Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 58 Teacher Jiang Fang

The welcome party was at 8 o'clock, and by 7:40 everyone had arrived. Each of the 24 trainees was a genius of this era.

Perhaps it was because there were people from the five major countries in the training camp that they were all very warm and friendly to Ning Ze.

"Ning Ze, you really made us proud today! You beat those Indian guys by 500 billion, which is an unprecedented achievement in the training camp!"

A handsome young man in his mid-twenties said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Lou, I actually just wanted to teach them a lesson, but they wanted to gamble with me," Ning Ze replied modestly.

"Hahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Ning Ze greeted each person one by one, with Zhao Ruo acting as the perfect introducer.

Finally, they came to a tall, thin young man who looked calm and confident.

"This is Zheng Che, the top-ranked senior in our training camp! He comes from Qinghai District in the Northwest Base City," Zhao Ruo introduced solemnly.

"Senior Brother Zheng."

"Junior Brother Ning."

Zheng Chedi had a faint smile on his lips as he kept scanning Ning Ze. He could still relax from the outside, but when he thought about Ning Ze's record, he felt immense pressure.

He made the fastest progress when he first arrived at the training camp. His former imperfections were transformed into perfection under various guidance. Ning Ze can now defeat Tia, and if he improves rapidly, he may even surpass him!

After a brief introduction, the banquet officially began.

Everyone raised their glasses in celebration, but Ning Ze's eyes held a conflicted expression, because he was holding a glass of wine in his hand.

He was no stranger to alcohol; he had drunk it when he was six years old, thanks to Ning Hua, but the memory wasn't pleasant.

The atmosphere was lively, and Ning Ze could only force a smile and drink the glass of wine. After finishing the glass, he felt slightly unwell.

One hour later.

Everyone came to Ning Ze for drinks... He wasn't used to it to begin with, and then he drank so much that he felt lightheaded and dizzy.

"Senior sister, when can we leave?"

Zhao Ruo's face was flushed and reeked of alcohol. "Come on, you probably can't leave now. The most important program hasn't even started yet!"

"The most important program?" Ning Ze felt a little strange. "What other important program is there?"

Zhao Ruo's eyes darted around, then she spotted a young man approaching. She gestured with her chin, "Look there, isn't he here? He's even a little stronger than Senior Brother Shi Jiang; he's currently in the top five of the training camp!"

Ning Ze turned around and saw a tall young man with a face as if carved by an axe and a knife walking over.

"Ningze!"

His voice was very cheerful and pleasant, which made people feel good about him.

"Senior Brother Chu Qiang," Ning Ze greeted with a smile.

Zhao Ruo smiled and said, "I didn't expect Senior Brother to be the first to come. Did you agree?"

Ning Ze became even more curious.

Chu Qiang laughed heartily and said boldly, "We men should naturally defend our country. Although it's the same everywhere, I prefer to be more direct."

Zhao Ruo shrugged, indicating that he could accept it. Martial artists have many choices, and he could accept joining any of them.

Chu Qiang turned around, his expression turning serious, and said in a low voice, "The Chinese military is very interested in you. Would you be interested in joining the military?"

Ning Ze was taken aback. This was the first invitation he had ever accepted, and he refused without hesitation. "I'm sorry, senior brother, I don't want to join any organization."

He hadn't forgotten that the Wang family had connections within the military region.

Hong is also a Chinese!

The martial arts schools he founded can now be opened all over the country!

If he had to choose, he would choose the martial arts school. The purpose of the martial arts school is for cultivation, not to get entangled in those restrictive matters.

"I also feel that my junior is more suited to the martial arts school. Keep it up!"

Chu Qiang was not surprised. Every large organization has made indelible contributions. Whether or not to join the military is simply a matter of choice, whether one is suitable for it or likes the environment. There is no moral coercion involved.

The status of the Limitless Martial Arts Academy is indisputable, and it is only natural and expected that Hong would choose to take the helm. However, what humanity needs are top-notch experts. The nature of the organization is different. The martial arts academy is more pure and has fewer trivial matters, allowing people to focus on cultivation.

That night, Ning Ze received five invitations.

One document came from the military, and the other two came from other organizations within China.

These three invitations alone prove that Ning Ze was right not to join the military.

As for the two invitations from the HR Alliance that followed, let's not even mention them; of course, he wouldn't choose to join.

……

Back at Jiangnan Pavilion, Ning Ze was in a daze. He realized that he had a low alcohol tolerance and was so drunk that he didn't even know what he was doing. The night passed by in a state between waking and waking.

The next day, he went to the wilderness to kill monsters as per the rules. He joined the training camp on the 29th, and today was the 30th. From now on, he could hunt monsters to earn battle points on even-numbered days of each month.

The month is coming to an end, with only the 30th and 31st left. To be fair, monster hunting is not allowed on the 31st. If it were February, it would be the 29th day, during which time people cannot go out.

