The Tianxuan Martial Arts School was enrolling students, with Chen Feng personally overseeing the process.
During this period, many people came to sign up every day.
Regarding the quality of students, after discussing with Li Kong and Grandpa Jin, the requirements were quite simple.
Age should not exceed thirty, with no criminal record.
They should not be descendants of major families.
The enrollment condition was a one-month trial.
If, after one month, one hadn't mastered the basics of any of the six martial arts techniques, they would not be admitted.
Some martial arts techniques are not suitable for everyone.
If it's not a good fit, forcing oneself to practice is just a waste of time.
After all, not everyone has a lifespan as long as Zhang Bowen's.
It's best to choose a technique that suits one's talent.
Liu Weiwei practiced martial arts every day, striving to increase her strength as much as possible.
Jin Youxi accompanied Chen Feng in interviewing prospective students.
The main tasks were verifying information and then giving the beginners' part of the technique to the applicant.
If they mastered the basics within a month, they could come to enroll.
If they couldn't grasp the basics, there was no need to return.
Chen Feng sat next to the enrollment office, eagerly awaiting a prompt from the system.
Finally, on the third day,
a thin young man with a buzz cut triggered the system prompt.
[Detected 100% compatibility with "Thirteen Deadly Swords".]
[Name: Zhao Bing.]
Chen Feng was immediately exhilarated.
"A male! Finally, a male one!"
"Ahem!"
"Finally, a male disciple."
Although Chen Feng was a hero of Great Xia,
there was one point for which he was often criticized.
That was the rumor that he only accepted female disciples.
Regarding this, Chen Feng felt truly wronged.
What could he do if he never encountered a suitable male disciple?
Now, this Zhao Bing could perfectly dispel this rumor.
However, seeing the young man's appearance made Chen Feng's heart twitch involuntarily.
The young man had several large scars on his face, almost covering his entire visage.
It made his countenance appear somewhat ferocious.
An instructor from the Wang family assigned to the enrollment office, looking at the information submitted by the young man, said in surprise,
"You're that martial arts fanatic from the Zhao family in the Divine Capital."
Zhao Bing replied neither humbly nor arrogantly,
"Yes."
Chen Feng hadn't expected this person to be from the former Zhao clan.
It's just that back then, the Divine Capital Zhao family had completely declined during the battle involving Zhang Bowen.
All eight Martial Ancestors of the clan died in battle.
The other clan members also failed to escape the aftermath of the Martial Saint-level combat.
In the end, only a few clan members survived.
However, the last bloodline of the Zhao family was still quite famous online.
People gave him the nickname "Martial Fanatic."
It was said he once practiced swordplay on the spot for seven days and seven nights, exhausting himself to the point of fainting.
He even made the news because of it.
The Wang family instructor asked,
"Your Zhao family has its own Heaven-tier technique, doesn't it?"
Zhao Bing also nodded without hesitation,
"That is true, but it doesn't quite suit me. I want to try other techniques."
Originally, Chen Feng had a rule for enrollment.
Those whose families possessed Heaven-tier techniques were not within the recruitment scope.
This was to leave opportunities for young people who had no access to Heaven-tier techniques.
Just as the Wang family instructor was about to refuse,
Zhao Bing hurriedly said,
"I know your rule."
"But I am willing to exchange my clan's technique, 'Golden Snake Swordplay,' for a chance."
His words immediately made the instructor look at Chen Feng.
Chen Feng hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise.
He stood up and walked over to Zhao Bing, saying,
"If you give the technique to us, we will teach it to students."
Zhao Bing looked up at Chen Feng and nodded firmly.
He was now the last male descendant of the Zhao family.
His father and elder brother had also died in the last opening of the Kunlun Mountains.
The Zhao family's sword technique was not suitable for him.
He practiced diligently every day, but it only increased his Qi and Blood value.
His comprehension of sword techniques was extremely slow.
Zhao Bing looked at Chen Feng and said,
"It's fine if it spreads. That's better than it being lost forever."
"I also want to thank Mr. Chen Feng for eliminating the foreign invaders of Kunlun Mountain and avenging my elder brother and father."
Chen Feng quite agreed with Zhao Bing's words.
Great Xia had many martial techniques and skills in the past.
