Zhuo Yu picked up the sword again and stood in the crowd, his piercing eyes instantly became sharp, and he exuded a fierce aura.

"brush!"

The body suddenly stepped forward and swung the sword forward.

The sword light flashed through the air, drawing a beautiful arc in an instant.

As soon as the soles of his feet turned, he swung out the second and third swords in succession.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

The cold light shone, and the sword shadow was heavy, like a strong wind sweeping away, and the sharp sword energy continued to spread in all directions.

When the surrounding students saw this scene, their faces turned pale with fright, and they kept retreating, fearing that the terrible sword light would hit them.

Zhuo Yu's body is like a swimming dragon, his steps are graceful, and he moves quickly within a radius of ten meters.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Afterimages appeared one after another, and the pace seemed messy, but in fact it was very erratic and flexible.

The students all opened their eyes wide and watched this scene with concentration, for fear of missing some detail. Their young faces were full of admiration and awe.

After completing the entire set of sword skills, Zhuo Yu's domineering eyes contained a hint of murderous intent, and then he stood up with his sword put away, his whole body covered in sweat.

At this time, his sister Zhuo Qing came over and handed him a towel.

Zhuo Yu took it, smiled knowingly, and began to wipe the sweat off his body.

Li Feng watched Zhuo Yu practice his sword skills, and his eyes suddenly flashed with surprise.

This Zhuoyu's qualifications are mediocre. I didn't expect him to be so skilled in swordsmanship. He does have some momentum, but I don't know how powerful he will be in a real fight.

It seemed that Master Zhuo Yan taught him strictly every day.

"Everyone has seen the violent wind sword technique clearly." Zhuo Yu looked around, showing his white teeth and smiling brightly.

"Saw it!"

"Amazing."

"Senior Brother Zhuo Yu, I want to learn from you."

Many people in the crowd of onlookers were cheering and seemed very excited.

From Li Feng's perspective, Zhuo Yu's martial arts talent was indeed average, but his understanding of sword techniques was very insightful.

Moreover, the training method is full of aura, and with his eloquent mouth, he can talk about the key points everywhere.

Not to mention how much strength it can increase for these civilian students, it can at least give them a deeper understanding of sword techniques.

"The body is the foundation, the source of strength."

"The stronger the strength, the more powerful the sword technique is." Zhuo Yu said loudly, his eyes showing a blazing heat on the sword in his hand.

A short male student asked: "Senior Brother Zhuo Yu, didn't you say before that there are three things to pay attention to in swordsmanship: speed, ruthlessness and accuracy?"

"Indeed, swordsmanship requires three things: speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy." Zhuo Yu nodded and glanced at the other party appreciatively.

So he added: "If you are not strong enough, what if you hit the opponent with one knife?"

"For the truly strong, their muscles and skin are harder than gold and stone. Even if you hit them, it will be useless."

"You must remember that just because you are fast with a knife, it does not mean you are very powerful."

"If the opponent's physical defense is high, does it make sense to stand and let you chop ten times or a hundred times?"

"Maybe, someone can smash your internal organs with just one punch."

When the surrounding students heard this, they were suddenly enlightened.

Zhuo Yu continued: "I have always emphasized that we should spend more time improving our physical strength."

"I just want to tell you that the body is the foundation and strength is the source."

"Strong body, fast speed, high reaction, and combined with the sword technique, can complement each other to maximize the power of the sword technique."

In the crowd, another girl spoke: "Senior Brother Zhuo Yu, as far as you are concerned, since the body is the foundation, strength is the source."

"Then why do we still need to learn sword skills?"

Zhuo Yu looked at the girl with freckles and said with a smile: "You are right. Indeed, if you are strong, you do not need to learn sword skills."

"But a ruler is longer and an inch is shorter."

"Whether it's physical strength or sword skills, they all have their own advantages."

"This involves a very important issue, such as force exertion techniques."

"We have strong physical strength. When fighting with our opponents, our skills are nothing more than punching or sweeping and kicking."

