A Person in Honkai, with Bouncing Warehouse as a Cheat

"What do you mean 'scared of being trained'?"

He, Ren Yu, hadn't done anything like that!

"Yeah, yeah, he didn't just torment Nina until she foamed at the mouth, now he's set his sights on us, who can't even lift a chicken."

Ren Yu: "..."

This was getting more and more ridiculous.

"Is that so?"

Mei cast a questioning glance at Ren Yu.

The latter shrugged, spreading his hands:

"I was just sparring with them normally, I forgot to ease up on my strength."

The girl added with a smile:

"That's right, that's right. The assistant instructor's blocks alone made Nina's hands go numb, he showed no mercy at all. If it were us, one strike would probably break a bone."

"Mei, you're the last hope for our village!"

Mei fell silent.

She slowly walked over to the girl named Nina, looking thoughtfully at her slightly swollen palms.

While it wasn't a serious injury, it had clearly been caused by impact.

Injured by blocking?

She suddenly turned to look at Ren Yu on the stage.

So strong?

A look of curiosity suddenly appeared on Mei's face.

"Assistant instructor, if you don't mind, can I spar with you?"

On the stage, Ren Yu nodded indifferently.

"Come on, I don't mind."

Disciplining one person was still disciplining, and disciplining two was also disciplining. It was almost time for class to end anyway.

After receiving Ren Yu's permission, Mei walked to the weapon rack nearby, drew a practice sword, expertly flicked a sword flower, and bowed, "North Star One Sword Style, Raiden Mei, please guide me."

Her etiquette seemed very formal, showing Ren Yu ample respect.

Mei had learned the North Star One Sword Style from "Homu Swordsman" since childhood and had already shown exceptional swordsmanship talent. Now that she had encountered a master swordsman, it was natural for her to want to spar.

"..."

Ren Yu, however, fell silent.

So polite?

But what style did his count as?

The no-style style? The mind-following-the-sword style?

As he was thinking about what to name his swordsmanship, Mei below was still maintaining her polite posture—as if she would wait forever if Ren Yu didn't reply.

Got it!

Ren Yu's eyes suddenly lit up. Mimicking the gestures he'd seen in movies from his previous life, he clasped his hands and said solemnly, "Casual Sword Sect, 25th generation successor, please guide me."

Chapter 11: Block, Block, Block

Casual Sword Sect?!

Mei was stunned.

She had never heard of this style. Was it a sect from Shenzhou?

But since Assistant Instructor Yang was so strong, he must be very formidable.

Instantly, Mei felt a sense of reverence for this unknown sect. After all, the education she had received since childhood was that the strong were to be respected.

She bowed slightly and replied, "Please guide me!"

It looked like she was really taking the bait!

A few minutes later.

"Hah!"

Mei held her practice sword, her cheeks flushed red, and let out continuous sharp cries, clearly putting her full strength into every strike.

The sounds of clashing wood echoed endlessly.

Two wooden swords, which had turned into afterimages, continuously collided.

One attacked, the other defended.

Thrust, slash, chop, sidestep, evade...

Mei poured her heart and soul into it.

However, no matter how she swung her sword, Ren Yu would mercilessly block it.

His wooden sword seemed to have eyes, always striking Mei's wooden sword with precision, neutralizing her moves and making her efforts in vain.

After a while, Mei started to get a little heated.

After clashing a few more times, a thought flashed through her mind, and she suddenly surged forward. With a flick of her wrist, her katana slashed diagonally at an unbelievable angle, its point aimed directly at Ren Yu's neck.

The power, angle, and timing were all superb!

This was a move she had poured all her energy, spirit, and focus into, a killing blow she had devised herself, seizing the momentary lapse in Ren Yu's guard. It was a brilliant technique that even her master, the Homu Swordsman, wouldn't dare to block head-on.

"Go, Mei!"