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Last night's Spicy One-Pot Dish was a great success, so much so that Lindu couldn't imagine it. When he stepped out of the house in the morning, everyone who saw him greeted him with "Good morning, Brother!" or "Hello, Chef Lin!"
Lin's Special Training class had gained quite a reputation. Aside from Lüliang, Lin was the most popular, and discussions about Lindu surpassed those about Lüliang.
In just one night, Lin became a celebrity in the Summer Training Program.
After breakfast, the students gathered together. Following their usual schedule, they ventured deep into the forest for physical training and environmental combat training.
Fatty Chen was among them. Having a foundation from the martial arts courses, Fatty adapted quickly to the training and soon showcased his combat talent after getting somewhat familiar with it.
On the other hand, Lin was a headache for everyone. He had no foundation in martial arts courses, making environmental combat training quite challenging for him.
More importantly, Lin lacked basic training, which was not essential for him at this stage.
For such situations, the bearded Bai Quexin was well-prepared. He kept Lin and a few other students behind. Students like Lin, who had special issues, were not unheard of but were relatively few in number.
Bai Quexin assigned Big Cat Senior to lead those students for separate basic training; they belonged to a category where their skills were severely below standard.
Lin was left alone to be taught directly by Bai Quexin.
"Teacher Bai, how are we going to practice?"
Lin warmed up by moving his wrists and neck, thinking that Bai Quexin would only teach him some combat techniques.
However, Bai Quexin looked at Lin with a strange smile and said, "To know where your flaws lie, we need to conduct a comprehensive Test on you..."
"Test? How do we test?" Lin frowned slightly as he recalled the machines from the Star League Examination.
"The best way to test is through combat! Come on, unleash your abilities and attack me; let me see where your flaws really are!"
Waving his hand, Bai Quexin still stood there with his arms crossed, grinning in a carefree manner.
This attitude displeased Lin Dawei, but there was nothing he could do; after all, Bai was the teacher. He had no choice but to summon his Inner Qi and assume the stance for the Bone-Softening Palm.
"Teacher Bai, I'm going to strike!"
"Go ahead, use all your strength, don't hold back!"
As he spoke, Lin had already moved. He charged straight at Bai Quexin, his Bone-Softening Palm charged with power. He believed that once he landed a hit, even Bai Quexin would be at a disadvantage.
Looking at Bai Quexin again, he still maintained that same demeanor, showing no signs of movement.
Although Lin Xin felt some doubt, he only brushed it aside and did not stop. The distance closed quickly, and Lin reached out his palm, swinging it toward Bai Quexin's chest.
With less than ten centimeters between his palm and the chest, Lin's lips curled into a smile.
Suddenly, Bai Quexin's strange grin widened. He slightly spread his legs and turned his body with a twist, effortlessly dodging Lin's palm without any extra movement.
Lin, having overexerted himself, lost control of his body and stumbled forward. He staggered several steps before managing to steady himself. Just as he regained his balance, he heard Bai Quexin's voice beside him.
"Young man, you can't be like this..."
Lin Xin was taken aback; how could this bearded man move so quickly? When did he get behind him?
Fortunately, this was just a test. If it had been a real fight, Lin would have likely been hit hard or even seriously injured.
As thoughts raced through his mind, Bai Quexin made his move. With a gentle push forward, the unsteady Lin was sent tumbling to the ground in a disheveled heap.
"Getting distracted during a fight will cost you your life sooner or later..."
Hearing Bai Quexin's slightly mocking words, Lin felt a surge of anger. He flipped over, his gaze had turned cold and unusually focused as he shouted, "Come again!"
"Sure, let's go again!"
With a smile, Bai waved at Lin, still maintaining that carefree demeanor, shaking his legs as he stood in place.
This time, Lin summoned all his strength and charged at Bai Quexin, but the result was the same; Lin was once again thrown to the ground in a disheveled heap.
[Ink Projection] activated!
Unwilling to give up, Lin charged forward again. This time he even mimicked Bai Quexin's movements, but the outcome remained unchanged—he found himself sprawled on the ground once more.
Against an opponent whose strength surpassed Lin's comprehension, the effect of [Ink Projection] was not as pronounced. Although he prepared to turn after being thrown off balance, Bai Quexin was faster and more precise!
Lin angrily pounded the ground. He knew Bai Quexin was strong, but it shouldn't be impossible to touch him.
After getting up once more, Lin revealed [Willow Whisper] in his hand. He had been pushed to the point of using his true strength—[Left-Handed Blade] at grade A—executed with flair.
Seeing the silver thread-like blade technique, Bai Quexin's eyes lit up. "So this is what they call your strongest swordsmanship, Martial Arts?"
"Whether it's strong or not, you'll know once you try!"
With a roar, Lin charged at Bai Quexin again, the silver blade light drawing a line as it slashed toward Bai.
To Lin's surprise, this time Bai Quexin did not turn to evade; instead, he smiled and said, "Alright then, let me see just how skilled your swordsmanship really is!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the blade's aura had already arrived, demonstrating the speed of Lin's sword technique.
Bai Quexin remained unhurried, extending two fingers. What appeared to be an incomprehensible sword technique to ordinary people seemed laughable to him, like a child playing with toys.
With a "whoosh," the silver-thread-like blade aura abruptly halted, creating a gust of wind that fluttered Bai Quexin's collar, causing it to tremble continuously.
He simply smiled lightly, with the tip of Willow Whisper poised between his fingers.
After a moment of shock, Lin's expression grew increasingly grim. He exerted force to retract Willow Whisper, but after several attempts, it was futile; Willow Whisper seemed glued to Bai Quexin's fingers.
At this moment, Lin Xin felt resentment. This was no test; it was clearly a way to toy with him.
Through Bai Quexin's display, Lin was certain that his strength surpassed that of Dream Source. He must be a level 40 or 50 expert; the gap between them was too vast. If he didn't resort to desperate measures, he probably wouldn't even touch the hem of Bai Quexin's clothing.
"I'm not fighting anymore! What kind of test is this? It’s utterly useless except for making me fall flat on my face!"
In a fit of frustration, Lin released the hilt and threw down his weapon in defeat!
Bai Quexin had long anticipated this reaction. He chuckled softly and casually tossed Willow Whisper back into Lin's hands, then stroked his beard with a proud expression.
"Who said it was useless? If you fight me, I'll know exactly what your current flaws are!"
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