Chapter 196: We're Just Demonstrating

"Hong Teacher, I'm going to attack!"

Only saw Zhang Bichuan's expression turn serious, he gripped his longsword with both hands and strode up to Hong Yongchun.

The surrounding students all retreated several steps, fearing they might be accidentally injured by Zhang Bichuan's sword intent.

Lu Jing's expression remained calm; Zhang Bichuan's seemingly peerless sword intent, in his mental power domain, could be said to be full of loopholes.

"Hmm, let's begin; I will suppress my own strength to the Seventh Realm Martial Artist level, and try to oppose you using only technique."

Hong Yongchun said with a smile.

Clang—

Zhang Bichuan, under the expectant gazes of the crowd, flicked a sword flourish and launched the first attack.

Facing such fierce swordsmanship, Hong Yongchun opposite still appeared relaxed.

As a combat instructor at a prestigious martial university, Hong Yongchun had this confidence.

He was an Eleventh Realm Martial Marquis, and a combat-hardened fighter who had risen from battlefield slaughter.

Having undergone countless life-and-death struggles, he had long since engraved his combat skills into his very marrow.

Dealing with students two major realms below him, isn't that child's play?

Even if he suppressed his cultivation to the Seventh Realm Grand Master, he could still see through the loopholes in Zhang Bichuan's swordsmanship at a glance.

Until Zhang Bichuan's longsword was about to pierce his body, Hong Yongchun finally moved!

With a slight shake of his right hand holding the longsword, he forcibly deflected the sword tip, which bore Zhang Bichuan's sword qi, to the side.

Afterward, the longsword wound upward like a spirit snake, pointing at Zhang Bichuan's neck.

Zhang Bichuan's pupils contracted slightly, he leaned his head back, narrowly avoiding the blade, then backhanded another thrust.

However, in technique Hong Yongchun clearly had the edge; taking advantage of the opening as Zhang Bichuan dodged, he instantly closed in.

Changing from a forward grip to a reverse grip, he avoided Zhang Bichuan's attack while placing his longsword on Zhang Bichuan's shoulder.

"Teacher, I lost......"

Zhang Bichuan sighed and sheathed his longsword.

"Already not bad; in these years, the newcomers who can withstand two moves in my hands can be counted on one finger."

Hong Yongchun waved his hand, smiling in praise: 'Your swordsmanship is its own system; as long as you pay a bit more attention to flexibility, you'll make great progress.'

"Hmm, thank you for the guidance, Teacher."

Being praised by Hong Yongchun, the somewhat dispirited Zhang Bichuan instantly regained his confidence.

Being able to exchange two moves with the unfathomably strong Hong Yongchun before losing, if it were someone else, they probably couldn't withstand even a single move.

After Zhang Bichuan returned to the ranks, many students cast him envious and admiring glances.

"Awesome, Zhang Bichuan's sword draw was just too fast; I could barely make out the sword's shadow."

"Looks like choosing the sword was right; it's handsome and powerful!"

And some female students had already begun to glance at Zhang Bichuan with starry eyes.

As an inheritor of an ancient martial family, plus his strong strength, he's totally a tall, rich, handsome guy!

"Alright, everyone quiet down; after I finish demonstrating with another classmate, I'll teach you hands‑on."

Hong Yongchun looked toward Lu Jing: 'Lu Jing classmate, could you please demonstrate your sword technique for everyone?'

Lu Jing stepped out of the ranks, furrowed his brow, and said: 'Hong Teacher, I'm afraid I can't demonstrate my sword technique......'

"Can't demonstrate?"

Hong Yongchun blinked slightly, 'What do you mean?'

Lu Jing didn't reply; he didn't know how to explain it to the other party.

His sword technique was never learned move by move; rather, he figured it out himself through actual combat.

For example, when he used that blade to kill Ni Chang Sha Na in combat simulation, once the longsword left its sheath, it could not be sheathed again.

Now Hong Yongchun asks him to demonstrate sword technique, and Lu Jing also doesn't know what he should demonstrate.

Thinking of this, Lu Jing placed the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword from his waist horizontally before his chest, and his aura instantly turned sharp.

Everything around slowed down, except for Lu Jing.

He gripped the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, looking at the dummy that Zhang Bichuan had pierced, leaving a notch.

The next moment.

Clang—

A dark‑purple, ring‑shaped blade flash shot out, its speed reaching the extreme!

Just as nobody could clearly see what had happened, another three blade flashes flew out.

Only after everyone came to their senses did they realize Lu Jing had already returned the longsword to its sheath.

"This...... what happened?"

"Was that just now Lu Jing's blade intent......?"

Zhang Bichuan frowned; at the moment Lu Jing drew his blade, the sword intent within his own body strangely contracted into a clump.

It was as if he had seen something terrifying.

Meanwhile, not far away, Hong Yongchun showed a look of astonishment.

Boom—

Under Zhang Bichuan's sword intent attack, the dummy with merely a notch collapsed with a bang.

The head slowly fell to the ground, revealing a mirror‑smooth slash on the neck.

At the same time, both arms and the lower waist were likewise severed into two pieces.

"Holy shit!"

"Is this even human? In the blink of an eye, Lu Jing actually dismembered the dummy?!"

"If I'm not mistaken, this dummy's defense is comparable to a Grand Master!"

"That is to say, if we replaced the dummy with a Grand Master, Lu Jing would still tear them apart in an instant?!"

"In the training room, an uproar broke out!"

"The sound carried outside, drawing students from other training rooms as well."

"Among them were many second- and third-year upperclassmen, who instantly recognized Lu Jing standing in the middle."

"That's Lu Jing, this year's Martial Top Scholar!"

"That's the freshman who's extremely popular on the forum, right?"

"It's him; their class is studying practical combat skills, but what happened with that sudden exclamation just now?"

"Through the window, a crowd gathered outside, whispering to each other."

"Some people had already taken out their phones, preparing to film."

"Teacher Hong, I've finished the demonstration."

"Lu Jing looked at the astonished Hong Yongchun and reminded him."

"Oh...... okay," Hong Yongchun came to his senses; if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't dare believe that Lu Jing's Blade Intent could be this terrifying.

"Blade Intent isn't something you can learn through bitter cultivation or effort alone; it depends on comprehension and talent."

"Even if his current strength is two Realms above Lu Jing's, he isn't worthy to carry Lu Jing's shoes in terms of Blade Intent comprehension."

"Then attack me with your sword; I'll try to break it."

"Hong Yongchun said seriously to Lu Jing."

"He showed none of the casualness he had when facing Zhang BaiChuan before."

"Lu Jing nodded, without wasted words, and directly drew the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword from his waist."

"Sunlight scattered on the blade, refracting into gorgeous blue-purple light and shadow."

"At that moment, everyone present felt a bone-chilling cold, as if a sharp blade were pressed against their throats."

"What's going on......"

"Ma Hou Shi touched his neck, instinctively shrank his neck, then stepped back."

"His retreat prompted the other students to also step back."

"Soon, a clear space appeared around Lu Jing and Hong Yongchun."

"Classmate Lu Jing, this is just a demonstration; no need to be too serious......"

"Hong Yongchun looked at the expressionless Lu Jing, feeling inexplicably apprehensive."