall not far away was replaced by a huge mirror, reflecting everyone's every move.

"The bad news? What's the bad news, do you want to take an exam? Lin Nian bent down and straightened his socks, and jumped lightly twice to try to grip the ground.

"No, it's just something else, if I'm not mistaken, this is your first time taking a cold weapons class, right?" Caesar looked at Lin Nian, who was half a head shorter than him, and asked.

"yes, what, is the class difficult?" Lin Nian stopped warming up.

"It's not difficult, it's basically the instructor to demonstrate how to use some cold weapons in actual combat moves, and then let the students practice in pairs after gradually splitting the movements, and finally every student goes to the instructor to practice once before the class is over."

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

"Short dagger fighting, pace, rhythm and distance control, and finally a demonstration of empty-handed snatching a knife or something." Caesar gestured to a wooden shelf in a nearby corner, on which were placed a number of weapons made of rubber, ranging from daggers to daggers, bamboo swords to nunchucks.

"Practical?" Lin Nian asked curiously.

"Mixed-race breeds are born with stronger motor nerves and reflexes than ordinary people, don't you see girls in the gym who are competing for flying dunks and bullfighting caps?" Caesar said: "If it is better for ordinary people to run or find weapons when they encounter an enemy with a sword, but a half-breed can use the advantage of physical fitness and technical training to achieve extraordinary results." ”

"And what was the bad news you said earlier?" Lin Nian glanced around, it was almost class time, but he didn't see any instructors coming in.

"This bad news is not for everyone, but only for me and you." Caesar hugged his arms and moved his muscles: "The usual teachers are the retired Navy SEALs from the school engineering department, but today I heard that they brought a temporary instructor to teach us. ”

"Temporary faculty?" Lin Nian couldn't think of anyone who was more familiar with cold weapons than the group of fierce men from the school engineering department who had been Navy SEALs, and any one of those strong men could be directly qualified for the shooting of the T-800 in the Terminator.

"It has something to do with the lessons we had in this lesson, the last lesson we learned short dagger fighting, and the last lesson was sticks, and this lesson... We learn kendo. ”

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

"The bad news is that the temporary instructor they're looking for is the head of the kendo department of the student union, guess who?"

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

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

"Headmaster?" Most of the people in the classroom let out a chord of amazement.

Hilbert Jean Angers walked into the crowd with a smile on his face and a cuff on his wrist: "It seems that you don't welcome me?" ”

Everyone shook their heads like rattles, and some of the female students even covered their mouths to avoid screaming out of gaffes, and Ange's reputation in this academy was so high that he was as sought after and revered as a star.

"Brother Caesar, it looks like you're inaccurate." Lin Nian bumped Caesar with his elbow.

"I can't go wrong with one message." Caesar gestured to Lin Nian to look at the door of the gym, where there was a boy who walked in quietly and was slipping his shoes and adjusting his socks, that person was Miyamoto Isshin, the head of the kendo department that Lin Nian had seen during the banquet in the Ample Pavilion.

"I heard that today's class is kendo, so I temporarily changed my itinerary to teach a lesson to the freshmen." Ange glanced at all the students in school uniforms: "The purpose of the Kassel Academy is to provide the best teachers and teaching conditions, and there is probably no one in the academy who is more qualified to teach you kendo than me." ”

"The headmaster knows kendo?" Lin Nian was a little surprised.

"Not to mention, look at his wrists." Caesar whispered.

Lin Nian looked at the front of the crowd and was stunned, on the wrist of Ange rolling up the cuffs, what he saw was not a watch or a gold bracelet or anything, but a colorful tattoo, no doubt it was a part of a large area of tattoos.

"Hell, the headmaster messed up the underworld?" Lin Nian also lowered his voice.

"Authentic Japanese underworld, when I first came to the school, I was interested in checking the resume of the principal of Angers, the principal is more than 130 years old, when the US military landed in Japan, the principal was the first to set foot on the Japanese territory on the warship, where the principal made a strong kendo friend Dansheng Iwado Sai, the two studied Miyamoto Musashi's 'two days first-class' swordsmanship, and by the way, they established a Japanese branch, and passed the formal kendo trial before returning to the United States to obtain the nickname of 'Jubanda'."

"'Juban fight'? Are you mistaken? The Headmaster is still a Juggernaut? Lin Nian couldn't help but feel a chill on his cheeks.

"It's 'ten hits', at that time there was no kendo examination in Japan, and the graduation trial was to fight one or a lot, and at that time, the sword master in the field of Japanese kendo was at most 'one dozen five', 'one dozen seven', but the principal hit ten, and there was no injury." Caesar's gaze fell on Ange through the crowd: "This year's headmaster is more than one hundred and thirty years old, and it was probably a few decades ago when he obtained the Sword Saint Ya, Japanese kendo has always had a saying that the older you get, the more demonic you are, you say that the current headmaster can 'fight several times'?" ”

"Although the kendo exam requires an age requirement, the principal has reached this realm, and the 'few fights' have nothing to do with age, right?" Lin Nian imagined himself standing alone in the center of the empty gym, surrounded by ten enemies armed with real knives, when the offensive was launched, he might be able to hold three or four knives, but the next moment he would have to be chopped into meat sauce by the other six or seven knives.

"Ordinary people can't do it doesn't mean that half-breeds can't do it, not to mention Hilbert Jean Angers, who is known as a natural dragon slayer, the principal is very strong, very strong, so whether it is a freshman, sophomore, or junior in the college, or the commissioner of the executive department is very convinced of him, and the only thing that can be thought of when mentioning the principal is the word "invincible". Caesar whispered.

"Hey, what a."

"Awesome?"

"Chinese slang for the meaning of powerful."

"The headmaster is really awesome." Caesar nodded in agreement.

"That's awesome." Lin Nian also nodded, and suddenly he reacted to something: "Wait, Caesar, did you just say that there is a link in the cold weapons class that is to practice with the teacher?" ”

"Yes, that's right."

Lin Nian glanced sideways at Caesar and found that the other party was also looking at him, and the emotions in the eyes of the two were surprisingly consistent, and they were both uncontrollable eagerness!

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Ange, who is known as the strongest half-blood, is in front of him, and he has to find a chance to beat the old sword master of the principal once in this class!