Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Xing Qingfeng certainly heard the students' whispers, hearing them talk in a light tone about things like "Sure enough, they're not in a hurry to put it into practice," but he didn't pay much attention.

——It doesn’t matter. Anyway, this class is just to let them know what self-defense is. If they wear casual clothes, it will just look a little ugly.

"Everyone is here."

Xing Qingqu glanced at the students again, confirming that no one was absent, and then nodded with satisfaction. His tone was calm, neither impatient nor deliberately serious, as if he was describing a very ordinary matter.

"This backyard will be the venue for our self-defense class from now on. Everyone can just gather here for class from now on."

The morning light falls on this well-maintained site. The fallen leaves and gravel have been cleared away. The exposed soil is firm and stable, and you can feel its hard texture when you step on it.

He stood in front of the team with his arms folded, his eyes sweeping across the students' faces one by one, and then he spoke:

"Before we officially start the self-defense class, I have a question."

Xing Qingfeng paused, glanced at everyone, and then slowly said:

"What should self-defense classes teach, or—"

"——What exactly is self-defense?"

"Look."

The student who was whispering just now whispered to his friend beside him, with a bit of pride in his tone, "I knew there wouldn't be any rush to practice in this class."

"Indeed..." The friend nodded, with an expression that said, "As expected."

The other students were not too nervous either. They obviously thought that Xing Qingyu was just going to have an ordinary class discussion. Some of them had even started to organize various theoretical answers in their minds, preparing to give a good performance.

Sure enough, someone soon raised their hand to answer the question.

"As for self-defense, it's probably about being able to gracefully distance yourself from a sudden crisis and use magic to resolve the problem."

The person who answered was the student who had been whispering just now. She had a confident smile on her face and continued in a light tone:

"Or, to ensure your own safety in situations where it's inconvenient to use magic."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Xing Qingwu, waiting for his evaluation.

The other students nodded, obviously agreeing with this answer. After all, this was the education they had received since childhood.

——A magician’s main method is magic, and self-defense naturally revolves around magic.

"Yes, that's true to a certain extent." He nodded slightly, confirming the student's answer. At the same time, he paced slowly, his footsteps making a slight rustling sound on the ground. "Most of the self-defense techniques taught in the Clock Tower are indeed designed to complement the use of magic."

His words carried a certain sense of matter-of-factness, but before the students could breathe a sigh of relief, Xing Qingyi added:

"But since its original purpose was only to assist in the application of magic," he continued slowly, "and in actual practice, it is quite separate from your respective magic systems—"

"--Therefore, the application of this self-defense technique is quite narrow."

The students looked at each other in bewilderment at these words. The originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became a bit more tense. Some of them frowned slightly, as if pondering Xing Qingjiu's intention.

Xing Qingyu stopped and stood in front of everyone. He glanced at the students in front of him, as if to confirm their expressions, and then spoke:

"And the so-called self-defense technique has only one purpose." He paused slightly, raising the concentration of all the students to a higher level, "Survive—"

"—No matter what situation you encounter, you must ensure that you can survive."

"Without crossing your own bottom line," Xing Qingfeng continued to emphasize, "try every possible means and make use of everything you can in your surroundings to keep yourself alive."

These words were spoken calmly, even with a certain palpable sense of reality. The students' expressions finally shifted slightly, and those who had been standing loosely subconsciously straightened up a little.

Just as the atmosphere fell into a brief silence, Xing Qingyu suddenly raised his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a slightly cunning smile -

"—Come on, Flatt, let's give everyone an example."

"Hey?" Flatt, who was standing in the crowd, was startled, and then he took a step back as if subconsciously, "Order Xing, you must be looking for an opportunity to beat me up, I won't come!"

His tone was filled with undisguised vigilance, and he even put his hands behind his back, pretending that he didn't want to participate at all.

"Whether it's by student ID or enrollment time, it won't be my turn anyway," Flatt continued vigilantly. "Didn't they call the roll call based on these things before? Why is it so unusual all of a sudden..."

The other students couldn't help but laugh as they watched this scene. After all, Flatt's activeness in class was obvious to all. Judging from his past performance, Flatt would definitely accept this challenge with great enthusiasm.

——And now, facing Xing Qingjiu’s invitation, he immediately became alert. This was too quick of a reaction.

"In the upcoming self-defense classes, I will limit my physical fitness to that of an ordinary person," Xing Qingfeng said casually, his arms folded across his chest. "My magic level will be limited to Grand Magic, my chanting skills will be limited to ten bars, and I will not use any magic ceremonies or imaginary magic."

Flatt's smile froze slightly, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment. He swallowed subconsciously, his eyes darting around, as if searching for a way to escape. However, at that moment, his body instinctively told him—

——It’s too late.

Xing Qingyu had already raised his hand, with his index finger slightly bent, and gently hooked it towards him.

