Liao Ji’s words made Marshal Wen’s liver hurt with anger.
"You graduates are so arrogant, like frogs in a well. Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll remember.
"I, Marshal Wen, do not fight nameless individuals. State your name!"
Marshal Wen gritted his teeth.
He’s naturally irritable, and such merciless mockery really fired him up.
Of course, Marshal Wen wasn’t foolish; a student behind handed him a wooden sword, a weapon was essential.
Although a wooden sword isn’t as effective as a blade, the opponent still has exams to take, a light punishment would suffice, no need to draw blood.
He must make this group understand what combat technique is.
Liao Ji took a fighting glove from his pocket and put it on.
Usually, practicing with a blade, the friction between palm and hilt is painful, so Liao Ji always carries some gloves.
"So you are Liao Ji, the only one in the potential class able to use combat techniques, no wonder you’re so arrogant.
"But it seems like you’re the only one who can be arrogant.
"Liao Ji, you’d better grab a weapon, lest people say I’m bullying you!"
Marshal Wen pointed his wooden sword directly at Liao Ji.
"Did you always talk this much nonsense since you were young? If you want to fight, fight; if not, get out of the way!"
Liao Ji’s words were cold.
So this is what it feels like to act cool, it’s quite enjoyable.
"Liao Ji classmate, it’s just a sparring between students, you’d better take a wooden sword!"
The opponent’s instructor spoke up.
Marshal Wen’s combat technique is no joke.
Given last year’s potential class graduates’ level, Marshal Wen could really crush them.
A genius like him hasn’t appeared in Cengyan City for a long time.
Though arrogant, he has the right to be.
"Dai Yuegui, kids may not understand, but do you not understand either? Quickly let Liao Ji take some protection!"
The chief instructor on the opposite side grimly reminded.
From beginning to end, Dai Yuegui said nothing, his expression clearly showing disdain for Marshal Wen.
Though he has no personal enmity with Dai Yuegui, with the transition of new and old, he’s also secretly competing.
A new official takes office, he must do better than Dai Yuegui.
"It’s fine, let the students solve their own issues!"
Yet, Dai Yuegui shook his head indifferently, with a look of sitting back and watching.
Suddenly, from among the graduates, a student couldn’t help himself... he laughed out loud.
This fool, like a simpleton, laughed out loud, luckily Zhou Yuncan stopped him in time.
But this laugh was practically mocking the potential class.
"Liao Ji, you’re simply ignorant. Since you won’t pick up a wooden sword, I’ll knock you down and pick it up!"
Marshal Wen’s Qi Blood surged, and instantly a thin haze covered the wooden sword.
In an instant, exclamations of amazement arose from the potential class.
Listening to the admiration from behind, Marshal Wen’s blood boiled even more, his gaze like a torch, locked onto Liao Ji, the wooden sword in his hand trembling to the extreme.
"My nephew’s combat techniques have improved again. Looks like these graduates will suffer indeed this time!"
Wu Yongchang nodded in satisfaction.
The other instructors nodded as well.
Impressive, as expected of Marshal Wen, at such a young age to cultivate Gang Qi to this extent, a genuine genius.
"Liao Ji, I want to show you what it means that there’s always someone better!"
As the momentum reached its peak, Marshal Wen swung his arm, and Gang Qi drew a brilliant line, the blade light descended from the sky, aiming directly at Liao Ji’s shoulder.
Though it’s a wooden sword, the blade light was still sharp.
Of course, Marshal Wen struck with restraint, not aiming at Liao Ji’s head, to avoid serious injury or death, sparing himself from responsibility.
Wu Yongchang and the others were a bit tense.
Marshal Wen’s strikes were neither light nor heavy, hopefully he doesn’t cause any serious trouble.
If it were Su Yue it’d be fine, as he is just an ordinary guy.
But Liao Ji comes from a prestigious family, it would be hard to explain later.
The chief instructor frowned, if it reached an irreparable stage, he’d have to save Liao Ji.
Another glance at Dai Yuegui.
This guy, as Liao Ji’s instructor, remained indifferent at this moment, simply irresponsible.
In the potential class, there’s another instructor with a bewildered expression.
Something’s not right.
So many graduates, and they’re all this foolish?
Seeing Liao Ji on the verge of serious injury, they’re actually watching for laughs?
A few people seemed to be holding back laughter.
What are you laughing at?
"This Gang Qi blade is really uninteresting, and this guy’s footwork is disorganized, his stance unstable."
Su Yue glanced, feeling disinterested.
Even those few second-tier instructors seemed unremarkable.
Compared to the fighters in level A rings, they’re merely Qi Blood Martial Artists, per the club’s term, rubbish martial artists.
To evaluate a Martial Artist’s combat abilities, one must look at their stance, this group might have been comfortable in the education bureau for too long, they have lost that fierce stride of a dragon or tiger.
This means their reaction capabilities have dulled. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
If they faced someone like Bai Zhao, these second-tier Martial Artists might very well be overwhelmed across levels.
The blade light had already fallen, the potential class students cried out, some even closed their eyes, not daring to look.
Marshal Wen was terrifying.
Just as the blade was about to descend, a brilliance suddenly shone in Liao Ji’s lazy pupils.
Marshal Wen, initially filled with arrogance, with a disdainful smile.
But the moment Liao Ji’s pupils widened, his mind went blank, even the hand gripping the sword began to tremble.