Chapter 176 - 170 Yuan Yue 2
Some of the trainees immediately looked towards Xu Ruoruo, who stood at the very front.
The longsword moved softly and gently, sometimes slowly, sometimes smoothly, as natural and harmonious as flowing water. At times, when the movements were quick, one could even hear the faint hissing sounds. It seemed she was not practicing swordsmanship, but dancing. The reflections from the silver sword tip left a trail of visual afterimages, forming what seemed to be a slender silver dragon coiling around her, occasionally emitting a light hum.
Lin Fei was actually not wrong; these fundamentals were indeed key to Dragon-Intent Swordsmanship, but the true standard was far from Xu Ruoruo’s current state. It required more stable and refined force. Of course, there weren’t such high demands for ordinary people.
Walking slowly along the edge of the formation, Lin Fei noticed a girl on the far left taking her moves particularly seriously. In such training, most people who had signed up had already left the training as enthusiasm and novelty waned, leaving only those who were relatively persistent. Having seen the instructor’s demonstration, they all wanted to learn well, but among them, some were only learning for the sake of looking good or to appear cool. Thus, among those present, really only two were there with the intention of learning swordsmanship.
Lin Fei had been observing these individuals since they first joined the club. One of them was this girl called Zhou Ting, and the other was a weak-looking young man of about eighteen or nineteen, wearing thick glasses and always having an intense look in his eyes. Both exhibited proficient movements when practicing the sword, evidently having spent extra time practicing after learning. Thus, Lin Fei naturally started focusing on these two.
Lin Fei still had some recollection of Zhou Ting, the girl he met while carrying out a mission for Shueisha, but he had no recollection of the other one.
"According to the Swordsmanship Club’s plan, it seems these promising seeds can be nurtured in advance." Lin Fei thought as he set his sights on Zhou Ting and the bespectacled young man named Ye Qing.
The group training continued until noon, ending around 11:30 am. The trainees returned their longswords with sore backs, leaving the Swordsmanship Club together, discussing how pointless they found today’s lessons and wondering how long it would take to reach the instructor’s level. Most were rather disheartened.
Only two were different from the rest.
Zhou Ting and Ye Qing both had ordinary, even unattractive, appearances.
Especially Ye Qing, with his thick glasses, frail figure, and an unclean face dotted with pimples, he kept others at arm’s length.