Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Next, Mo Xie began to teach Hua Yuezhu the "Evil Emperor Sword Technique" step by step, but only the first few moves.

He's not some great philanthropist. Although the two address each other as brother and sister, it doesn't mean he has to give up everything and act like a sucker.

Helping Hua Yuezhu serves two purposes: first, to quell previous misunderstandings and dissatisfaction; and second, to improve one's favorability, since having more connections means having more options.

Of course, even learning just a little bit of the first few moves of the "Evil Emperor's Sword Technique" would be enough to greatly benefit the other party.

Ultimately, Mo Xie's true purpose was to make her realize the essence of swordsmanship!

Once you grasp the essence of swordsmanship, it doesn't matter whether it's one of the first few moves of the "Evil Emperor's Sword Technique".

For more than an hour that evening, Mo Xie led Hua Yuezhu in practicing the first three moves without stopping.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it's just the first three moves; he taught them very strictly, scrutinizing every detail and leaving no technique out.

For Hua Yuezhu, those past hour or so were a nightmare. If she hadn't gritted her teeth and persevered, she almost wouldn't have been able to withstand such intense training.

The reason for this is to take advantage of the fact that the other person still has the feeling of "intention" and quickly make her remember this state of mind to lay the groundwork for future training.

Finally, the long and arduous training came to a complete end. When Mo Xie said that today was the end, Hua Yuezhu collapsed to the ground.

Her red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet and fragrant, and she was panting heavily. Her beautiful eyes were full of exhaustion; she was clearly worn out.

At this moment, her slender arms were placed on the ground behind her, her head was tilted back, and her dark hair was a little messy, sticking slightly to her fair skin.

Beads of fragrant sweat appeared on her fair forehead, gradually sliding down her delicate cheeks and swan-like neck, quietly disappearing into the cleavage hidden beneath her clothes.

Because of her posture, her upper body was slightly bent backward, making her large and full breasts even firmer and creating a strong visual impact!
Below is her slender waist exposed to the air, delicate and boneless, with a slight contraction, which is very alluring.

One straight and slender leg lay flat on the ground, while the other was bent and stood upright on the ground, like a flawless work of art, making people want to play with it!
Hua Yuezhu was exhausted, her pupils were dilated, and she was covered in sweat. She was trying to adjust her breathing rhythm.

She had completely exhausted all her strength; her muscles ached, and she couldn't muster any strength in her limbs.

The rapier had already been thrown aside; there was no strength left to pick it up.

Although as a high-level mage, her physical abilities were certainly much stronger than most people, she still couldn't withstand such intense training.

After all, mages usually fight using magic, not close-quarters combat.

As one's cultivation level increases, one's physical fitness will also improve. However, this is only to enable a mage to protect themselves in critical moments, and does not mean that one must learn close combat.

The problem is that Mo Xie's training was truly inhuman, demonstrating what it means to train someone to death if you can't kill them!
At that moment, a fair arm and a bottle of mineral water appeared before my eyes.

Hua Yuezhu was slightly taken aback, then looked up and saw a handsome face with a gentle smile.

Perhaps it was because she had just finished strenuous exercise, but upon seeing the handsome face and warm smile before her, her heart involuntarily quickened, and her fair, rosy cheeks blushed even more.

Mo Xie walked over, took out a bottle of mineral water from his spatial ring, handed it to Hua Yuezhu, and said with a smile.

"Come on, have a drink of water."

Upon hearing this, Hua Yuezhu snapped out of her daze, quickly lowered her head slightly, and weakly accepted the bottled water from the other person's hand. The moment she saw the water, her beautiful eyes lit up, and she immediately opened the bottle and began gulping it down.

Because I drank too quickly, some water dripped from the corners of my mouth and quietly slid down my chest.

After drinking half a bottle of water in one go, Hua Yuezhu finally felt better, as if her soul had returned, and exhaled a breath.

After she calmed down, she looked up at Mo Xie and was surprised to find that he hadn't sweated at all and didn't even show any signs of fatigue. She said with a look of astonishment.

"Little...Little Xie brother...don't you...feel tired?"

Upon hearing this question, Mo Xie took a sip of water, looked at Hua Yuezhu who was weak all over and looked exhausted, and couldn't help but find it a bit funny. He then explained.

"I've been training at this intensity for about four or five years now, so this little bit of training doesn't tire me out at all."

Actually, there were some things he didn't say. Whether it was practicing swordsmanship or any kind of aerobic or strength training, the intensity was generally very high.

Based on the training we just did, it was just a warm-up, nothing difficult at all.

"So this is ah……"

Hua Yuezhu nodded in sudden realization, her gaze sweeping over Mo Xie's muscular physique, a strange light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

If that's the case, then it makes sense. Although the military's training intensity is also very high, I always felt that I was more tired when I was practicing swordsmanship just now.

Overall, it's acceptable, but Mo Xie kept nitpicking the details, demanding that every movement be perfect, like a machine.

As the two were chatting, footsteps gradually approached, and an untimely voice rang out.

"Hey, you over there, what's your name... Mo Xie, right?"

Hearing these hostile words, Mo Xie frowned and slowly turned around. He was slightly stunned when he saw the person who came.

Of course, he wasn't surprised because he knew the person, but because of the clothes the person was wearing.

The clothes the newcomer was wearing were ones I'd seen frequently these past few days; they were the uniforms of the Forbidden City Army!
However, the Forbidden City Army uniform this person was wearing was a bit different; it seemed to be a lower-spec version.

The newcomer was already standing three meters away from Mo Xie. He was a handsome young man with a neat short haircut, a tall and upright figure, and a uniform that suited him very well.

However, a defiant expression appeared on his face, and a hint of disdain, and... envy, flashed in his eyes!
Mo Xie glanced at the young man in front of her, pondered for a moment, and then asked in confusion.

"Who are you, and what do you want with me?"

"You don't need to know who I am. As for what's going on..."

The unruly youth stared intently at Mo Xie, as if trying to see through him. A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke coldly.

"I came to find you because I wanted to beat you up!" (End of Chapter)