059, Refining the Heart

"A qualified warrior must be able to maintain his own combat effectiveness at any time, even when his limbs are bound. On the battlefield, you will wear thick armor and bear much more than this. Now, you must learn how to fight under restraint. The student number is the left side of the single number and the student number is the right side of the double number. Next, you must start fighting one-on-one to get used to the feeling of being bound."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Dracula."

Everyone turned around and saw Dai Lao stand up again. His eyes were coldly looking around, his mouth full of contempt was raised, and he said, "One to one is really unfair. Isn't it an insult to a genius like me?"

The students' eyes were immediately filled with surprise.

"Oh? Then what do you want?" Dracula said.

"I, one. I will only win after I knock down everyone. Otherwise, I will lose."

As soon as this statement was spoken, a fierce wave immediately aroused among the students. Dai Lao is indeed a genius, but this talent also makes him proud! Some of the students have long been unhappy about him, and now I can't even get angry when I see him looking down on him so much.

"Brother Dai Lao, please allow us to fight with you!"

Inselton knew Dai Lao's strength very well. At this moment, it would be better to surrender smoothly than to face him. Fert, who is also a supporting family, stood up quickly when he saw Inselton's action, and used his fat body to block the two of them. He laughed and said, "Come on! Let's see how the three of us defeated all of you! Come on!"

The snowflakes in the sky flutter. These pure white crystals made the idiot find a familiar feeling.

Cold and harsh. The difference between the strong and the weak is revealed so pale and so mercilessly...

"3 to 27, who do you think will win?"

On the side of the confrontation of martial arts arena, An Mie quietly opened his bloody eyes and stared at the expressionless idiot.

There were already a sound of fighting on the field. The battle with no weapons, just a fight between fists and feet was unfolding there. The idiot's eyes stared coldly at everything that happened on it, and the answer... seemed to have already appeared.

"This child is very in line with my appetite. He is ambition, arrogant, contemptuous of all living beings, a natural strong man, and a noble identity. To be honest, I really want to abandon you and find this child as my host~~~"

The battle ended, among the melodious snowflakes, three people stood and twenty-seven people lay down. The child in the middle of the standing side had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, looking down at the people under his feet in the posture of a strong man.

"If it were in the second era more than a thousand years ago, I'm afraid I would leave you without hesitation and throw myself into that child's arms? Hahahahahaha!"

The idiot looked at the scenes in front of him coldly, those who fell down, those who had no strength, those who had strength, even among children aged 11 or 12, this cruelty still did not have any kindness and kindness just because they were children.

Xue Tong glanced at the idiot, but the expression still did not change at all. An Mie secretly sneered and closed his eyes.

"The winner is decided! Mr. Goodes, no one will doubt you anymore with your strength. Keep it up, don't let it go, and believe that no one will surpass you before you graduate."

Dracula clapped his hands with approval, and he didn't even take a look at the other twenty-seven students under his feet. Since the battle just now, this person has set his goal. Instead of cultivating a group of so-called talents, it is better to cultivate a genius to be more successful!

Inselton shook his fist, which was slightly numb. The freckled student let out a sinister sneer behind Dai Lao. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction: "No, Mr. Durcula. There is still someone who has not lie down at the scene. Look, it's there. The person who always looks at this place with a pair of uncomfortable eyes. He also wears chains on his hands, and it seems he is eager to try~~~!"

Dailao raised his head and looked along Inselton's hand. There was a boy wearing a torn dress and only a long-sleeved coarse shirt under the snowy weather. He was holding a baby in his arms, and it was the way he held the baby, which reminded Dailao of the experience he had been insulted by this man six months ago.

"Oh, it's him? I didn't expect that he was still in this school."

Insleton observed his expression and immediately saw his contempt and hostility towards the idiot in Dai Lao's eyes, and immediately said in a flattering manner: "Young Master, do you want him to come up and have fun?"

