"This is a unique secret!" An Jie grinned.

When the bald man said this, Rick became interested and said, "Let me tell me."

"A human body is like a cup, and the water in the cup is equivalent to Dou Qi. The stronger the strength, the larger the cup, and the more Dou Qi it can accommodate." An Jie said with a simple metaphor: "What you should do next is to compress the water in the cup, make the Dou Qi more refined, and can also accommodate more Dou Qi."

"What do I want to do?" Rick was ready to try.

"No hurry to do this, you have to take it slowly. First, gather the fighting spirit on the blade." An Jie said.

Rick immediately did it, and the dark attribute fighting spirit like black smoke filled the attacking sword.

"The next step is to let the Dou Qi press tightly against the sword without intervals." An Jie continued: "This is very difficult and it tests the proficiency of using Dou Qi."

The bald man turned around and said, "After practicing for a few days, you should be able to put a thin layer of black mist on the sword, but this level is not enough. Until you can attach all your fighting spirit to the sword blade like I did just now, you will be half successful."

"What should I do next?" Rick asked.

"Boy, don't be too ambitious. You can practice the step of fighting qi attaching sword first. Finally, just make sure that the sword light you swung will not dissipate in the air." An Jie said with his eyes closed.

"Like this?" The bald man turned around and found that the sword body of Qiang Xueliang was surrounded by black fighting spirit.

A black light flashed. An arc-shaped sword light flew into the distant sky, disappeared before the two of them and did not dissipate.

"Impossible, how did you do this?" An Jie said with an incredible look on his face.

Rick laughed inwardly and thought, "Isn't this the key to the third style of the Demon Sword Technique to draw the sword? I've long been familiar with this method of compressing the fighting spirit."

An Jie pondered: "The sword just now consumed more than half of the fighting spirit in his body, and the effect was also good. The fighting spirit did not dissipate in mid-air. It seems that you don't need to train any more when compressing the fighting spirit."

Looking at Rick with a giggle, An Jie asked incomprehensiblely: "This is what you realized in the fight between monsters?"

"That's right." Rick said, scratching his head.

An Jie sighed softly and said to himself: "The students are more talented than the other..."

Rick chuckled and said, "Isn't this good?"

The bald man looked at him angrily and said, "It's good, but it's so bad. I thought I had been practicing the mentor for a whole year before I could achieve the results you just now. Alas. I don't know how long it will take for you, a kid, to empty my unique skills."

"Hey, you are also a high-level swordsman, okay?" Rick said, looking at the bald man's unenergized appearance.

"Boy, you've taught me a lesson." An Jie was about to punch, and Rick quickly flashed backwards.

He wiped his big bald head and said, "Since you can compress your fighting spirit well, then go directly to the next stage of training."

"You are still impressed by my sword just now."

Rick nodded honestly, but cursed in his heart: "If you slow down your fighting spirit for another second, I will be sliced ​​by you."

"Can you retract and release the fighting spirit freely? It is also a manifestation of strength. Release can make the fighting spirit in your body suddenly explode and give the enemy a fatal blow; retract can avoid unnecessary loss of fighting spirit and better preserve combat effectiveness." An Jie looked at Rick seriously and said, "Now, liberate your fighting spirit in your body!"

Rick felt the pores of his body open, and strands of black Dou Qi drilled out of his skin. After a while, his whole body was covered in black clouds.

"It's too slow! And you made a fatal mistake." The bald man cursed loudly.

An Jie's loud voice was not a frank reputation. When he roared, Rick was shocked and lost his spiritual connection with the black cloud floating beside him. After a while, the black magic power disappeared with the wind.

Seeing this, An Jie sighed and said, "Oh, I really don't know how to say hello to you. Why is the Dou Qi compressed well, but I can't control it?"

Rick smiled awkwardly.

"Listen, stinky brat. The explosion of fighting spirit is to give the enemy an unexpected attack. In this way, even if you are a six-star swordsman, you can defeat the six-star swordsman in one move. But you must be sure to do it. If you fail, you may face an extremely dangerous situation where the fighting spirit is completely empty. Therefore, the explosion of fighting spirit is a desperate act."

