"How could he be first?"
"How many days have we trained, and how many days has he trained?"
The trainees were full of indignation.
They admitted that they couldn't out-eat this glutton, but could they really not out-perform him in Swordsmanship?
Their shared animosity made them suppress Acting Grand Master Jean's excitement about the future.
Who is first doesn't matter?
But this person from another world just couldn't be first, otherwise, where would the Mondstadters put their faces?
Is the younger generation all useless?
Ryan, who was pushed into the spotlight, was leisurely and confident.
The Instructor told him to temper the personalities of the other trainees.
If this was what he meant, then he accepted it.
"I'm so sorry, I accidentally took first place!"
"Who among you wants to challenge me?"
Ryan's words were very provoking.
Immediately, someone couldn't hold back!
"I'm coming!"
"Take this!"
With a clang, the Sword flew and the person fell.
"Next!" Ryan twirled his Sword.
"I'm coming!" Another person stepped forward, attacking cautiously, seemingly with a plan.
But when Ryan's Sword swung over, he immediately became flustered, wanting to block the right side, then wanting to block the left side.
Before his eyes, there were only Sword shadows.
In one second, how many Swords did he swing?
The continuous slashes made his tiger's mouth numb, and the entire Sword hilt vibrated, slipping from his hand.
"Who else?" Ryan slightly raised his chin, his eyes seemingly full of disdain.
The trainees calmed down, noticing those who had failed against Ellin, realizing that Ryan indeed had a trick up his sleeve.
They should send in the top ten.
Unfortunately, the highly anticipated male still couldn't last ten moves in Ryan's hands.
Next was the male ranked in the top five, who was very strong.
Similarly, no more, no less, he was defeated in ten moves, as if Ryan was deliberately calculating the number of moves.
"Anyone who wants to challenge me, feel free to try!" Ryan stood in place, not moving a single step throughout several battles.
"Even if it's a wheel battle to deplete my strength, giving the last person a chance to win, I don't mind!"
Bullying children was boring; it was better to create some difficulty for himself.
Who told him he was a few years older.
Ryan held his Sword, his words very arrogant.
The Instructor said that he should see the Dao of different people's Swords to gain experience.
Then, let's decide the winner in a hundred moves!
That would be enough for him to experience all of Favonius Bladework, Mondstadt's Thousand Winds!
The trainees still had some self-respect; they weren't that shameless.
However, one person after another went up, initially thinking that surpassing ten moves was the beginning of victory, but it turned out to be a desperate Ravage.
Too strong!
"Losers can summarize their experience and challenge me again!"
Ryan's words once again stimulated everyone.
The lively atmosphere at the Sword Training Field even attracted jeering from the Claymore side!
"Are they useless?"
"So many people can't defeat one?"
"Shameful!"
"Beat him for me! Beat him hard!"
"You are all so weak; when our Claymore apprentice Knights make a move, I'm afraid they can sweep through your Sword lineage!"
"The laurel of Favonius Bladework should be with our Claymores!"
The noisy taunts made the Sword trainees' faces burn.
The orthodox Legacy of Favonius Bladework has always been the Sword, an interpretation of lightness, speed, and precision.
Claymores, clumsy and heavy, what kind of Sword Dao heresy are they!
Someone wanted to move boxes to block the prying eyes, but the Claymore side suddenly rested, and one by one, people climbed to the top, completely unstoppable!
The Claymore Instructor clearly enjoyed watching the show.
"Noelle, bring some black tea and snacks; we'll move boxes to set up an audience stand!"
Noelle looked at Ryan, who was in the center of the crowd, high-spirited, defeating one person after another.
It seemed that trying to knock him out and delete his memory would be a bit difficult!
Should she prepare a cup of forgetfulness black tea?
Ryan didn't know that the Damselette was still bothered by the leaked secret and even more afraid of Acting Grand Master Jean coming to guide him.
Acting Grand Master Jean, who liked romance novels, must have lost all credibility in Ryan's heart!
Noelle's small head spun rapidly, wanting to make amends.
Overloaded, she almost emitted steam.
She naturally ignored the constant shouts of the Claymore trainees!
Ryan's Sword, in one, two, and three hours of combat, remained stable, fast, and accurately deflected blades, without the slightest deformation or error.
By the end, all the Sword trainees were completely convinced.
Only most of the Claymore trainees, who hadn't personally experienced the terrifying Sword strikes, remained unimpressed.
Perhaps the Sword side was just too weak! That's why such a monster stood out!
At noon, no one continued to challenge Ryan.
The Instructor scanned the somewhat dejected crowd: "Have you recognized the gap?"
"Ryan is stronger than you; besides Talents, he works harder than you."
"Unlike you, who spend your days looking forward to lunch in the morning and rest in the afternoon."
"Ryan trains independently every night until the moon hangs high; every morning, he is the first to arrive at the Training Field."
The trainees looked at each other.
They shrugged helplessly!
When did the city of loose and freedom winds and idylls begin to pursue a spirit of struggle?
Having wine, getting drunk, and sleeping soundly, that's our Mondstadter life, isn't it!
Ryan looked at these people whose mindsets hadn't changed, and then at Noelle, who was being urged and was busy.
"When some enjoy peaceful years, others must carry the burden!"
The Knights of Favonius should clearly be the ones carrying the burden, yet you are pursuing the leisure of peaceful years.
If you were to become official Knights, that would truly be Mondstadt's misfortune.
"Ryan, demonstrate your Favonius Bladework! Everyone else, observe his movements!" The Instructor's words reached Ryan's ears.
"Good!" Without a word, Ryan performed with impeccable standard movements, evolving from the basic Sword secrets of Favonius Bladework to killing moves and heavy attacks.
His footwork was nimble, his figure like Anemo, and when his Sword swung, invisible sharpness and fierce flowing Anemo, like needles, pricked everyone's faces.
His intent merged with the Sword; there was a subtle spiritual will within the Sword.
On the wu feng sword, the young male's Qi was vibrant and vigorous, fearless and dauntless, confident that he could surpass everyone in the world.
Gray light flowed.
Anemo is destined to move in the high sky.
A shocking Sword, a Sword with a profound charm.
Ryan once again performed exceptionally.
At lunch, no one competed with Ryan.
Noelle mysteriously brought a cup of black tea; the tea was clean, only to quench Ryan's thirst.
One o'clock in the afternoon.
Acting Grand Master Jean arrived!
Her golden long hair was tied into a neat Horsetail, with a black bow tying her hair.
Her purplish-gray eyes made everyone who saw them feel calm and at ease.
Two strands of slightly curled golden hair hung down on either side of her fair cheeks; her neck had a collar inlaid with green gems; her wide, thick cape with a golden emblem covered her upper arms.
Her white in the middle and blue-black on the sides outer garment opened into a swallowtail cape at the back of her waist.
Her slender, light-colored trousers had rhomboid patterns on the sides, and her knees had golden armor.
The trousers and shoes were integrated, and the higher heels made the female's figure appear taller and more beautiful.
The Instructor performed a Knight's salute, and everyone performed a greeting salute.
"Everyone, no need to be formal!" Jean's voice was very gentle.
"I just came to see the training results! I hope you can all become official Knights as soon as possible!"
"Mondstadt's disaster requires everyone to work together to overcome it!"