"But the physical power can be used through various methods of chopping, cutting, stabbing, and cutting through sword skills. In this way, the lethality is stronger and more unpredictable. If you want to kill with one knife, it will be easy."

"There are some magical weapons in the legend that can cut iron like clay and blow hair into pieces."

"Tell me, are there any advantages to practicing sword skills?"

Hearing what Senior Brother Zhuo Yu said, many students' eyes suddenly lit up.

Weapons are the second life of a warrior.

Being physically strong has advantages and disadvantages.

The same goes for knife skills.

You must learn to use your strengths and avoid weaknesses, complement each other, and maximize your advantages. This is the purpose of learning knife skills.

Li Feng stood behind, and when he heard these words, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Zhuo Yu's lectures were very clear and to the point, and he was worthy of being the child of Master Zhuo Yan, a nine-star warrior.

He has a very high opinion on practicing knife skills.

It seems that Master Zhuoyan teaches his children a lot on weekdays.

Now that I think about it, coming to the Green Stone Dojo is not in vain.

At least after listening to Zhuo Yu's words, Li Feng was greatly touched and realized a lot in his heart.

"Okay, that's it for today's lesson. You can practice sword fighting on your own." Zhuo Yu put the sword aside and drank from the bamboo water cup handed over by his sister.

"Senior Brother Zhuoyu, thank you for your hard work."

"Okay, we will practice hard."

“Senior Brother’s words today were eye-opening and not in vain.”

After the students finished Zhuo Yu's course, many of them understood it. One by one, they began to take out the wooden swords from the knife rest, and began to choose opponents and compete with each other.

After a while, the spacious courtyard became chaotic.

Many students have found friends they know well to compete one-on-one.

Both sides held swords in their hands and rushed towards each other quickly, slashing wildly.

The sword techniques used by everyone were all the violent wind sword techniques taught by Zhuo Yu.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!...

Scenes like this could be seen everywhere in the courtyard. The sound of fighting continued and exploded, and the sound of swords clashing came again and again. It was extremely harsh and noisy, and the whole courtyard was ablaze.

Only Li Feng stood on one foot in the courtyard with his arms folded, watching this scene boredly, with no intention of taking action.

He is very aware of his own strength. Most of the people in this dojo are below three-star warriors, which is not enough.

The people who can be his opponents, except for the two brothers Zhuoyu Zhuoqing, others are not opponents at all.

Besides him, there was another person sitting lazily aside, yawning and looking at this scene, looking a little listless.

This person is none other than Nan Huaijin, the cool young man Li Feng had met before.

Ding Zhuang is holding a wooden sword and competing with an opponent.

His opponent was a young man with a strong build and tiger fangs at the corners of his mouth.

The man was holding a sword in his hand, as if he was crazy, and struck at Ding Zhuang like a gust of wind and rain.

Ding Zhuang was beaten to the point where he was defeated, and his wrists and face were covered with blood marks.

"Haha, come again." The tiger-tooth boy clearly had the upper hand, but he refused to give up at all. He held the sword and struck Ding Zhuang one after another.

Ding Zhuang held a sword in his hand and dodged with long strides. He kept retreating and was forced back into the corner step by step by his opponent.

"Let's see where you're going." The tiger-tooth boy flew into the air and struck Ding Zhuang with his sword. The heavy force directly broke the sword in his hand into two pieces.

"I admit defeat." Ding Zhuang, who was forced to have no way out, surrendered directly.

Who would have expected that the tiger-toothed boy roared: "You bastard, who asked you to surrender?"

Ding Zhuang's face turned pale, and he couldn't stand the opponent's relentless pursuit, so he quickly begged for mercy: "Don't fight, don't fight, why don't I just admit defeat?"

"It's impossible to admit defeat. Just stand here and don't try to escape." The Huya boy clearly had an absolute advantage, and Ding Zhuang even shouted to surrender, but he still refused to give up.

This made many people around him frown.
Chapter completed!