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

White Fish Martial Arts School, Sword Training Room.

The wooden sword traced a graceful, soft arc in the air before being smoothly retrieved.

Wu You glanced at the Sword Manual panel.

Swimming Fish Sword Technique (Minor Success) (2/16)

He froze for a moment.

Just that one time? From beginner to intermediate level, a direct increase of 6 proficiency points?

He clearly remembered that when he was practicing basic swordsmanship, he relied almost entirely on accumulating experience points to progress from minor to advanced levels.

Moreover, he was certain that without the kendo proficiency trait, his skill level would never have increased at this rate.

He had previously thought that the "increase" in the description of Kendo proficiency was just a simple "increase".

Now it seems that this is not just an increase; for ordinary sword techniques, it's more than double!

The power of swordsmanship is terrifying.

With this characteristic, wouldn't he also be able to cosplay as a kendo genius?

At this time.

"You're already this good, why are you still here for a beginner's swordsmanship class?"

A rather melancholy voice came from the side.

"You used to practice the Swimming Fish Sword Technique, didn't you...?"

Wu You snapped out of his daze, turned his head, and froze.

The students in white martial arts uniforms all stopped what they were doing and looked at him with complicated expressions.

Some people had their mouths agape, some had their eyes wide open, and some were about to drop their wooden swords.

The one speaking was none other than Xiaoyu, the owner of the wooden sword in her hand.

The short-haired girl stood there, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, like a pitiful girl who had been deceived.

Wu You paused for a moment.

Of course, he couldn't say it was his first time practicing; that would be too far-fetched.

"I used to practice some swordsmanship," he mumbled.

This isn't exactly deceiving people, after all, basic swordsmanship is swordsmanship, and Phantom Cloud Swordsmanship is also swordsmanship; he did indeed practice it.

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces showed an expression of "I knew it."

No wonder.

Such fluid swordsmanship couldn't possibly be a first time practicing. I guess attending the beginner swordsmanship class was just a spur-of-the-moment decision.

But someone noticed something was wrong.

A young man in his early twenties scratched his head and muttered under his breath, "How come he seems... to be practicing even better than Coach Huang..."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet space.

Everyone paused for a moment, and their expressions changed.

Yes, that set of swimming fish sword techniques just now was smooth, natural, and seamless. It seemed to be much better than Instructor Huang's demonstration...

A short-haired man in his thirties stepped forward.

"Young man," he said with a smile, "your swimming fish sword technique is so good, you must be an instructor at the White Fish Martial Arts Academy, right?"

Before Wu You could speak, he continued, "What is your instructor number? May I learn swordsmanship from you?"

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard that.

"Yes, yes, yes! Sir, do you still have any spots left for students? I'd like to learn from you too!"

"Wow, you're so handsome! I want to practice swordsmanship with you too!"

The loudest shouters were those young women in their early twenties.

Wu You shook his head: "I'm sorry, I'm not..."

Before he could finish speaking, a creaking sound came from the side.

The door to the teachers' lounge opened.

The man with the buzz cut came out.

Seeing that the crowd wasn't practicing their swordsmanship but instead gathered in a chaotic mess, his brows immediately furrowed into a deep frown.

"What's going on!"

He shouted in a deep voice, and a sharp aura emanated from his body.

"Haven't they started practicing swordsmanship anymore?!"

The crowd shuddered, not daring to contradict them, and dispersed, returning to their positions to continue awkwardly practicing their clumsy swimming fish sword technique.

The man with the buzz cut glanced around and his gaze landed on Wu You.

To be precise, it landed on the wooden sword in Wu You's hand.

His brows furrowed even more, and he strode forward, staring straight at Wu You with undisguised disgust in his eyes.

"Where did you get that wooden sword?!"

The voice was loud and carried a reprimanding tone.

"Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to use the martial arts school's equipment! You're just here for a trial class, how dare you mess with the school's things!"

As he spoke, he reached out to snatch the sword from Wu You's hand.

Wu You frowned slightly.

What's wrong with this person?

He simply turned slightly to the side, and the buzz-cut man's hand immediately missed its target.

The man with the buzz cut paused for a moment, his disgust deepening, and his tone becoming even more vicious.