It was precisely because they were not easily passed on, or were passed only to males, not females.
Also, each generation's master would hold back a crucial part, and if a master died suddenly before passing on that withheld part, the technique would be ruined.
All sorts of rules of hoarding one's treasures led to the eventual complete loss of many techniques.
Chen Feng looked at Zhao Bing and uttered his customary disciple-accepting line:
"I see you have extraordinary bone structure, a natural genius for practicing the sword."
"I happen to have a sword technique that suits you perfectly."
"Are you willing to become my disciple and learn the sword from me?"
Zhao Bing looked at Chen Feng, momentarily at a loss for words.
He naturally recognized Chen Feng, the hero of Great Xia.
At this moment, he just wanted to say that he was no sword prodigy.
He had practiced the Golden Snake Sword for over ten years.
To this day, he had only reached the third realm of martial arts, achieving minor success.
The further he went, the harder it was to comprehend.
The higher the realm of a technique, the faster the cultivation of Qi and Blood, and the greater the power of martial skills and moves.
Similarly, the lower the realm, the slower the cultivation of Qi and Blood, and the less power one could unleash from martial skills and moves.
Zhao Bing knew that at this rate, he would probably achieve little before he died.
If his martial realm couldn't be raised, it would hinder his later-stage Qi and Blood cultivation.
Often, diligence cannot compensate for lack of innate talent.
Especially when the direction is wrong, the more diligent one is, the more off-track one becomes.
Zhao Bing came to enroll at the Tianxuan Martial Arts School this time
because he wanted to try practicing palm or fist techniques instead.
Perhaps he was more suited to hand-to-hand combat.
He had watched Chen Feng's combat videos many times.
This time, he wanted to learn Chen Feng's martial techniques.
Especially that "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."
It really made his heart itch with eagerness.
However, Chen Feng was a full five years younger than him.
Becoming a disciple to someone younger than himself was somewhat awkward.
But for the sake of his martial path, Zhao Bing quickly overcame this slight embarrassment.
Bowing his head to Chen Feng, he said,
"Thank you, Master."
Zhao Bing planned to become a disciple first.
As long as Chen Feng became his master, even if he discovered Zhao Bing wasn't suited for sword techniques,
he could still learn other martial arts later.
[Disciple acceptance successful.]
[Acquired technique "Thirteen Deadly Swords".]
[Note! Once the disciple masters the basics of the technique, the master's comprehension realm of the technique will be elevated to "Unity of Heaven and Man".]
Another martial art acquired.
Chen Feng immediately laughed heartily.
"Zhao Bing, right? Let's go practice the sword technique now."
Having waited for three days, he didn't want to keep waiting bitterly at the enrollment office.
He might as well first practice the sword technique to the "Unity of Heaven and Man" realm.
As the two walked towards the Tianxuan Martial Arts School, which was still under renovation, they began to chat.
"What's your current cultivation level?"
Zhao Bing answered honestly:
"Top-level Martial Artist, Qi and Blood value 1,292 points."
"Also the tenth place in the Divine Capital Top Martial Artist Competition."
Chen Feng was surprised.
He hadn't expected this disciple to have some skill.
The upper limit for a Top-level Martial Artist's Qi and Blood value is 1,600 points.
To achieve tenth place at the city level with just over 1,200 points was a quite impressive result.
Being exactly tenth place also qualified him for the provincial-level competition.
However, there were still half a month until the provincial competition.
Chen Feng didn't know how far Zhao Bing could progress by then.
"The sword technique I'm about to teach you is called the Thirteen Deadly Swords."
"First, watch me demonstrate it once."
Chen Feng also drew out his own Chixiao Sword, reciting the incantation while demonstrating the sword technique.
Zhao Bing was, after all, a swordsman himself.
With a single glance, he could tell that Chen Feng was very unfamiliar with this sword technique as he practiced it.
He couldn't help but feel some doubt about this master of his.
However, more of his attention was focused on the sword technique itself.
He was inwardly astonished by the sophistication of the Thirteen Deadly Strikes.
Utterly relentless, a path of no return, almost every move was a lethal killing blow.
The thirteen strikes flowed together in a continuous sequence.
It was a completely different type from the Golden Serpent Sword Art he practiced.
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