Yuan Yuan still maintained a dignified and calm expression, simply nodding earnestly.
Such good students.
Huai Shi smiled contentedly, reached out, and patted their heads. Then, he took the Mountain Monarch's Giant Sword from Yuan Yuan's hands. "This, lend it to for a mont."
Noticing the touch from soone else, the White Tiger residing within the sword blade opened its eyes and roared in fury.
However, as Huai Shi flicked his wrist, the sword blade let out a ta cry, becoming as gentle and lodious as a Little Cat.
Easily subduing the Mountain Monarch and slinging the heavy sword blade over his shoulder, Huai Shi gave them one last look, then turned and walked towards the Domain of the virtual classroom with a smile.
As he stepped in, his aura did not surge, but actually began to weaken rapidly.
The once-abundant Source Substance vanished without a trace, and the peculiar Stigma of the Soloist showed no sign of activity.
Under Huai Shi's control, he was rapidly regressing.
If not for the calm smile on his face, the others might have thought sothing was wrong, or that he had stepped into so trap.
In just a few seconds, Huai Shi plumted from a Third Stage Sublimator to the level of a complete novice.
Without any power from his Stigma to aid him, he was, at best, like a novice Sublimator who had just passed their second stage of developnt.
Facing Jacob's grim expression, Huai Shi leaned on the Sword Blade, ostentatiously stretching his body, working his neck and waist as if warming up to prevent cramps from the impending intense activity.
"As an idol, I'm embarrassed to say I can't sing, dance, or rap," Huai Shi said, calmly holding the sword hilt. He cocked his head and smiled at the students outside. "So, for today's et-and-greet, I'll perform a traditional act for everyone."
At that mont, Jacob, finally unable to bear Huai Shi's humiliation any longer, roared in rage. His boiling Source Substance gathered in his eyes, erupting in a burst of erald light.
His entire being beca ethereal and elusive, as if about to dissipate into thin air, yet his face contorted into the ferocious contours of a wolf.
The Holy Spirit within him awakened, catalyzing his body, gradually morphing his appearance to resemble the legendary coyote, the envoy of the Master of All Spirits.
He then vanished on the spot like smoke.
Instantly, as the smoke rapidly congealed, half of his body erged from the void before Huai Shi, a frost-covered dagger in his hand plunging towards Huai Shi's throat.
But Huai Shi remained standing, unmoving, still appearing to smile at the audience outside.
Next, I shall demonstrate the signature move of the Beheading King of Jinling—
In that hair's breadth of a mont, the Mountain Monarch's Broad Sword in his hand suddenly flipped. With a swing of his arm, he leaped upwards; the Sword Blade roared, stirring layers of air and forming a ghastly white Tornado.
Wind follows the tiger, clouds follow the dragon.
Now, the tiger's roar, accompanied by the hurricane, burst forth from the Sword Blade. The Drumr's rhythm imbued the strike with almost inconceivable speed.
A thunderous flash—gone in an instant.
The tiger's roar slowly faded from the air.
From the suddenly exploding smoke, a headless corpse fell, followed by the head, which hadn't even had ti to register its own death.
In the deathly silence, only scarlet blood spread in all directions. Yet, within the hurricane conjured by the Sword Blade, not a single drop touched Huai Shi.
Ignoring the corpse at his feet, he raised his head to look at Jacob, who had reappeared on the other side of the virtual classroom, a smile playing on his lips.
His finger beckoned.
He said, "Again."
Jacob, startled and not yet recovered from the instantaneous death he'd just experienced, then saw Huai Shi had already, eerily, appeared right before him.
Then, the piercing sound of tiles shattering underfoot rang out sharply, heralding those cold eyes filled with deep mockery.
As if to say—if you won't co to , then I'll co to you!
Before Jacob could react, the Mountain Monarch roared again. A slash, and blood surged forth!
Still, a beheading!