"I'd like to say something in advance," Xing Qingfeng said calmly, "You can look at the class schedule starting next week. You'll notice that there's self-defense class almost every day."

He paused for a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a half-smile: "If you can't pass this weekly session, then every week there will be corresponding intensive training -"

"——And for those students who pass," Xing Qingqiu continued, "I will personally present them with a gift set I made myself."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the students who were still hesitant suddenly lit up. After all, a ceremonial garment made by Xing Qingjiu himself, or in other words, made by someone of the same level as the alchemists of the Atlas Academy, was still very attractive to these children.

"All right……"

As soon as Flatt's voice fell, his figure disappeared instantly.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the woods, raised his hands quickly, and as his fingers flew, several magic bullets streaked through the air like meteors and poured towards Xing Qingjiu.

"Huh? Really?"

Xing Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly and watched Flatt's actions with interest.

"A jump in Hilbert space? But it seems to have only increased one dimension..." He muttered softly, as if analyzing, or talking to himself, "Where did this kid learn this? It's impossible that he learned it just by watching me use it a few times-"

——Bro seemed to have forgotten how he copied this escape technique.

Flat's figure kept flashing among the trees, and he used the characteristics of dimensional jumping to constantly change his position. While quickly widening the distance between him and Xing Qingqi, he quickly weaved spells to try to delay Xing Qingqi's pursuit speed.

In an instant, the entire backyard seemed to have entered a battle with great visual impact—

Thick smoke, dazzling beams of light, and constantly exploding magic bullets intertwined among the woods, like a double bombardment of vision and hearing.

Fallen leaves on the ground were swept by the strong wind, branches swaying, and the mottled light and shadows gradually dissipated as the smoke spread. The students were shocked by the sudden "battlefield" scene and took several steps back. Some even subconsciously raised their hands to defend themselves to avoid accidental injury.

But Flatt did not dare to take it lightly at all. He knew very well that he and Xing Qingjiu were not opponents of the same level.

Even though the other party claimed to limit physical fitness and magic power, the problem was...

Xing Qingfu never used multi-engineering chanting during his classes!

For him, chanting more than three steps was considered too long.

Moreover, Xing Qingfu does not rely much on big magic. His magic system is more like precise operations based on calculation and deconstruction. Even if the strength of the magic is really suppressed, Xing Qingfu can still use strategies, skills and calculations to crush his opponents.

So, don’t think about winning, just survive for three minutes first!

Flatt was clearly aware of this, and he decisively gave up the idea of attacking. Instead, he tried his best to delay time, constantly increasing the distance while using various sleight of hand and traps to try to create more chaos.

In his opinion, as long as he could hold on for three minutes, at least he wouldn't be knocked out on the spot. In this way, he should take fewer beatings... right?

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It is hard to imagine what these magicians who have received prison training will become in the future. However, there should be a special story in the future where Flatt, who has received such training, is trying to figure out the plot of FSF (

Also, the American volume is basically finalized. I will run a Holy Grail group after I finish writing the background. If anyone is interested, you can join the group to watch or participate in this group. The deadline is around the end of March. I am very busy this month so I can't do it (sad)

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Volume 63: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Hehe, I'm Catching You

Flatt was hanging upside down on the tree at this moment, his hands hanging naturally, his brown hair hanging messily to the ground, and his signature smile on his face, as if he was not embarrassed by his situation at all.

He swayed slightly, trying to adjust his position, but the hemp rope was too tight, and the slightest struggle made him feel the force of the rope on his ankle. The wind blew through the trees, rustling the leaves, and his body swayed slightly with the rope, swaying back and forth in the mottled light of the sun.

Looking back at the reasons for my failure -

Initially, he had successfully distanced himself from Xing Qingyu by using Hilbert Space to jump. However, this escape technique wasn't unlimited. Since he relied on intuition to construct his magic, he couldn't use the same magic twice. Furthermore, he couldn't calculate the optimal path as accurately as Xing Qingyu in a short period of time, causing the jump intervals to grow longer and longer.

——As a result, during the cooldown period of his escape technique, he could only rely on his legs to run wildly, dodging left and right among the trees.

He knew that Xing Qingyu wouldn't let him go so easily, and sure enough, within half a minute, he noticed the faint sound of footsteps behind him. Although Xing Qingyu didn't rush to attack, the silent, yet relentless pressure made his scalp tingle.

Xing Qingwu deliberately exposed his tracks to put pressure on Flat.

So, Flat simply quickened his pace, and even took advantage of the gaps to cast a few sleight of hand and smoke spells, trying to interfere with Xing Qingjiu's tracking.

However, just as he was concentrating on escaping, his feet suddenly tightened -

——His ankle suddenly tripped, and before he could react, he was pulled upside down from the ground by a rapidly contracting force. His body turned half a circle in the air, the wind whistled, and the sky spun.

