Roland was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily, as if he had seen his prey: "There is in the warehouse. Before the game, we have to wear wooden protective gear."

"Afraid of being beaten and injured by group beatings?" asked the young man smoking.

"I'm afraid that I'll be too heavy to get you disabled."

The young man looked at Roland's confident and a little arrogant expression and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

The other students immediately showed a look of watching the show.

About fifteen minutes later, six people were lying on the cement site, howling and rolling around.

It hurts to hit people with wooden knives. Although there are protective gears, they still hurt.

The students standing around looked at Roland, all of whom looked admirable. They had already thought of dropping out of school, but now they have all been dispelled.

Several people wore protective gear, selected weapons, and took fourteen minutes to warm up.

It took Roland less than a minute to beat them.

The knife is fast and heavy.

But he didn't even sweat.

I made a profit by learning sword skills with such a master!
Chapter completed!