After half a month of continuous physical strengthening, he moved on to martial technique training.
Ren Zhuo wisely chose the saber, and Bai Yujun was quite satisfied with that. Though swords were more popular and even carried titles like "gentleman," they required long years of accumulated experience before their power could be brought out. For beginners, an iron staff was more convenient for beating people. Sabers were different: quick to learn and fierce in power, they were most suited for young people in martial arts competitions.
Though it was called a martial arts competition, quite a few people did not hold back.
"Sir, have you taught any disciples before?"
"Disciples? I've only taken students, never disciples. There was one, a very, very long time ago. He was obedient and formidable."
"How formidable?"
"He became a great figure who commanded the armies of the Central Plains. Where he went afterward, I don't know. Maybe he abandoned his body and left this world. Stop talking. If you fail to finish your task, you'll be eating pig slop at noon."
Wearing a heavy iron garment, Ren Zhuo continuously swung his Ring-pommel Saber to chop firewood.
This Ring-pommel Saber was a palm wide, with a straight, slanted point. Its chopping power was astonishing, and it could also thrust forward. It suited Ren Zhuo, whose head was full of hatred. He only needed to master saber techniques to easily defeat those young people who chose swords. As the saying went, in the early stages of learning the sword, everyone but geniuses was merely putting on a show. As for the future... only ghosts knew whether there would even be a future.
Recently, no one had come to seek death. A certain flood dragon was feeling rather pleased with herself.
"Ah, invincibility is so~ so lonely~"