When he finally stopped, he found himself hanging in mid-air, his ankles tightly bound by a strong hemp rope, the other end of the rope firmly tied to the tree trunk, and his hair was now floating gently in the air as his body swayed.

"……Well."

Flatt blinked and struggled tentatively, but finding he couldn't get free, he gave up decisively. He didn't show any sign of frustration, but instead breathed a sigh of relief, a bright smile on his face, and he muttered softly:

"Game over now... Fortunately, I didn't give Order Xing the chance to beat me up."

"One minute and seven seconds." Not far away, Xing Qingyu walked over slowly. He stopped in front of Flat, lowered his head slightly, and announced the result in a calm tone, "Fail, Flat."

He paused, raised a hand and patted the other person's swaying shoulder, revealing a meaningful smile: "I thought you would take the initiative to come up and fight with me."

"Report to Order Xing! Students can't hit teachers. I won't do that!"

Flatt answered righteously, his tone was confident and his attitude was sincere, as if he really did not fight out of respect for the teacher, rather than fear of being beaten.

Upon hearing this, Xing Qingyu didn't say anything else. He just raised his finger and flicked it lightly, and the hemp rope that bound Flatt loosened in an instant.

"oops--!"

Flatt fell directly from mid-air, landing on the ground with a thud, sending dust flying. He quickly rubbed his butt, stood up, and quickly shook the dust off his clothes. He secretly glanced at Xing Qingfeng, and after confirming that the other party did not show an expression that "he was going to kick him again", he cautiously breathed a sigh of relief.

——Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with him in the future, so there's no need to rush now. Xing Qingfeng thought to himself, his eyes swept over the students around him, and he spoke in a relaxed tone:

"Anyway, the format of our future self-defense lessons will probably be similar to what we just did."

The students exchanged glances and fell silent for a moment, as if they were frantically calculating their chances of winning.

But Xing Qingwu's next words completely dispelled the possibility of them wanting to be lazy.

"But when we officially begin, I'll take a more efficient approach." He clapped his hands softly, his expression giving a look of "listen carefully," and slowly said, "I'll give each of you three minutes to prepare or hide in the wasteland and woods in the backyard."

"I'll be here to arrest you in three minutes. The total time is ten minutes." He blinked, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his face was covered with his usual gentle smile. "Anyone I 'kill' within ten minutes will fail. There will be extra physical training in the rest of the class this week."

The air suddenly became deathly silent. Some students began to think about how to hide, while others considered giving up resistance and admitting defeat. However, the majority of students were already vaguely aware that the days ahead would be extremely painful.

"...Of course." Xing Qingfeng continued, "I won't really kill you."

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"One hundred and eight, one hundred and seventy-nine..."

Xing Qingyu stood in the backyard, his back to the students, counting clearly and forcefully. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets. The soft earth beneath his feet left a faint trace of fresh shoe prints. A gentle breeze blew, stirring up a cloud of dust that drifted in the sunlight.

Deep in the woods, the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot could be heard. Students were scattering, trying to find the best hiding spots. Some quickly climbed onto branches, their Adam's apples sliding nervously between the leaves; others hid in the bushes, minimizing their figures. Some clever students even set up sleight of hand and interference barriers on the ground, trying to confuse Xing Qingjiu's pursuit.

In order to help them reduce their psychological pressure, Xing Qingwu specially adopted this form of hide-and-seek.

However, the only problem is that this game of hide and seek is not only related to their graduation assessment, but also determines whether their next week will be heaven or hell.

"Wooah—!"

Suddenly, a scream came from the woods not far away. The sound was miserable and short, like a frightened hare that had stumbled into a hunter's trap.

Xing Qingfu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and continued to count down in a calm tone.

"One hundred and two, one hundred and nineteen, one hundred and eighteen..."

Apparently, someone hadn't watched their steps while hiding and had tripped over a trap. Perhaps it was a pit in the loose soil, a magical tentacle disguised as a tree root, or perhaps... the same hemp rope trap that Flat had stepped on before?

The other students had obviously heard the scream as well, and their movements in the woods became more cautious for a moment, but then—

"boom--!"

There was a sudden explosion, the leaves were rustling due to the shock wave, and several startled birds flapped their wings and rushed into the sky.

Some students quickly adjusted their strategy, using large-scale destructive magic to survey the terrain, attempting to remain hidden while ensuring the safety of the path ahead. Flames scorched fallen leaves, pulses of magical power swept through the grass, and even the crackling of frost could be heard as the ground froze.

Xing Qingyu listened to the noise, raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"...Very clever."

Indeed, using offensive magic to directly clear out potential traps is a good idea. The only problem is that doing so will not only consume magic power, but also expose your position.

Xing Qingfu didn't even need to look back. Just by the distance and fluctuation of the sound, he had already roughly determined the hiding direction of several students.

The noise in the forest lasted for a while, and then gradually quieted down, as if everyone realized the danger of continuing to make noise and turned to hiding in more secluded corners.