The unsharpened blade felt like a heavy plate; the force of such a swing was beyond what an ordinary person could withstand. A hit on a vulnerable spot would likely send someone flying, bones broken, and in more serious cases, damage to the lungs or head. Adela showed no mercy; if this teacher couldn't even withstand her own attack, she was incapable of teaching.
The students below were even more nervous than the two on stage, and their hearts tightened when they heard the sonic boom.
Adela's body hadn't arrived yet, but the long broadsword had already reached her, only a tiny distance from September's head. It seemed to have already brushed against her hair and was about to smash into her face unexpectedly. If it hit her hard, September's cheekbone would definitely be fractured and her face would be directly sunken in!
At the critical moment, September slightly shifted her head—a movement so minute it was almost imperceptible, like tilting her head or bending her waist slightly after waking up from a nap! Yet the broadsword still grazed her face as it sliced through!
Seeing this, Luo Xiaoli even doubted whether September's cheek had actually touched the cold blade of the broadsword.
Adela swung her broadsword in a perfect arc, but that wasn't all. She made an extremely strange move, like pulling back a runaway horse, forcefully stopping the momentum of the sword's swing.
You have to understand that she can easily swing the knife by its own weight, but when you add the force of inertia, it becomes something that most people can't control.
It seemed that Adela had endured unimaginable pressure in those few seconds. Her muscles tensed instantly, the tight fabric on her arms bulged out, and her facial expression became ferocious, baring her teeth!
At the same time, a suppressed roar came from his throat!
After freezing his weapon in mid-air, he slashed down in another direction!
The target was September's head!
From this angle, the blade of the broadsword was aimed directly at the bridge of her nose, delivering an extremely powerful downward slash!
Adela's claim that she could use a knife was absolutely true. The knife skills passed down from the cold North emphasized large, sweeping movements and using momentum to counter momentum. Without defense, the offensive would only become more and more turbulent like a wave until the opponent was exhausted or was hit.
But every strike was aimed at a vital point.
Even if a wolf were to be slashed, its skull would likely shatter instantly, and its brains would splatter everywhere.
If you use a little more force, it will split in two, cracking open from the middle.
In September, she flicked her wrist, swung the demon sword, and braced Murasame against her shoulder. Perhaps because she had lost an arm, it would be too risky to block such a powerful attack with one hand, so she chose to turn her head to the side and use her shoulder to support the sword and distribute the weight. However, her fragile frame seemed unable to bear the weight at all.
"Clang!"
The crisp sound of clashing cold weapons echoed throughout the room, making people's ears ring and their heads buzz.
The scene of September being injured, as imagined, did not occur. Instead, Adela cried out in pain, and the broadsword slipped from her hand and flew to the other side. The demon sword remained firmly hanging on her shoulder, and September's expression did not change much, remaining as calm as ever.
With a "thud," the knife fell to the ground, bounced up, and then fell down again.
In the field.
Adela staggered back two steps, her hands tingling and numb, as if she had lost all feeling. An expression of disbelief crossed her face, while the main hall remained silent.
Everyone, like him, stared blankly at September.
Sheathed the sword.
A light drizzle continued to fall outside, the raindrops dripping from the eaves and creating ripples in the puddles on the ground.
Adela was so shocked that she lowered her head. When she regained feeling in her hand, it stung with pain. The seam under her thumb was cracked, and bright red blood was seeping out.
The sounds of September reached the students' ears.
"In a real fight, a single move can be fatal; there are never many exchanges. So, you must know how to dodge attacks and react quickly—that's the first point. When faced with an unavoidable attack, you must learn to block, use the opponent's momentum against them, and learn to sense the airflow generated by the sword technique to make accurate judgments—that's the second point. Once you've mastered these two points, then learn how to attack. Pair up, one attacking and one defending. Now, let's begin practicing."
The students were stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly went to pick up their knives, no longer daring to underestimate their new teacher, the one-armed girl.
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