You dare to cultivate without money?!-Chapter 58 - 44 Flying Sword_2
58: Chapter 44 Flying Sword_2
58 -44 Flying Sword_2
But for the students from the three major schools, playing with flying swords isn’t a rare thing.
For example, the ten participants from their White Dragon High School this time around, each family has at least four or five flying swords.
In fact, from what he knows, Song Halong’s family even has an entire sword library with hundreds of flying swords, having played with them countless times already.
At the same time, besides those ‘not worth mentioning’, under Han Xingye’s Heavenly Eye Talisman vision, students with ‘rare’ and ‘elite’ ratings began appearing in the competition.
Han Xingye knew these were usually the top students from ordinary high schools or elite students from key high schools.
“Getting 30 or 40 points is already impressive.”
“Their mana control power is weak, and they’ve never played with flying swords.
If it weren’t for the quality of Jiutian’s flying swords, they probably wouldn’t hit a single signal plate.”
Thinking of this, Han Xingye was tempted to buy a Jiutian Mana Flying Sword.
At this moment, his gaze shifted slightly and finally saw a different rating among a pile of ‘not worth mentioning’, rare, and elite students.
Pure Score Slave
Han Xingye looked at the opponent’s school uniform, seemingly a student from Songyang High School.
In the arena, Qian Shen took a deep breath and slowly grasped the sheath of the flying sword in front of him.
The next moment, as he infused a burst of mana into it, the flying sword flew out with a swish.
This flying sword was entirely blade, without a hilt, and shot up like a beam of cold light, aiming at the signal plates in mid-air.
Although he hadn’t played much, Qian Shen had tried out his grandfather’s mana flying sword a few times.
At this moment, following the tips from his family teacher, he slowly infused mana into the sword sheath, controlling the flying sword to hit each signal plate by changing the pace of the mana injection.
72 points
Seeing his result for this round, Qian Shen exhaled slightly: “Not bad, should be able to explain.”
On the other side, Han Xingye took a glance at the 72 points, silently shaking his head: “Sigh, Songyang High School is an old key high school, but the students’ level gets worse with each year.”
“In the end, it’s because they remain stagnant, unwilling to learn advanced experiences from other schools, like the score caste system at Purple Cloud High School, or our school’s low-score slave system.
Without innovation in teaching methods, how can they keep up with the changing times…”
While Han Xingye was thinking this, another contestant with a special rating appeared.
In his eyes, Lian Tianji from Purple Cloud High School came onto the field with the words ‘Son of Heavenly Diligence’ above his head, swung his arm, and shot the flying sword out, scoring 90 points with a swoosh.
“Seems to be that Lian Tianji, the most compatible with the Heavenly Diligence Mental Method in this cohort of Purple Cloud High School.”
With more and more contestants taking the stage one after another, Han Xingye’s eyes darted around, seeing more and more special students.
A ‘son of a school director’ from Songyang High School just took the stage, scoring 78 points.
‘Ice Skin, Jade Bone’ Le Mulan from Purple Cloud High School scored 95 points, the highest so far, causing amazement across the venue as soon as he appeared.
As Han Xingye looked around, a woman suddenly caught his attention.
Sword Criticism (View Details)
“Oh?
A student from Songyang High School?”
Han Xingye looked at Bai Zhenzhen, who took the stage, knowing that those who can ‘unfold’ usually have complex backgrounds, representing unusual origins, strength, or talent, but didn’t expect one to appear among students from Songyang High School.
His gaze focused slightly, seeing a line of words unfolding above Bai Zhenzhen’s head.
Sword Critic | Fist Critic | Palm Critic | Blade Critic | Gun Critic | Medicine Critic | Score Overlord | Debt Slave | Card Slave | Useless Daoism Theory | Songyang Black | She’s very poor…
Seeing that list of evaluations that seemed endless even when spoken in one breath, Han Xingye was deeply shocked.
He never thought he would be shocked while watching a student from Songyang High School, only because the other person’s background was too complex, far beyond ordinary people.
However, in the next moment, his shock slightly subsided simply because the other person scored 34 points.
“Although I don’t know why the evaluation is so long, from this score, this girl is not worth mentioning.”
Soon, his attention was drawn away by Song Halong.
Before this main star from White Dragon High School took the stage, he took down his flying hair from the top of his head.
Zhang Yu, watching this scene, was surprised: “Whoa!
Bald in high school?”
Bai Zhenzhen returned to the resting area full of gloomy energy.
Hearing Zhang Yu’s surprise, she pointed out beside him: “That’s not a wig, that’s an external Spirit Root.”
“External Spirit Root?” Zhang Yu recalled, it seemed there was such a thing, but it was his first time seeing it in reality.
Bai Zhenzhen, envious, said: “This isn’t like those old versions of Spirit Roots at school.
These external Spirit Roots are plug-and-play, swap them whenever you want.
Yu Zi, remember, this is the birthday gift I want the most.”
Zhang Yu patted Azhen’s shoulder to comfort her: “I can’t buy an external Spirit Root, but I can provide baldness and a wig.”
Bai Zhenzhen rolled her eyes, then continued to stare at the wig that Song Halong placed on the chair, thinking about the possibility of taking it away without getting caught.
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When Song Halong got on stage, feeling the mana inside him operating like an extension of his limbs, a smile appeared on his lips.
Installing a Spirit Root is meant to enhance mana, causing a surge in mana?
What a poor person’s thought.
Song Halong’s only aim for installing an external Spirit Root is to train his control power over mana during the more intense mana breathing and refining process.
Only the weak would worry about the uncontrollable mana surge brought by spirit machines; for a strong person like me, this is the best training opportunity.
He grasped the sword sheath with one hand, and infused mana into his palm, then the flying sword shot out like lightning.
Han Xingye watched from below as his student controlled the flying sword as if manipulating lightning, cutting down 100 points in the blink of an eye, becoming the new highest score in the venue, a smug expression appearing on his face.
“100 points, only because the total score is 100.”
“With Song Halong’s abundant mana, intense control power, and proficiency with the flying sword, he was limited by the total score in this round.”
On the other side, when Bai Zhenzhen returned to the resting area, Teacher Yan’s gaze swept over her from time to time.
“Has Bai Zhenzhen only recently started practicing the competition content?
Her progress is fast, is it talent?
Or a coincidence?”
However, in Teacher Yan’s eyes, Bai Zhenzhen’s talent in mana still couldn’t compare to Zhang Yu’s.
After a brief moment, when Zhang Yu took to the stage, she looked forward to this student’s performance as well.
In the competition field, Zhang Yu lightly gripped the sword sheath, and as he slowly infused mana bit by bit, he felt the flying sword inside starting to tremble.
Back when he was watching from below the stage, Zhang Yu was contemplating how he could score high.
His current situation was like having flexible and intact hands, only for someone to come and say: Hey?
Strong finger control?
Then let me test you, operate the excavator in front of you to open the bottle cap, let’s see how well you can control your fingers.
Damn it, another unfair and unjust competition where the wealthy have an absolute advantage.
Zhang Yu internally grumbled.
“The flying sword feels to me like a drone or a quadcopter.
Even if my mana control power was precise, without having used it before, it would definitely not be easy to control smoothly.”
Thinking about maneuvering this flying sword back and forth to hit the small palm-sized signal plates in mid-air, Zhang Yu found it very challenging.
“So I can’t play with traditional flying swords…”