Amidst the belated screams, Huai Shi leisurely turned his head to look at the students on the sidelines. "Did you see clearly?"
Wood Cottage shook his head in confusion.
Yuan Yuan, looking puzzled, frowned and then also shook his head. "I didn't see the arm movent clearly."
"Don't watch the hands first; watch the feet," Huai Shi reminded them. "I'll demonstrate once more, slower this ti. Pay attention to the rhythm: between the second and third beats, after the thirty-second note, there's actually a sixty-fourth note."
At the teacher's smile, Yuan Yuan paused, stunned, then nodded vigorously, his eyes wide, witnessing the beginning of a nightmare.
This devastating beheading nightmare cycled two hundred forty-four tis, until the thirty-second minute, just before Jacob completely broke down.
This was because Huai Shi took a five-minute break in between.
It was quite reasonable; a body without a Stigma could not sustain such high-intensity dueling.
At first, Jacob would roar and curse. This then turned into insults and howls. Several tis, he tried to show weakness, bow his head, or even outright beg for rcy.
But he dared not deactivate his virtual classroom.
Because the mont he did, Huai Shi might actually chop off his head.
Finally, after repeated deaths and brutalization, he sank into a chanical numbness and could no longer speak.
Throughout the entire process, Huai Shi, wielding the Mountain Monarch's Heavy Sword, demonstrated a total of sixty-one Great Sword execution thods from Dongxia, Yingzhou, Ro, and even Arica for his students.
He focused on explaining the six most practical and simplest thods, repeating the demonstrations until even Wood Cottage, who had no prior experience, could thoroughly morize them.
By the ti Wood Cottage had clearly rembered the last beheading thod, the entire virtual classroom had transford into a Corpse Mountain and a Blood Sea. Amidst the swirling, ghastly crimson, hundreds of copies of the sa person's body were haphazardly piled in the constricted space, leaving almost no room to stand.
Amidst that ghastly, unbearable scene, the spotless lecturer, Huai Shi, stepped on Jacob's shoulder and raised his head to emphasize one last ti, "Rember, at this point, step on the scapula, press down forcefully with both hands, just like this—"
With that, Huai Shi, holding the Mountain Monarch's Giant Sword inverted in both hands, stabbed downwards.
A crisp sound followed, like a ripe lon falling from its stem.
The futilely struggling torso beneath him ceased to move.
Only a bloody, spherical object remained, rolling slowly on the ground, nudged by the Sword Blade, finally piling up with others of its kind to form a horrifying little hill.
"So, today's lesson concludes here. Go back and practice on your own. I'll check on you later. Don't slack off."
Huai Shi stepped out calmly, leaving the rapidly dissipating and collapsing virtual classroom.
Jacob's body erged from the collapsing virtual classroom and fell backward to the ground, face up. He was like a walking corpse, his eyes hollow, no longer making any sound.
Huai Shi paid no mind to the commotion behind him, rely lifting his foot to rub off a non-existent bloodstain on the floor. Only then did he turn back, smiling at Morgan, who stood beside him, already pale with fright.
"When a student makes a mistake, the teacher must bear the responsibility; when a child breaks the law, the adult must be educated—it's the sa principle."
As he passed by, Huai Shi paused for a mont, casually patted Morgan on the nape of his neck, and advised earnestly, "So, this story teaches us: kids should study hard, understand?"
That was the only sentence Huai Shi had spoken to him from beginning to end.
Thus, the farce reached its conclusion, a denouent destined to be etched into mory as a lifelong shadow.
"I hope everyone will continue to support as always in my upcoming idol activities."
Before leaving, Huai Shi, with an enthusiastic smile, waved goodbye to the cute classmates in the club, making a heart shape with his fingers.
Then, amidst the piercing sirens of the ambulance from the infirmary, he calmly, with a flick of his sleeves, left with his students, not forgetting, of course, his bicycle parked at the door.
Huai Shi's first fan et-and-greet thus concluded successfully.
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