"But you made three fatal mistakes just now." An Jie stretched out three fingers and said, "First, the speed of the explosion of fighting spirit is too slow, and the enemy will see at a glance that you are ready to use your entire fighting spirit, so that the other party will be on guard."

"Second... Bastard, do you think it's very handsome to wrap the Dou Qi around your whole body? Didn't you notice that your vision ahead is blocked by the black Dou Qi? Bastard, I told you to liberate Dou Qi, which means you want to condense Dou Qi on the sword, not to create clouds!"

Rick smiled bitterly.

"As for the third thing, remember, never let your fighting spirit lose control. When the fighting spirit is highly compressed, you suddenly break your mental connection, and it is very easy to explode and hurt yourself. Fortunately, you just released your fighting spirit, otherwise you will have no bones left now."

Rick smiled bitterly and cursed: "You are suddenly scared by your bastard."

"In addition, remember to suck the extra fighting energy back into your body. It is quite time-consuming to recover this thing. You must save money in battle." An Jie reminded.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Rick said impatiently.

The bald man glanced at him and said, "Okay, today's special training ends here. You go back and practice well, try to use the most fighting spirit as fast as possible. This can also train your fighting spirit. Maybe you can advance to the seventh-level swordsman before the freshman competition."

Rick cheered and hurried back to his room.

An Jie smiled, thinking that the iron beasts felt tired after practicing for a whole day.

Back in the room. Rick, who had washed away all his sweat, changed into a new set of clothes and was lying comfortably on the bed.

Michelle walked in, looking at Rick, who was so tired that his fingers couldn't move, and smiled and said, "Oh, I've worked so hard as soon as school started."

Rick was too lazy to glance at him, stared at the ceiling, and said, "Why do you look so relaxed?"

Michel sat cross-legged on the bed and laughed, "That's because your mentor is a big pervert. Like my mentor, I didn't care much. On the way, I left Mingx and ran to drink with Phirus and Diego."

"You are a great genius, not something that a mortal like me can compare to." Rick said lightly.

Michelle threw herself on Rick's bed, patted his thighs, and said, "Hahaha. Don't be discouraged."

After being kicked out of bed by Rick, Michel heard him say, "I think you are the big pervert."

So Michelle lay down on the bed with a dejected look.

"Mihael, will you participate in the freshman competition?" Rick asked suddenly as he looked up at the ceiling.

"Of course. To be honest, I'm really not interested in this boring game. However, my father refused to let me go. Since I came to Munks, I had to work harder than twice the usual effort. The freshman competition is a good opportunity to hone my skills." Mihair said helplessly.

"This guy didn't know that in order not to lose his face, I have been working very hard..." Mihair murmured.

He looked at the somewhat melancholy Michelle Rick and smiled and said, "What if we meet in the game?"

Mihair sat up, clenched his fists and said seriously: "Don't expect me to let go. Then I will definitely beat you, a guy who is ignorant of the world."

Rick smiled heartily and said indifferently: "Okay, okay, please give me some advice."

"I will tell you with my strength that there is a gap between swordsmen and great swordsmen." Michel said proudly.

Rick didn't bother with him, so he covered his head with a quilt and fell asleep.

...

In the days before the start of the freshman competition, Rick seized the training of himself every minute and every second, and exhausted his entire body of magic every day. Then he quietly waited for it to recover. After more than a week of cultivation, Rick improved his strength and received the medal of the seventh-level swordsman. However, when he thought that freshmen of the same grade as him were basically at the Great Swordsman level, Rick was still unable to be excited, although he was already a high-level swordsman now.

"Today, it's time to find that woman named Elena." Rick thought that after all, she was her magic tutor and she would definitely get her guidance before the freshman competition.

When I came to the Magic Academy again, I could only see a few thin figures on the street. Rick couldn't help but think: "Does these magicians like to huddle in their rooms for research?"

Thinking that he was an otaku in the past, Rick suddenly felt that he was not qualified to comment on others.

"Ah, you're... Kyle right?" The girl's voice interrupted Rick's thoughts. She looked down and found that it was Grey.