He only has one chance to hunt monsters this month. The importance of battle points is self-evident; they determine the total score and, consequently, the ranking for the following month.

Ning Ze set off early in the morning, hunted monsters all day, and finally returned carrying three large bags full of materials.

The only difference is that now he needs to deal with the monster corpses himself. It's easier to do it with his mental energy, but he can't keep up with the number of times he does it. The universe's ability to restore mental energy is very poor, and he felt tired for the first time.

At 6:30 p.m., after selling the materials, he returned to Jiangnan Pavilion, where an extremely beautiful woman was waiting for him in the living room.

She was tall and had a cool, aloof air. Her full breasts, shapely hips, and slender waist accentuated her curves. Her purple training uniform was elegant and dignified, with a white peony in full bloom on her chest. The curved sword in her hand added to her mysterious and graceful appearance.

Ning Ze subconsciously glanced at her a couple more times and asked, "Are you the instructor?" This woman, who looked so mature, couldn't possibly be a student.

"My name is Jiang Fang." The woman in purple was alright when she didn't speak, but once she opened her mouth, she felt like a knife!

Cold! Domineering! Sharp!

It makes people hesitate to approach.

"For the next five years, I will be your direct mentor," Jiang Fang continued. "Currently, there are five students following me, and you are the sixth."

Ning Ze paused for a moment, then pondered before saying, "Mentor, I practice swordsmanship. Could my information be incorrect? I filled in my requirement as a major in swordsmanship and a minor in saber techniques."

"There's no mistake." Jiang Fang's voice was very cold. "I'm not proficient in swordsmanship, but your teacher said he couldn't teach you and recommended you to me, so I'm a little interested in you."

Ning Ze was momentarily stunned. Was he really that unpopular? Even a swordsmanship teacher wouldn't teach him?

What he didn't know was that during the party last night, the teachers also had a small get-together, and Wu Hao started chasing Zhang Ran in the middle of the banquet.

Reason for the pursuit: Zhang Ran revealed the secret of Wu Hao's defeat in the battle against the student, which enraged Wu Hao.

The end result was that all the sword-fighting instructors knew about Ning Ze's situation. Imagine how awkward it would be to teach a student you might not be able to beat.

That night, the task was assigned, and the teacher assigned to Ning Ze didn't sleep well. Early the next morning, he started asking each of the teachers who practiced swordsmanship. The process was very difficult, and he was about to despair. Fortunately, things took a turn for the better. With Wu Hao's encouragement, he found Jiang Fang.

He never expected that the female warrior he thought was least likely to agree would actually agree.

"Okay, teacher. My sword technique won't arrive until tomorrow. When can I learn from you?" He was also preparing to try out sword techniques, and having someone to teach him was the best thing ever.

Jiang Fang frowned. "The sword technique won't arrive until tomorrow?"

This is the base city of the headquarters of the Ultimate Martial Arts Academy. What can be delivered in more than an hour?

She didn't voice her doubts, but looked at Ning Ze with eager eyes and said, "I came here this time to test your strength and then arrange the later teaching tasks."

"Come on, let's go to the training room. Let me see your current strength. And... swordsmanship!"

After saying that, Jiang Fang walked towards the training room on her own, her posture quite domineering.

Ning Ze's eyelids twitched; he'd been assigned a task.

At the top of the stairs, Jiang Fang turned around gracefully, her brows furrowed, making her appear even more stern.

"Why aren't you leaving?"

"Does...you look down on me?"

As she said this, a cold glint flashed in Jiang Fang's eyes. Don't think you can bully her just because she's a woman! She was already secretly planning to teach Ning Ze a lesson, otherwise he would be hard to teach in the future!

"no."

Ning Ze quickly followed behind. He just felt a little awkward and strange studying with a female teacher.

Inside the meditation room.

Ning Ze and Jiang Fang stood facing each other, one holding a knife and the other a sword.

Ning Ze had already adjusted to his fighting stance. Although he had little experience fighting other women, once he started fighting, he didn't distinguish between men and women. Otherwise, Ning Qianqian wouldn't have been so eager to defeat him.

"Come on! Attack with all your might, let me see your strength!" Jiang Fang said coldly, then slowly added, "I will use strength and speed that do not exceed yours!"

Ning Ze did not speak, but stood calmly with his sword hanging on his back. His right hand was behind his back, gripping the hilt. The long sword was straight against his back, with a foot of silver-white blade protruding above his head.

Since it's a battle, the goal is naturally to defeat the opponent. He was analyzing the potential strength, habits, and fighting style of this teacher, Jiang Fang.

My gaze swept over those tall, slender legs. The long, graceful curves of the calves indicated that the muscles were strong and well-developed, giving them a rounded and powerful appearance. Clearly, this teacher was very skilled at maneuvering, and her attack methods were mainly agile and sharp.

That slightly relaxed stance was not a sign of laxity, but rather a combat habit. This teacher was capable of dealing with unexpected situations, and this relaxed stance was also a trap. Her speed must have been extremely fast, and she liked to defeat her enemies with lightning speed.

