"One-eyed golden eyes, Chu Zihang, have you seen such a mixed race before?" Caesar asked Chu Zihang, but his eyes were staring at the boy confronting the principal.

"You have never seen the heir to the Gattuso family before, ask me?" Chu Zihang asked back.

"His golden and black strange eyes reminded me of the strange eyes that my uncle had raised before. I remember that in the end it seemed that my stallion father used to please a Victoria's Secret angel who was as tall as his." Caesar's thoughts gradually deviated.

Chu Zihang's mouth twitched. Does this guy's head grow slanted? Who cares if your father has stole your uncle's cat soaked in horses? Isn't the focus now that Shen Zifan and the principal's drill battle?

"What kind of monster is this newborn?" someone exclaimed.

The situation on the field changed qualitatively. First, Shen Zifan completely gave up defense, and changed from one defense and one attack to a two-sword attack, while Anger became the one who was defending. He flashed and blocked Shen Zifan's attack again and again with a folding knife.

Shen Zifan was getting faster and faster, and the two swords in his hand turned into two afterimages, as fast as lightning and as thunder; his golden left pupil kept searching for Anger's figure, leaving golden traces condensed into substance in the air.

In addition to the few classmates present, more people could not even see Shen Zifan's attack trajectory, and only knew that this freshman was constantly swinging his sword and slashing.

Anger's figure on the field disappeared directly, leaving only a faint shadow. The movement limit that the human eye can distinguish is about 0.1 second, and the object movement can't be distinguished by the naked eye when it breaks through this threshold, so there are actually not many things that people can see, such as the flashing frequency of 50 Hz household lamps, and the refresh rate of the smartphone screen.

Angers' speed obviously had exceeded the threshold, which was the speed of breaking through the limits of human beings. In other words, the old man had turned the entire swordsman into his realm world. In this world, he broke through the constraints of time, and the effect of time passing on him decreased exponentially.

"The principal actually used his word spirit!"

"This is the No. 84 Speech No. 84, which is said to work for the Dragon King. Time Zero? So fast!"

"Not fast... it's for the principal, we're all too slow."

Yes, in front of that ghostly old man, they were all too slow. The only one who could barely touch the edge of that field was the boy with a strange-eyed swaying sword on the field.

Suddenly, the boy on the field stopped, his swords suddenly stopped in the air, and his whole body remained motionless, like a movie scene with a pause button pressed.

His white kendo obedience began to be dyed red from his left chest, and the rich color instantly stained a quarter of his kendo uniform.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to move, but that he can’t move.

The tip of a folding knife had pierced into his chest, and when he went forward three points, his heart would be directly pierced!

Anger, holding the folding knife, then appeared, as if he had appeared out of thin air. He smiled at Shen Zifan, whose life was threatened but his expression remained unchanged.

"Mature swordsman." Anger commented, and pulled out the folding knife that stabbed Shen Zifan's chest.

"Thank you, principal, I'm willing to give you a chance." Shen Zifan received it and frowned slightly at 90 degrees. The frown was not because he could not accept the result of defeat, but because he bent down and teared the wound, it was really unbearable.

If you should say it, the old guy is very ruthless!

"If this is just a kendo drill, it would be a bit too out of line to hurt you. It would be more appropriate to say that it is a kendo duel between swordsmen, a duel with blood and sword skills exchange." Anghe said, "In his words, Shen Zifan was infinitely raised, and even placed on his equal position.

Although he let go of water and released a lot of it in the battle, the boy in front of him was indeed the most powerful newcomer he had seen in recent decades, and it is worth looking forward to!

"Thank you, Principal, for your love." Shen Zifan bowed again, and Anger accepted it calmly.

Many people think this is just a wonderful kendo drill, but both of them know very well that this is a kendo senior's support to the juniors of kendo, a fair battle, and a handover of inheritance.

"Does the wound affect the next class?" Angers asked with concern.

"It doesn't affect it, class is important." Shen Zifan responded with a smile, but he felt deeply complaining in his heart.

I'm afraid of affecting the class and still do it so hard. Old man, you are not ethical about martial arts!

Kassel Academy is really here right. You have to work hard to practice in the future and strive to have the chance to beat this old sword saint to a bruised face in the future. That situation must be very majestic!

Thunderous applause came from the sword hall, and it was given to the victorious principal and Shen Zifan, who was still glorious even though he was defeated.

Shen Zifan returned to his original position, without saying or indicating, the crowd automatically set a channel for him.

This is the majesty and treatment of the strong. Kassel Academy always respects the strong!

"A very exciting and passionate battle!" Caesar slapped Shen Zifan on the shoulder, because he stood on Shen Zifan's left, which was naturally Shen Zifan's left shoulder.

"I thank you!" Shen Zifan's shoulder was slapped and his teeth were grinning and the wound was pulled so painful.

"You are walking in front of me." Chu Zihang looked at Shen Zifan's swordsman's half dyed red, and then stared at Shen Zifan's two golden and black pupils.

If he had the opportunity to challenge the principal, he and Caesar would definitely compete to register, but Shen Zifan had made this move before them. The freshman was very brave and deserved his courage.

Angers began to give a lecture, and began to split and review the moves of Shen Zifan and his, and then introduced the stories of kendo from ancient times to the present, both at home and abroad, and spread a vivid picture of kendo history in front of the students.

The students were fascinated by Anger's teaching, and Shen Zifan was not the same. Anger smiled and gave a lecture. His vicissitudes of eyes stayed on each student's face for a moment. Shen Zifan naturally looked at him again for a moment.

Anger, who was giving lectures, was gentle and elegant, and Anger, who was fighting, had the most say.

It was a rebellious lion. It was very old and covered with bruises, but it still had the sharpest minions and the most rapid body. It had a flame of revenge in its heart and bright red blood on its mouth.

Principal, you must have something you want to cut off when you are so powerful.

Angers was drifting in his lecture. He thought of his old friends and comrades, his opponents who had fought with him and fell down one by one, and the person who had changed his life - Menek Kassel.

That was his relative like his elder brother.

Angers' thoughts returned to reality. He looked at Shen Zifan when he was sweeping towards the students. He saw clearly that the young man stood in the most inconspicuous corner of the crowd, as if waiting for his gaze to look at him, even if it was only a moment.

What about you, Shen Zifan? What kind of path will you take to carry what kind of fate? What kind of thing you have to cut open? What kind of strength is the end for you?
Chapter completed!