Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

"I am the instructor of your team eight. You can call me Pierre. As you can see, I am not from Luofu. I come from another galaxy far away." A scarred man stood upright in the center of the recruit training ground.

"The training for new recruits lasts for one month. During this month, I will only arrange the most basic content. It is up to you whether you want to practice or not. If you die on the battlefield, it will not be my business."

Mo Feng listened attentively to the instructor who spoke rudely.

He had made up his mind before this, and all this was within his psychological predictions.

"Let's start assigning training items now. This will be the basic Yunqi swordsmanship class. Everyone will receive a training sword." Pierre said.

The so-called training swords are actually tattered. It’s not that Luofu has no equipment, but some self-righteous immortals are deliberately trying to disgust the short-lived ones.

"I'll only demonstrate it once - watch carefully -" Pierre performed a sword dance as gracefully as if he was dancing, which reduced Mo Feng's original expectations to negative.

Swordsmanship is like dancing, how ridiculous! Do you have to rely on such fancy swordsmanship to charm those evil creatures on the battlefield?

Mo Feng felt that the sword skills in his mind were not as suitable as before.

Mo Feng was born with the ability to use sword, but until now, he has never practiced it.

After the graceful sword dance, everyone applauded, except Mo Feng. Pierre seemed to enjoy the atmosphere and happily continued the sword dance for a while longer.

"Practice like this!" Pierre ordered.

Mo Feng helplessly imitated the clumsy Yunqi sword technique, which really felt like learning a dance.

No sword technique follows a set routine. Swords are famous for their versatility. Rigid sword skills are like a hot pot without chili peppers, which loses the soul of the sword. What are you thinking about? What is hot pot?

After a day of dance training, Mo Feng felt exhausted.

The food we eat is of the lowest quality, just enough to fill us up, but that's all.

"Mo Feng, you are the laziest in training today, but I won't interfere. Anyway, it's you who will die on the battlefield, not me." Pierre summarized the day.

I don't even want to learn this idiotic sword technique.

Mo Feng had wanted to say this to his face a long time ago, but Mo Feng, who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, was no longer the naive person he used to be, and of course he would not be so reckless.

The next day we trained as usual, but we had a training match at the end to test the results of the training.

Although Pierre will not care whether these people train seriously or not, he will still give them scores, and the scores will affect the salaries of these recruits and will also be one of the criteria for judging future Yunqi.

The results of training matches also account for a large proportion of the overall results.

Mo Feng’s opponent is the captain of team eight - Lei Ze.

This is an extremely unfair duel in itself. Mo Feng's small body is only half the height of Lei Ze. Others who come to watch the fight will think that Lei Ze can knock Mo Feng away with just a flick of his head.

But in the Yunqi Camp, there is no concern for fairness or unfairness. Only the winner can obtain glory. There is only competition, no fairness, or in other words, fairness is snatched away.

Just like this somewhat sick society.

"Mo Feng, surrender. I'm afraid I might accidentally kill you." Lei Ze made no secret of his contempt for Mo Feng.

This is normal. Anyone would think that Lei Ze has the absolute upper hand. Lei Ze thinks that letting Mo Feng surrender is for Mo Feng's good.

"Let's begin." Mo Feng raised the broken sword. From the moment he joined Yunqi to find the meaning of life, there was no turning back. His life and death depended on this sword.

"You are so brave, but unfortunately you don't know the current situation." Lei Ze was no longer polite and performed the Yunqi sword technique. Even though it was a dancing sword technique, its power should not be underestimated when great strength was used to create miracles.

Mo Feng felt that the figures around him were disappearing rapidly, and only Lei Ze was left. The roar of the battlefield and the roar of guns and cannons filled his ears. It was a familiar, yet somewhat strange feeling.

Mo Feng subconsciously swung the sword in his hand without any warning, feeling like a swordsman who was independent from the world, even though he had never practiced this type of sword skills. No - this was his first time holding a sword in actual combat.

He directly slashed upwards to block Lei Ze's heavy sword and cleverly relieved the force. Because Lei Ze's sword technique was wide-ranging, it made it easier to relieve the force.

While Lei Ze was still in shock, Mo Feng began to use his sword skills as swiftly as a rabbit. He was as agile as a snake, his figure as ghostly as a ghost, and every sword move was approaching the vital points.

Heart, throat, head, upward chop, downward cut, horizontal slash, every sword was so precise as if it was a cheat. It was hard to believe that this was a ten-year-old child. Lei Ze was exhausted from defense and was completely passive. He could only wait for Mo Feng to run out of energy.

But Mo Feng seemed to have taken drugs and showed no signs of being tired at all.

In the end, Lei Ze couldn't hold on any longer. Due to a moment of carelessness, he didn't hold his sword tightly, and Mo Feng lifted it up lightly, and then stabbed him in the throat with a sword. Of course, he didn't stab him, but death was at hand. If Mo Feng wanted to, this sword would be enough to kill him and make him an undead under the sword.

"This match, Lei Ze wins." Pierre pronounced. "Mo Feng gets zero points."

Eh? Before everyone could recover from the fact that Mo Feng had defeated the captain so easily, Instructor Pierre made his judgment.

Lei Ze actually won? Anyone with eyes knows that Mo Feng was beating Lei Ze.

Lei Ze didn't have the strength to fight back until the very end. Whenever he could display his powerful sword skills, they would be easily resolved by Mo Feng. Mo Feng's sword was always aimed at his vital points, making it extremely difficult to defend against it.

"Mo Feng did not perform the Yunqi sword technique, so he was directly judged to be in violation. Do you have any objection?" Pierre explained, looking at Mo Feng with contempt.

The previous rules did not emphasize the need to use the Yunqi sword technique!

Everyone was speaking up for Mo Feng. Their thoughts were simple: only the strong deserve respect, and Mo Feng's strength had already won their recognition.

But what he gained was Mo Feng's calm words: "I understand, instructor."

"You don't seem convinced?" Pierre said with a smile. Obviously, Mo Feng had suppressed his anger, and anyone with a discerning eye would probably keep quiet if they saw Mo Feng like this, but Pierre just couldn't stand Mo Feng. He still remembered that Mo Feng didn't applaud him yesterday, so of course he had to make things difficult for him.

"Mo Feng is convinced." Mo Feng did not argue and left the training ground.

I have suffered all kinds of injustices, but this time is relatively light.

This is how the world is, forcing you to go with the flow and be corrupted by the world. If you have a little bit of personality and are a little bit arrogant, you will have to pay the price for it.

In front of the so-called truth under the gun, you must lower your proud head and obey the established rules of the game. Unless - you can create the truth.

But Mo Feng only believed in strength. At least he proved with his actions that Pierre's Yunqi swordsmanship was just a useless skill and his own swordsmanship was the real deal.

The rich evil creature will not wait for you to chop it with a heavy sword. Only by using agile and changeable sword skills can you gain the upper hand against the rich evil creature which is known for its vitality.