Jiang Fang frowned slightly, feeling impatient. As a widow, she could be considered to have had a life full of misfortunes. From the moment her husband died saving her while hunting in the wilderness, she stopped caring about matters of the heart and the struggle for power.

She may disregard emotions, but that doesn't mean she's oblivious to those gazes. Ning Ze hasn't been here long enough to know she also has a nickname, "Moon Witch." Being ruthless towards monsters alone isn't enough to be called a demon...

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Fang's eyes again, and she tightened her grip on the curved knife in her right hand.

But what she didn't know was that Ning Ze saw this action and his eyes lit up immediately.

The curved sword in his hand was slightly curled inward; it wasn't a single sword, but rather two thin curved blades joined together. Normally, there would be two curved swords, but now he was holding it with only one hand.

Ning Ze had a full understanding of his teacher's fighting style and had a plan to deal with it. He straightened his right wrist.

Behind him, a long sword above his head flashed with a silvery-white light, its blade tilted at a ninety-degree angle to the ground, the sword light drawing a fleeting fan shape.

From Jiang Fang's perspective, the area from Ning Ze's head to his hand level was filled with sword shadows, like half a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

Just as the sword light disappeared, Ning Ze suddenly sprang up and flew forward, his hands still behind his back, a posture that looked elegant and otherworldly.

Jiang Fang frowned, a hint of disgust rising in her heart. He was all show and no substance. She thought Ning Ze was deliberately flaunting himself in front of her. He was good-looking, but she wouldn't hold back.

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Fang's eyes. She turned the curved knife in her hand, the tip of the blade pointing forward. She was going to teach Ning Ze a lesson, the first thing she would teach him was to respect his teacher. He hadn't been there long, but his scheming was no less than that of the other senior students!

As Ning Ze approached, a slight smile appeared on his lips. He was certain; those were indeed two curved blades! He paused, then switched the longsword from his right hand to his left, positioning himself in the same spot as Jiang Fang.

The longsword thrust out, its cold light gleaming.

Jiang Fang found this action strange and became wary, simultaneously swinging her knife to meet the longsword.

"Ding!"

Jiang Fang cleaved the longsword in two with a single stroke, but in the next instant, she knew something was wrong. The sword and blade collided and bounced off, and the tip of the sword actually spun onto her blade and was already thrusting towards her.

Ning Ze spun his left arm half a circle, the tip of his sword pointing straight at his throat as he continued to thrust it out.

Jiang Fang stared at the longsword, turned and retreated, while suddenly pulling her arm back. The curved blade spun slightly and slashed upwards, like a crescent moon rising.

But the next moment, she cried out in her heart that something was wrong. Ning Ze's swordsmanship was even more skillful than she had thought. The longsword spun again, rotating half a circle along the edge of the crescent moon, but the tip of the sword was still pointing towards her throat.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Jiang Fang's forehead. A single twisting sword move directly evaded her defense. The move was truly divine. She could only continue to retreat, while simultaneously flicking her wrist to try and cut the longsword away.

At this moment, she secretly regretted that if she had known that this person was not an ordinary student, she should not have taught him as a new student. If she had both curved swords in her hands at the same time, her curved sword attacks could completely cover the area in front of her and directly block the long sword, without having to compete in swordsmanship.

"Snapped!"

The sound of flesh hitting the wall was very crisp.

Jiang Fang reached the very edge of the training room wall, her back and buttocks slamming against it with a thud. There was nowhere left to retreat, and the wall felt a little cold to the touch.

The scimitar was still in front of her, but a silver-white longsword pierced through the center of the scimitar, its tip hovering over her throat.

At that moment, Jiang Fang stared blankly at the handsome face in front of her.

She came to test her strength, but was defeated by the student in one move. She struggled weakly many times, but to no avail. For the first time, she felt so helpless and powerless, and even felt that she was a little clumsy...

Ning Ze slowly withdrew his longsword, twisted his wrist so the tip pointed downwards, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "Teacher, you are too kind." Unconsciously, a smile appeared on his face, the expression of someone who had won a battle against his sister.

Jiang Fang felt particularly constrained by that smile. She put down the curved knife in her hand and hid it behind her back. Feeling that it was a bit inappropriate to put her hands behind her back, as it did not suit her temperament and style, she put it in front of her again.

She glanced around furtively, then raised her hand to tidy her hair to hide her embarrassment. "You're very strong. I'll teach you swordsmanship tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and left. His words no longer carried the domineering and fierce air of before. His hurried steps seemed even a little hesitant, unlike his previous decisive and efficient manner.

As Jiang Fang stepped out of the training room, her complexion visibly rosy, and she became breathtakingly beautiful.

This is so embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing.

She was supposed to be testing her strength properly. If she hadn't overestimated herself, even if she couldn't win, she could at least have lasted a few moves. But now, she's been cornered by the student and killed instantly with a single sword strike!

(End of this chapter)