"You still dare to hide?"

The students standing nearby were all stunned.

They were just wondering if Wu You was another instructor, but now it seems the two don't know each other.

Just then, a crisp voice rang out.

"Instructor Huang, that's my spare sword..."

The man with the buzz cut paused in mid-air with his outstretched right hand.

He turned his head to look at Xiaoyu, who was speaking. The fierceness on his face lessened slightly, but his tone remained harsh.

"So this is your spare sword, Xiaoyu."

He withdrew his hand.

No apology.

There was no response.

She glanced at Wu You again, her disgust undiminished.

Then he turned around and walked back to the crowd.

"Everyone has just practiced the Swimming Fish Sword Technique and has a certain foundation." His voice regained the authoritative tone of an instructor. "But swordsmanship is ultimately for combat, and practicing on your own is never enough."

He paused.

"Next, we will move on to the one-on-one practical exercise."

He suddenly turned around and looked at Wu You.

"Hey, you there."

He forced a smile, a smile full of mockery.

"Since Xiaoyu gave you the spare sword, you should also put it to good use."

He raised the wooden sword in his hand and pointed it at Wu You.

"Come on, practice with me so I can demonstrate for the students."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood.

Instructor Huang is settling a personal score while on official business.

Instructor Huang looks down on those who can only afford trial lessons, and this is no secret in the martial arts school. There have been instances in the past where trial lesson students have been harassed by him.

But thinking back to Wu You's fluid and graceful swimming fish sword technique just now...

The expressions on everyone's faces immediately turned somewhat strange.

No one said a word.

Everyone's waiting to see what happens.

The man with the buzz cut continued, "I'm not trying to bully you, I'm just demonstrating for the students."

He had that "I'm doing this for your own good" look on his face.

"Besides, you guys who attend trial classes, aren't you just looking to learn something? You learn the most from real-world practice, and I'm doing this for your own good!"

Wu You smiled after hearing this.

He originally intended to return the wooden sword to the short-haired girl and leave, since he had already mastered the Swimming Fish Sword Technique and there was no point in staying any longer.

But unexpectedly, some people still insisted on coming forward to get beaten up.

Since that's the case, then you can't blame him.

"Okay." He nodded. "I happen to know a little about swordsmanship as well."

Upon hearing Wu You's agreement, a hint of joy flashed in the man's eyes.

But upon hearing that he "knew a little about swordsmanship," a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

Knowing a little bit? You're really ignorant of your own limitations.

However, he still pretended to be very polite and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.

"Very well, please proceed."

Wu You walked up to the crowd and stood opposite the man with the buzz cut.

"I won't bully you." The man with the buzz cut assumed a fighting stance, a confident smile on his face. "You said you know some swordsmanship, so I'll give you a few moves first."

Wu You didn't waste any more words.

A footstep was taken.

Swimming Fish Sword Technique, the Swimming Style.

The wooden sword transformed into a blur, thrusting straight out.

It has no extra enhancements, nor is it a basic sword technique or the Phantom Cloud Sword Technique; it is just an ordinary move from the Swimming Fish Sword Technique.

But that's enough.

The buzz-cut man's pupils constricted sharply upon seeing the sword strike.

So fast!

He didn't see Wu You's specific movements clearly at all; he only felt a pain in his chest.

Then the tip of the wooden sword was already pointing at his left chest.

He didn't even have a chance to raise his sword to block.

But Wu You's sword did not stop.

One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords, five swords—

Wooden swords rained down on the man with the buzz cut.

Chest, shoulder, arm, thigh, back, etc. - each sword strike was light, but each strike landed precisely in the same spot.

The man with the buzz cut was like a sandbag, being stabbed and staggered.

He didn't even have time to raise his sword in the end.

Two seconds later.

thump.

The man with the buzz cut, whose face was already bruised and swollen, could no longer stand and knelt down on the ground.

He looked up, his bruised and swollen face filled with horror.

"You...you're also a professional-level swordsman..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Wu You put away his wooden sword.

Wu You looked down at him, her tone indifferent.

I can't judge what kind of person you are.

"But those who practice swordsmanship should speak through their swords."

He paused.

"And your sword."

"no."