Dai Lao sneered, stood in the middle of the field, holding his head proudly. The wind and snow seemed to be afraid of this superb boy, and could not help but bypass him and land. But on that side, these crystals came upon the child without any hesitation. It seemed... he had merged with the cold around him.

Dracula glanced at the idiot over there. To be honest, he really didn't like this dirty little devil to enter his class. However, if Dai Lao wanted to fight, he had no reason to refuse. From another perspective, it was also a good thing to let Dai Lao beat the beggar half to death and make him never dare to step into his sacred class again. Thinking of this, he waved to the idiot reluctantly and asked him to come over.

"You go and try it with the young master of the Goodsey family. You must learn from each other."

The idiot lowered his head, and his two eyes frozen by snowflakes quietly penetrated the white world and threw themselves towards Dai Lao on the field. After carefully weighing the chains on his hands and the other party's hands...

He took steps.

"Slow down."

Suddenly, Dai Lao spoke out to stop it. This stop made the idiot's raised footsteps hang in the air, and also made teachers Inselton, Fert and Durcula feel a little strange.

Fatty Felt: "Brother, don't you want to humiliate him? What are you waiting for?"

Dai Lao smiled coldly, his smile even more cold and bitter than the shrill north wind.

"Humiliation? Do you know what real humiliation is? What can really make the other party feel shame is not to defeat him on a platform, but to not even give him the other party the chance to appear, that is humiliation."

Dai Lao took a step forward, put on a stern face in the face of the idiot, and said sternly: "Who is the dirty and lowly man who allows you to step on this sacred martial arts competition? Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to stand on the same stage with me and compete with each other?"

The idiot raised his feet and shrank back. It's ok, the chains in the handcuffs made a slight sound as they moved.

"I won't fight you because you don't even have the qualifications to step on this stage. No, to be more correct, you don't even have the qualifications to enter this classroom. Since that's the case, why are you still here now? Why don't you get out of here?...get out!"

If you give the other party a chance, it may leave a trace of luck in the other party's heart. But if you don't even give the opportunity and just erase it, it is really a very sad way of humiliation. It is obvious that Dai Lao is doing this now. Moreover, he did it very appropriately, fully demonstrating his innate majesty and strength, making it difficult to find any rebuttal.

……refute?

The idiot turned around and silently walked into a world where there was already a layer of thin snow. Does he need to refute it? Or does it mean to him that the fight between verbal struggles have any meaning?

Gradually, the figure holding the baby slowly disappeared into the flying snow...

A hint of pleasure raised from the corner of Dai Lao's mouth. This condescending scolding made him feel more comfortable than hitting the beggar half dead with his own hands. Dracula next to him walked forward with great appreciation, kicked the body of a coma child at his feet, and patted Dai Lao's shoulder.

"You did a great job. From now on, you, Dalaugudeser, is the only student of my "blood curse master Dracula". All those who are hindering us have disappeared. I will continue to teach you about martial arts. These things were not taught until about fourteen years old, but I believe that you will understand them now."

Dracula took three students from Delau, Fert and Inselton to leave the martial arts venue, walked to the snow-covered corridor of the building next to it, and continued to start class.

"Mr. Goodse, your strength has reached the level of burning skills. Further up, it is the level of refining the heart. How much do you know about the strong men at this level?"

Dai Lao smiled slightly and replied: "I have read in books that this type of strong man can evolve the same martial arts taught by his teacher into his own things. Because it belongs entirely to himself and only himself is the most suitable, it is much stronger than pure burning skills."

Dracula smiled and nodded and continued, "That's right. There are so many kinds of people, there will be as many personalities as there are, and there will naturally be different ways of fighting. In most cases, when a person's strength reaches a certain level, he will naturally temper his own martial arts and integrate his personality into it. Master Gudesai, in my opinion, if you train with your personality like this, you should enter the realm of "king". From a historical perspective, in most cases, people at this level are above other personal martial arts skills, and they are the real strongest ones!"

Listening to the first half, Dai Lao's smile continued. However, when Dracula said the word "in the vast majority of cases", his face suddenly pulled down.
Chapter completed!