Rick followed the same path to the seventh floor of the tower and met a little girl with cute twin ponytails in the stairwell.

"Grey, is Elena in the room?" Rick found that he particularly liked to touch the beloved Grey's head.

"Yeah, here, I'm going to take the potion class, let's go first." Grey didn't see him, letting Rick's big hand press on his head, and said obediently.

Retracting his right hand, Rick nodded, said goodbye to Grey, and knocked on the door of Elena's room.

"Enter." Elena's faint voice came from the door.

Rick pushed the door and suddenly saw her leaning lazily on the chair, wearing a miniskirt and white thighs, and she couldn't help feeling the nose bleeding tended to be soaring.

Erina changed her feet indifferently, looked at Rick with a embarrassed look and said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Rick lowered his head, trying his best not to see the seductive white and tender thighs.

Elena looked at Rick with interest, deliberately provocatively thrust her breasts and asked, "Are you shy?" After that, her white and tender hands giggled against her mouth.

Looking at her smiling tremblingly, Rick said to himself: "Oh my God, is this what a teacher should do?"

After coughing seriously, Rick said seriously: "Teacher Elena, the freshman competition will be in a few days. I hope to get the guidance of the tutor." He deliberately reread the five words "Teacher Elena" to remind her of her identity.

Elena sighed boredly and agreed, "It is the tutor's unshirkable responsibility to guide students."

She sat up again, looked at Rick, and said seriously: "Now the magic of dark attributes is almost ignored. Many people think that its magic has no practical effect, but in fact it is not the case."

"You are a dark attribute magic swordsman. Although you are still a seventh-level swordsman, if you take advantage of the element attributes, you may be able to shine in the freshman competition."

Rick thought he was not wrong.

Elena opened the magic book on the table, poked her finger on the yellow paper, and said, "There are many tribes of dark magic, the largest of which is the necrotic magic. However, although spiritual magic is very powerful, it is extremely cruel. For humanitarian reasons, major countries have driven out necrotic magicians. However, there are also madmen who are determined to pursue power, but most of them have been eliminated by the arbiters of the Church of Light."

Looking up at Rick, Elena said lightly: "The magic of dark attributes is very domineering, such as this simple magic decomposition bomb."

She stretched out her white index finger and pointed ahead. The magic of dark attribute gathered into a ball of black marble-sized size at her fingertips, and then fired it out.

The candlelight on the table was hit by the decomposition bomb and was instantly swallowed by the dark magic power. When the decomposition bomb disappeared, the candlestick was not even ashes left.

"Decomposition bullets can even swallow steel, which is simple and practical. You can also emit it with your elemental fighting spirit, try it." Elena said.

Rick, as she looked, stretched out his index finger on his right hand and pointed to another candlestick that was not lit. The black magic gathered at his fingertips and gradually became a spherical shape.

"It's very simple, isn't it?" Elena smiled faintly when she saw this.

Rick was a little excited. This was his first time to release his magic and succeed. However, as he was about to eject the decomposition onto the candlestick in order to detect its power, John's nervous voice suddenly came from his mind.

"Bastard, do you really treat yourself as a dark-attribute magic swordsman? That is not a decomposition bomb, but a demonic flame. When hitting the candlestick, it will definitely not be the result of decomposition, it will only burn."

When Rick heard this, his heart tightened and quickly dispelled his magic power, thinking that he was too careless.

Fortunately, Elena didn't see any clues, she just thought that he had failed to concentrate on fighting.

"Just practice a few more times. Here is a magic book about dark attributes. Take it and try to learn two moves before the game." Elena pulled out a black-skinned magic book from the bookcase behind her and handed it to Rick.

Rick was already sweating profusely at this time. Under the subtle influence of others, he really couldn't remember his identity as a demon clan, but lived as a dark-attributed demon swordsman.

He didn't dare to go and wanted to see if Elena saw through the magic flames, could he escape from this academy?

After all, Rick is already a member of the demon clan. Even if Elena lets him go in love with teachers and students, she can't escape the pursuit of the arbitrator of the Light Church who specifically eliminates the heresy.

After taking the magic book, Rick thanked him and said, "Teacher, you are busy, the student will leave in advance." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!