Chapter 39 Class



Professor Lin's teaching skills are excellent. Even boring textbook knowledge is explained vividly by him, and he also intersperses some interesting anecdotes, making it very interesting.

University classes are very long, sometimes lasting until noon.

Professor Lin took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and announced the end of get out of class with a kind expression.

——

Jiang Wuyuan met up with Huo Ling and went to have lunch.

Although not eating for a period of time has no effect after one's cultivation reaches the Martial Master level, with the progress of the times, not only technology has developed, but also food has evolved.

It's no wonder that China is called the Dragon Kingdom; it truly deserves to be called a culinary superpower.

Even someone like Jiang Wuyuan, who doesn't have a strong appetite, couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food.

"Practical training is really tiring," Huo Ling complained to Jiang Wuyuan while frantically eating. "Oh right, you haven't taken any practical training classes yet."

Jiang Wuyuan was indeed curious about the practical training: "What did you all do?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Ling revealed a meaningful smile: "Young man, you should go and experience it for yourself!"

Jiang Wuyuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat expectant.

......

The practical training sessions were held in a dedicated training room in the mission building.

Jiang Wuyuan looked around at the equipment, which seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

It was a training machine I had never seen before.

As Linghua entered the training room with the school bell ringing, she heard many discussions about the equipment.

She smiled slightly, not interrupting the students' curiosity.

"I am your practical course professor, Ling Hua." Ling Hua glanced around, his immense mental energy spreading out. "I'm glad no one is late for my class. I hope you all continue to maintain this."

“I believe everyone has their own personal data on their identity bracelet.” Ling Hua raised his bracelet. “However, data is one thing, and how much of it you can utilize is another.”

Therefore, the first step in our practical course is to train your own numerical values, enabling you to control your power to the greatest extent possible. During the entire training session, no one may use any skills.

An uproar erupted in the audience.

They had never experienced this kind of training before.

"Today's main training focus is on speed. Now, let me select a lucky student to give you a demonstration." Ling Hua's dashing face revealed a smile with a hint of amusement.

Her gaze swept across the room, and wherever her eyes fell, the students lowered their heads to avoid making eye contact with Ling Hua, fearing that the lucky student's spot would fall into their laps.

Although you have to train sooner or later, at least don't be the one to stick your neck out.

Jiang Wuyuan didn't care about who went first or last, so he calmly met Ling Hua's gaze.

Ling Hua raised an eyebrow, ignoring him completely, and turned her gaze to Shen Cheng: "Shen Cheng? I remember that's your name, a sword cultivator known as a genius by the outside world. Come up, you've been chosen."

After speaking, Ling Hua glanced sharply at the students who breathed a sigh of relief: "If this is how you retreat, I think you might as well go home and farm. Standing here is a waste of the Zhan Tian Academy's investment in you, you cowards."

Just then, Shen Cheng walked up to Ling Hua and stood in front of her. Ling Hua turned to him and pointed to the changing room in the corner of the training room: "Change out of your school uniform and don't wear your combat uniform. Just find a regular tracksuit to wear."

"Yes," Shen Cheng replied, and walked over with high spirits.

"You all remember this too: don't wear school uniforms or combat uniforms to the practical training classes from now on." Ling Hua glanced at the students present, then waited quietly for Shen Cheng.

Soon, Shen Cheng changed into a set of ordinary black sportswear and came out, standing next to the machine as Ling Hua had requested.

"It will first detect your speed value and set the level according to your strength."

Ling Hua started the machine and had Shen Cheng scan the bracelet on it: "Don't worry, the specific values ​​are absolutely confidential."

Shen Cheng didn't pay attention to this because he felt a pang of heart palpitation the moment the machine started.

The next second, three laser beams shot out simultaneously from the machine's transmitter, aimed directly at Chen Cheng's body.

Shen Cheng's pupils contracted slightly, and he quickly dodged.

However, perhaps because everything happened so suddenly, Shen Cheng was unable to find the correct escape route in time.

One of the laser beams grazed his arm, tearing his tracksuit and leaving a shallow but deep bloodstain.

Shen Cheng frowned, remaining silent as he warily watched the blue light on the machine.

Sure enough, as time went by, more and more lasers were emitted, forcing Chen Cheng to dart around in the space within the machine's range.

Without the ability to use skills, all weaknesses become apparent.

Seeing Shen Cheng's disheveled state, the students present all watched this scene with solemn expressions.

Of course they knew who Shen Cheng was; after all, Shen Cheng was much more famous than Jiang Wuyuan, the hidden top scorer in the national college entrance examination.

His reputation as a genius swordsman was widely known.

If Shen Cheng reacts this way to training machines, they probably aren't much better off.

Several students who excelled at speed smirked smugly, planning to surprise everyone with a move later.

Ten minutes later, the blue light on the machine's transmitter slowly disappeared, and a number appeared on the screen—57 percent.

"I only dodged 57 percent of the attacks." Ling Hua gave a meaningful smile and glanced at Shen Cheng, who was lying on the ground.

At this moment, Shen Cheng's clothes were tattered and hanging on his body, and his healthy bronze skin was covered with several large and small bloodstains.

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