The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Chapter 150 Coach Assignment! Where's the Swordsman Team's coach? ? ?

"Sword Immortal, have some decency! I think you'd be better off getting a guaranteed admission. You shouldn't take the test anymore, otherwise we'll be too discouraged. Comparison is the thief of joy! I remember you weren't this fast last time!"

Huang Shaotian exclaimed helplessly. He had thought he could already inhale Mo Qian's exhaust fumes, but reality told him that surpassing Mo Qian was basically a matter for the next life. Right now, Mo Qian was undoubtedly the king of hand speed and the king of swordsmen.
"I'm just here for fun. You're welcome to challenge me to a duel anytime—if you beat me, you'll get a guaranteed spot in the college entrance exam!"

Mo Qian was like a devil, tempting all the contestants, while the other contestants merely rolled their eyes at him.
Going to challenge a sword immortal now is practically courting death. Huang Shaotian is making this clear: if anyone can defeat Mo Qian, Huang Shaotian will call him "daddy."

But to everyone's surprise, a young man with blond hair came over. When everyone looked closely, they realized it was Sun Xiang.

Sun Xiang is much more obedient now, but his direct approach towards Mo Qian clearly shows that he has feelings for Mo Qian; otherwise, he wouldn't have come out.

"I'd like to try it, is that okay?"

To Huang Shaotian's surprise, Sun Xiang actually used honorifics. Was he dreaming?
"Hey, Lao Han, hit me, let me see if this is really a dream?"

Although Han Wenqing found Huang Shaotian's request a bit strange, he still directly and "lightly" punched Huang Shaotian!
"I!!!"

Huang Shaotian suddenly collapsed, still in some pain. The main reason was that he was extremely untrained; otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to withstand Han Wenqing's casual punch.

"It's confirmed, this is definitely not a dream, but Lao Han, you'd better be gentle."

Huang Shaotian got up after resting for a while. Fortunately, Han Wenqing knew just how poor Huang Shaotian's physical condition was, and that he was holding back.

"Okay, are you ready?"

Mo Qian's impression of Sun Xiang was simply that he was a slightly arrogant blond guy. It must be said, however, that Sun Xiang was quite honest. If you were stronger than him, Sun Xiang naturally wouldn't be arrogant in your presence. After being repeatedly beaten by countless strong opponents, Sun Xiang finally understood and learned the true meaning of respect.
"Ready!"

Game start!
Five minutes later,
competition is over!

Huang Shaotian shook his head and continued with the test. It was faster than going to the toilet; what was the point of looking at it? He couldn't see anything!

However, one thing is clear: Sun Xiang seems to have matured, and Mo Qian's strength has naturally increased as well; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to defeat the improved Sun Xiang.

"I didn't expect it to be this strong!"

Sun Xiang was clearly feeling utterly defeated and, in despair, continued with the remaining tests.

Mo Qian looked at all the professional players who had watched the entire match with a grin and said:

"Um, is anyone else here? Don't worry, I'll be quick." Before Mo Qian could finish speaking, all the professional players dispersed.
"Hey, hey—let's go, let's go, what's the point of fighting here—"

"I thought we could have a chance with sheer numbers, but it's one person every five minutes. What am I supposed to do? I'd better just go and test it out properly—"

"Now I know why this person got a guaranteed admission. If he hadn't been guaranteed admission, were they going to have him compete with us?!"

Mo Qian waved his hand, thinking helplessly to himself:

The current professional players are so lacking in drive; I wanted to try picking everyone here myself—

This is not an exaggeration; Mo Qian is currently the strongest active professional player in China, and there is no room for argument against that.

Even if Ye Xiu came, he could only manage a draw against Mo Qian at best, but Mo Qian would still win more often.

This is no joke. After their weapons evolved, Mo Qian and Ye Xiu engaged in intense daily battles. After hundreds of matches, Ye Xiu was surprised to find that he was losing more often than not. Mo Qian was no longer afraid of Ye Xiu's unspecialized character.
Mo Qian's lightning-fast reflexes meant he wasn't afraid of Ye Xiu suddenly changing his tactics. He had already thoroughly studied many of the unspecialized character's skills. Mo Qian's experience, combined with his reaction time and execution, constituted raw power—something that couldn't be improved in a day or two. While Ye Xiu could suppress him with experience, he was suppressed in terms of execution.
"Do you think it's a bit inappropriate for us to put this big demon king in, Ye Shen?"

A retired professional player asked Ye Xiu about Mo Qian, who was still following behind all the other players, occasionally visiting the Knights team and then the Swordsmen team, essentially becoming a loafer of the training camp.
"Hmm—I think it's still okay to let him in. Mo Qian's existence is like a wolf among sheep, or a mudfish mixed into a fishpond. Mo Qian's existence can bring out the potential of the contestants, and you need to know that."

Yu Wenzhou knew Mo Qian's strength all too well, and he also knew that Huang Shaotian and many other contestants had a playful mentality. If there wasn't someone to push them to their potential or to keep an eye on them, Huang Shaotian was very likely to let himself go.

As for Han Wenqing, he belongs to the boxing team and can only manage that particular boxing team. Therefore, Mo Qian is still needed to take over as the street thug.
"Alright, it's our turn to go on stage. Let's go, coaches! The test is complete!"

The coach will appear when everyone has finished their tests.
The various professions were divided into teams, and each profession's team had at least three coaches.
"Hey! Isn't that Old Xu? Is Grinding King going to be your coach?!"

"And there's more! Many other strong professional players have retired!"

"But what about the Swordsmen's coach?"

Some people noticed that the Swordsmen's team coach doesn't seem to be present—does this mean the Swordsmen's team doesn't have a coach?

"Of course it's me! I'm not only the starting player, but also the coach of the Swordsmen team!"

Mo Qian arrived late as he walked out from the swordsmen's group. Mo Qian also served as the swordsmen's team coach, making them the only team with only one coach.

For the Swordsman Team, Mo Qian alone is enough as the coach.
"Are you ready to undergo my grueling training?"

(End of this chapter)