Weapon of Choice

As the saying goes, 'One beam, no matter how big, cannot support an entire house on its own.'

There is no need to rush great things, they will naturally come.

Muyong stood up, then swindled his attention around.

There were more than a dozen of cadets, however, only a few faces caught his attention.

From what he can see, they have already begun to form their own group and circle. Meanwhile, he was isolated from the inside.

"From now on, you are required to wear the cuffs at all times! When you walk, eat, train, and sleep, you are to not remove the cuffs for any reason! Those who failed to follow instructions will be rewarded with ten lashes!"

Hyang, the senior instructor, stood above from the front and announced.

He spoke without haste, yet his voice resonated into everyone's ear despite the distance.

The cadets couldn't help but respect and fear the instructor even more. This started a chain of rustling among the crowd. After all, their supernatural and extraordinary method is beyond their wildest imagination.

"Silent!"

The cadets couldn't help but dreadfully felt a chill behind their back.

"In a moment, you will pick a weapon of your choice!"

He looked toward his side.

There were numerous wooden racks.

Swords, saber, Dao, whip, chain, dagger, spear, and various weapons were hanged. From the brown color, it was easy to tell that they are made of wood.

"When it comes to weapons, I hope you all choose them carefully… A weapon, to a martial artist, is no different from his life!"

"No matter who you face, what you do in the future, a weapon will never betray its master. Choose the weapon knowing that you will be carrying it for the rest of your whole life!"

He stood back and let the cadet take their chance at picking their weapon.

Muyong was quite far away in the end, but he didn't rush toward the front like everyone else.

From here, he could see Shu Gong's lackey choosing a dagger and sword respectively.

Everyone else has their chance at picking a weapon of their choice, some kids… pick a couple of 'Interesting' weapons.

Yi Hua chose the sword, just like she did in his past life.

Looking at the sword in her hand, a mirage overlaps with her current young silhouette.

A beauty whose sword blossom in the dead of autumn, killing hundreds of righteous factions during the Autumn war.

With a swing of her sword, even the master of Mount Hua, Nangong, Baek Clan, and various other forces was left helpless.

She earned the title [Sword Saint] at the age of thirty!

Because of her noticeable sword-style, she was called the Floret Sword Saint of the Demonic Cult.

In the end, she died in the hands of three powerful Grand-Masters who ambushed her toward the end of the Autumn War… At that time, she attained the realm of Peak Superior Master, a Peak Superior Master warrior.

Her swordsmanship had reached a realm beyond the physical sword. There was a large realm difference between a Superior master and a Grand master, facing three Grand masters, even Buddha couldn't save her.

"Sister, why is that boy keep staring at you?" Chu Hua peeked through Yi Hua's side, whispering into her ears as she sneaked a look at Muyong.

"Ignore him, have you picked your weapon?" Yi Hua ignored her comment as she felt the wooden sword in her palm.

"I got a spear! Because I'm not as tall as you, I think the reach of the spear would suit me best!"

Yi Hua couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at Chu Hua's proud look when she bragged about the spear in her hand.

Although the weapons are made of wood, the size, grip, and structure resemble that of a real weapon. This was to help the cadet familiarize themselves with their weapon before real weapons are issued.

Just the length alone, it was already as tall as Chu Hua herself!

Meanwhile, Yi Hua found a peculiar sense of familiarity when she swung the wooden sword in her hand.

It was much lighter than she initially thought, and more importantly, it was strangely comfortable with each swing.

Soon, the entire training ground is filled with the sound of air gushing.

The line finally cleared up, and Muyong was the last to come up.

Among the other Instructors in the area, Hyang was the one paying attention to Muyong the most. From beginning to end, he saw Shu Gong crumble in front of Muyong but he couldn't figure out how or what.

This further left him in confusion and doubt.

'There is no hesitation in his eyes.' That was how Hyang saw it.

When Muyong came up, his action was continuous and there was not a single pause.

The first weapon he immediately reaches for is the spear on the weapon rack.

Muyong moved toward the back after he picked up his spear, not stopping for a moment to try out his new-found weapon like the other cadets.

Everyone was still busy hopping and playing with their weapon, only Muyong sat in the corner, waiting.

Hyang was silent for a moment, then moved forward and continued.

"For the next ten days, are you required to do fifty push-ups each morning, lunch, and evening!"

After some time, the entire area was rendered quiet.

He didn't seem bothered, and added.

"Those who complete their exercise first will practice with their weapon. The last ten people to finish will have their meal taken, and the first ten will be given an additional ration!"

He waited for a bit for the cadets to digest the information.

"The cult rewards those who work hard. For the next ten day, you will be allowed to have any of your questions answered by the instructor regarding your training. The first five to finish their basic training will receive a Black Dragon Pill!"

The crowd couldn't help but gulp unconsciously at the barrage of announcements.

Especially so when the [Black Dragon Pill] was mentioned…