Fantasia of the Sky

Chapter 164 The Magic Blade Society 2
Huanmeng used all the strength in his body to slash at the stake.

There was only a dull sound of "thump", and the steel blade left a shallow mark on the stake.

The shock force from the hilt of the sword made Huameng's hands go numb.

Her numb hands could not hold the steel sword, and the steel sword fell to the ground all of a sudden, causing her to cry out in fright and take several steps back.

"Master Huanmeng!" The young man walked over quickly, "Are you alright?"

"No...it's nothing." Huanmeng took a few breaths, she was just frightened.

"What's wrong!?" Flat walked over quickly, "Master Huanmeng, what's wrong with this bastard?"

"Ah... no, it's okay...Huanmeng is going to try it, and then he didn't hold the sword steadily...it's okay!" Huameng explained.

"Oh... that's right." Flat nodded, and walked quickly to the young man, showing a smile like a hungry wolf meeting its prey.However, because of his simple and honest appearance, this smile is not only not scary, but rather funny.

"Is that the case?" He asked the young man with excitement in his tone.

"I, I see that Master Huanmeng seems to be interested in magic swords, so I'll let Master Huanmeng try it!" The young man defended himself a little panicked.

"Since you asked Lord Huanmeng to try it, why didn't you explain it well? Why didn't you do a good job of protection? Look, you scared Master Huanmeng, are you ready to be punished?"

"But, this..." The young man still wanted to explain something.

"Old rules, choose one of the two, are you going to write a review, or give up the chicken legs for dinner?" Flat asked with a smirk.

No wonder Flatt looked so excited, there was a reason for that.

The president of the club needs to manage many things, but the upper management of the academy hardly stipulates any fixed remuneration.The higher-ups of the college hope that the president of the club will set his own reward in the rules of the club—Flat’s reward is the meal that those who make mistakes in the club and are punished will be fined!
"No, the chicken legs must never be given to you!" The young man looked firm and quickly waved his hand, "I'd rather write a review!"

"Hmph, that's only for quality and quantity, at least..." Frate stretched out three fingers and waved, "This number."

"Ah...how is this! If I taught Lord Huanmeng, would you say that I think Mr. Huanmeng is ignorant!?" The young man was a little annoyed, "I will not let your scheme succeed!"

"This is just your subjective assumption! Even Lord Huanmeng has things that he doesn't know!" Flatter retorted, "If you make trouble for no reason, you even have to think about the ribs at noon!"

The young man lowered his head to admit defeat.Flatter was a little dissatisfied with not getting the chicken legs, so he pouted and left.He still had to continue discussing weapons with Phil.

"That... I'm sorry." Huanmeng felt a little guilty for letting the young man suffer such an indiscriminate disaster.

"It's...it's okay, I'm used to it...it was my fault." The young man scratched his head, "Master Huanmeng, do you need me to teach you how to use a sword correctly?"

"Uh, let's put that aside for now, those three fingers of his are... a [-]-word self-criticism?" Huanmeng asked.

"It's three thousand..." The young man said with a sad face.

He would rather choose to write a [-]-word review than give up chicken legs. This is really a strong person.

(End of this chapter)