The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

The elevator doors opened, and Wu You arrived at the twelfth floor of the building.

"Welcome to White Fish Martial Arts Academy!" As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, a warm voice greeted me, "Sir, interested in martial arts and fitness? How about checking it out? Our academy is currently having a half-price promotion, only—"

The girl with the bun hairstyle behind the counter stood up abruptly, a standard business smile on her face, and her classic sales pitch came right out of her mouth.

Wu You looked at her.

The girl with the bun hairstyle had changed her outfit today. She was still wearing the same white martial arts uniform, but this time it had a cinched waist. When she stood up, her upper body appeared quite bulging.

Is this a big deal?

"It's me," Wu You cleared his throat. "I left my number last time."

"what?"

The girl with the bun hairstyle paused for a moment, then squinted and scrutinized him carefully.

Then she exclaimed "Ah!" and her professional smile turned into surprise.

"Sigh...it's you, the person from yesterday."

She reacted quickly, immediately pulling out a notebook from under the counter and flipping through it. When she looked up, her smile returned, but this time it was much more genuine.

"Ah, it's Mr. Wu You!"

Are you here for a trial class today?

Wu You nodded: "Yes, I want to attend the beginner swordsmanship class this afternoon, is that alright?"

"Of course!" The girl with the bun hairstyle took out her phone and glanced at it, then looked a little troubled. "It's just that it's not even 1:30 yet, and there's still more than an hour before the beginner swordsmanship class starts..."

"It's alright," Wu You said. "Do you have a place here where we can sit and rest?"

Yes, yes!

The girl with the bun hairstyle came out from behind the counter and led Wu You inside.

Walk through the corridor lined with sandbags and wooden dummy dummies, and turn into a small room.

The room was very simple, with just a few long benches against the wall and a calligraphy scroll hanging on the wall with the words "Martial Arts".

"Please sit here and rest," she said, pointing to a chair.

"Thanks."

"You're too kind."

The girl with the bun hairstyle turned and walked out, her steps light and quick. As she reached the door, she muttered something under her breath:

"How did he become so much more handsome in just one day..."

"And she has such a great presence..."

After reading it, Wu You exited and opened the next post.

Time flies.

When he looked up again, it was almost 2:30.

He stood up and stretched, his bones making a slight cracking sound. He had just moved his neck a couple of times when he heard footsteps at the door.

The girl with the bun hairstyle poked half her head in: "Mr. Wu You, the beginner swordsmanship class is about to begin."

Wu You stood up and followed her outside.

After passing through the corridor, you arrive at an open space.

It was a rectangular practice area with light-colored solid wood flooring on the floor. The wood grain was clear and delicate, and it looked quite sophisticated.

There were about seven or eight men and women dressed in white martial arts uniforms standing inside. Some were teenagers, while others looked to be in their thirties. They were all holding wooden swords.

A man was standing in front of them.

He was around thirty years old, with a buzz cut and an ordinary face. He was also wearing a white martial arts uniform with a black belt around his waist, on which was a gold diagonal bar.

Wu You had seen this kind of belt online: black represents professional level, and gold diagonal bars represent rank.

Professional level 1.

"This should be the instructor for the beginner swordsmanship class at the White Fish Martial Arts Academy," Wu You thought to himself.

He stepped forward.

The man with the buzz cut noticed him, his gaze sweeping over him. When he saw Wu You wearing an ordinary white T-shirt, he frowned. Then he looked at Wu You's face, his frown deepening.

A flicker of disdain and a hint of barely perceptible jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Then he looked away as if he hadn't seen anything and turned to the seven or eight students in martial arts uniforms.

"In the last lesson, we learned the most basic yet extremely important 'stance' in swordsmanship." His voice was steady, with a touch of the unique tone of a teacher. "We experienced how the feet are rooted to the ground, how the spine is straight and upright like a pine tree, how the hands hold the sword hilt steadily and relaxed, and how the tip of the sword is precisely aimed at the opponent's throat."

He glanced around.

"Come on, Xiaoyu, you demonstrate. Let me see if you've forgotten what we learned last time."

A short-haired girl stepped out from the crowd; she had delicate features and looked quite young.

She held a wooden sword in both hands, assuming a posture—feet apart, knees slightly bent, sword held forward with the tip pointing forward.

The man with the buzz cut looked at it and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, you've already learned the basics of the stance."

He turned to the others: "Everyone can try to strike a pose and let me see what you've learned last time."

The trainees immediately dispersed, each finding their own spot and starting to try out the pose. Some struck crooked poses, while others struck relatively upright ones, all adjusting their hands and feet.

Wu You stood still.

His sword is still in that small room, and to be honest—

To put on this so-called "stance" is really... too low-level for him.

For Wu You now, no matter when, where, or what stance he takes, as long as he has a sword in his hand, that is his strongest stance!

He glanced at the pose the girl named Xiaoyu was striking.

Hold the sword forward with both hands.

With just this one movement, he glanced over and spotted at least ten problems.

The shoulders were too stiff, the elbows too straight, the waist too loose, the knees too tight, the sword tip was off-center, the center of gravity was off, and the breathing was clearly being held...

Too much.

He felt a little awkward watching the students diligently adjusting their postures and the occasional demonstrations by the professional swordsmanship instructor.

Swordsmanship should not be practiced like this.

Footwork, breathing, and sword holding should be integrated as a whole, and beginners should start by practicing breathing rhythm, followed by footwork and sword holding.

This rigid, formulaic approach to achieving a "perfect" look is fundamentally flawed. It will only lead to increased stiffness and make further progress and corrections increasingly difficult.

By this point, Wu You had a good idea of ​​the skill level of the swordsmanship instructor at the White Fish Martial Arts School.

But he didn't say anything.

He's just here to listen to the lecture and see how things are going, not to cause trouble.

The man with the buzz cut next to him naturally noticed that Wu You didn't have a wooden sword, but he just glanced at him sideways and then looked away, not even glancing at Wu You again.