Duel Practice

After seventy years of development, the cultivation of Martial Way weapons had been divided into four realms.

The First Realm was Weapon Momentum.

Those who practiced boxing had Fist Momentum, those who practiced blades had Blade Momentum, and those who practiced swords naturally had Sword Momentum.

Upon reaching this realm, a faint pressure would emanate from anyone holding a weapon.

Their moves were no longer rigid actions. Every strike possessed its own soul and intent, allowing them to move as they wished and unleash all their strength.

Students who reached this realm in their senior year of high school had almost all begun cultivating from a young age, and they also needed sufficient talent.

Ma Mingyu naturally knew Xu Ziming's background.

His father had gone to the front lines and never returned, while his mother had no job. It was already extremely difficult for her to support his studies in the martial arts program alone.

Not to mention that he had a younger sister at home.

That meant he could not have come into contact with cultivation from a young age.

If so, then there was only one possibility: he was a genius!

A glint suddenly flashed through Ma Mingyu's eyes.

With talent like this, there was no way he, as a teacher, could let it pass by. If he did not personally train him, he would surely regret it.

"Time's up. Free sparring begins!"

The moment he finished speaking, he stepped forward. His body flickered slightly in midair, and he instantly appeared before Xu Ziming.

All the students were stunned, including Xu Ziming.

Ma Mingyu ignored everyone else, his gaze fixed firmly on Xu Ziming.

"Your swordsmanship has already reached a new level, but..."

"A true Martial Artist needs to be tempered through real combat. Come spar with me!"

As he spoke, Ma Mingyu's aura steadily dropped, until his Life Energy Level became exactly the same as Xu Ziming's.

Both were 3.0.

That was the advantage of the Virtual Space. If one wanted to purely exchange martial techniques, they could adjust their Life Energy Level to match their opponent's.

But ripples appeared on Ma Mingyu's face again.

If he remembered correctly, Xu Ziming's First Mock Exam score had been 2.3. Yet after one month of winter break, he had actually reached 3.0.

A smile spread across his face. Silver light flashed in his hand, and a Type 1 Psionic Sword appeared in his grasp.

The entire classroom instantly erupted in thunderous noise, and the atmosphere was completely ignited.

"Holy shit! The homeroom teacher is personally doing combat training with Xu Ziming!?"

"The homeroom teacher's Life Energy Level seems to be the same as Xu Ziming's now!"

"Teacher Ma uses a sword too. I heard that back in the army, he killed over a hundred Martial Artist-level alien races by himself with a single sword!"

Seeing this, several of the top students in the class gradually turned solemn as well.

They understood very clearly what it meant for their homeroom teacher to personally step in for a spar.

It was undoubtedly a form of recognition.

After all, at Pengcheng No. 3 High School, the most mysterious person was the Teacher Ma standing before them.

No one knew what he had experienced on the battlefield. Even the principal treated him with great respect.

There were even rumors that his strength ranked among the very best in all of Pengcheng, but that he had suffered lingering injuries and been forced to retire from the front lines to become a Martial Way teacher.

If Ma Mingyu truly took a liking to someone and passed down his swordsmanship, their future would be limitless!

Since coming to Pengcheng No. 3 High School, Ma Mingyu had never sparred with a single student.

Not even the few top students in the class.

For a moment, all kinds of emotions spread through the crowd—jealousy, unwillingness, and more.

But no matter what anyone thought, this battle was about to begin.

At the center of the classroom, Xu Ziming tightly gripped the Psionic Sword in his hand.

His heart pounded wildly, and a few faint beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

He could feel that Ma Mingyu's state had completely changed. He was no longer the usual Martial Way teacher, stern yet somewhat gentle.

He was now a longsword brimming with killing intent.

"Are you ready?"

Determination shone in Xu Ziming's eyes, and his grip on the sword tightened further.

"Please instruct me, Teacher!"

The moment he finished speaking, Ma Mingyu moved!

Without the slightest wasted motion, Ma Mingyu raised his sword and took a step forward.

The longsword carried boundless killing intent, its blade aimed directly at Xu Ziming's throat.

This strike seemed to contain decades of mastery, bringing speed, precision, and ruthlessness to their utmost limits!

Every student watching held their breath, not even daring to swallow.

They could already picture Xu Ziming being pierced by that sword, turning into a cluster of data light and exiting the classroom.

Yet at the instant the sword light was about to touch his skin.

Xu Ziming moved. The sword in his hand was like a nimble serpent, tracing a strange arc through the air before colliding perfectly with Ma Mingyu's blade.

With a bang, sparks burst from the point where the two swords met.

The tremendous collision made the entire classroom seem even quieter!

Xu Ziming staggered several steps back, while Ma Mingyu remained where he was.

But he had blocked it!

Xu Ziming had openly blocked Ma Mingyu's attack.

At that moment, the students erupted into thunderous shouts, tearing apart the silence.

"No way! I couldn't even see it clearly, and Xu Ziming actually blocked it!?"

"How are his reactions so fast?"

Yet Xu Ziming was somewhat disappointed.

That clash had instantly made him realize just how vast the gap between them was.

If this had been on the battlefield, the moment he retreated those few steps, Teacher Ma could have pressed his advantage and killed him long ago.

But Teacher Ma did not continue his attack.

As though that strike had merely been a probe.

And that was indeed the case. That seemingly simple strike contained a hidden force; an ordinary student would likely have been sent flying.

Yet Xu Ziming had taken it steadily, only retreating two steps.

In Ma Mingyu's eyes, that was what counted as interesting.

"Again!"

Ma Mingyu shouted. His figure moved like a ghost, and within a few breaths, he had appeared before Xu Ziming once more.

His originally forceful swordsmanship had become much softer now, but in exchange, it gained endless variations.

Even Xu Ziming could not see through it clearly.

Every one of Ma Mingyu's moves was like a venomous snake that had waited for a long time in the rainforest, targeting the enemy's vital points for a single lethal strike.

This was killing swordsmanship, true killing moves forged through more than a decade of tempering on the battlefield.

This swordsmanship had only one purpose: to kill, to kill every alien race!

Now, that swordsmanship poured forth like a raging storm, its target Xu Ziming.

Facing such a storm-like assault, Xu Ziming could only push his own swordsmanship to its limits.

With the help of the Natural Sword Bone, he felt himself adapting faster and faster.

At first, he would still miss one or two strikes and get pierced, but after fighting for several minutes, he was able to perfectly receive every attack.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The dense sounds of weapons colliding fell like raindrops, ringing without end.

Xu Ziming's figure continuously darted and shifted amid the sword light, the longsword in his hand precisely meeting every one of Ma Mingyu's attacks.

He had completely immersed both body and mind in the fight. At this moment, his sword was an impenetrable shield!

Not a single drop could get through.