"I'm your military training instructor. My surname is Zhao. You can call me Old Zhao or Instructor Zhao."
On the morning of September 1, the summer heat had yet to fully fade, and the sun hung high overhead.
Su Yuan and his classmates stood in formation on the sports field.
Before them stood a broad-shouldered middle-aged man in military uniform, a massive, door-slab-sized greatsword strapped to his back. His expression was stern as he addressed them.
Su Yuan hadn't expected Evil Slaying University to have military training.
He just couldn't imagine what kind of training could be useful to a dignified Foundation Establishment Ancestor like him.
Standing at attention? Folding military blankets? Running drills? Surprise inspections at night? Or maybe practicing marksmanship?
None of it would be remotely difficult.
But Su Yuan soon realized that the military training at Evil Slaying University only shared a name with the training he'd known in his previous life.
"A Sword Cultivator must have backbone!"
Instructor Zhao's voice rang out.
"There are fifty-nine freshmen present. You're the cream of the crop, selected from every department."
"According to True Lord Zhan Yuan, the newly ascended Nascent Soul, all of your Potential Indexes are above 3.0."
After a pause, Instructor Zhao continued in a cold voice:
"But I don't believe in this so-called Potential Index."
"Some of you are peerless geniuses with a Potential Index of 10.0 or even higher. But so what?"
"If you've never been on a real battlefield, never experienced bloody slaughter or the scheming of your enemies, then no matter how great your potential is, you'll never realize it."
"A greenhouse can't raise real soldiers. From this moment on, you're my troops! For the next twenty days, you'll follow my orders in everything!"
"Next, I'll take you into the Absolute Sword World,