Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

Su Nian rushed to the Dragon Slaying Academy and calmed down his bad mood.

Taking classes with these stupid humans with a smile every day was his last act of kindness.

When he walked into the classroom, the whole classroom fell silent for an instant. Everyone closed their mouths honestly and looked at Su Nian with reverence.

In particular, Paul was Su Nian's class representative, and his straight back was impressive.

Su Nian pursed his lips.

The students were very obedient, which prevented him from finding a chance to have an attack.

He stood on the podium, held the table with both hands, and took off his helmet.

His red-gold eyes stared at everyone in the classroom like a vicious wolf.

A vague sense of crisis was like a sharp sword across everyone's neck. The students slightly turned away their eyes and lowered their heads. At that moment, they seemed to see a furious beast next to the Dragon Slayer Bishop. The black dragon in.

It seems like the next second.

The fiery dragon's breath will be ejected from the dragon's mouth and burn them all to ashes.

"We are not giving lectures today." Su Nian said coldly, "As a dragon slayer, you not only need abundant theoretical knowledge, but also a strong enough body and superb combat skills. Knowledge and combat are combined with each other, so that on the battlefield I won’t act like a fool when I fuck you.”

He paused and continued:

"So, do you know how to quickly improve your physical fitness and fighting skills?"

Su Nian straightened up, and the pressure on his body slowly disappeared until he became calm.

"Sorry, Bishop, my knowledge is shallow. I just know that I need to practice my martial arts more." As a loyal fan of Su Nian, Paul was the first to answer the question and ensure that the atmosphere in the classroom would not be cold.

"You are right, but not entirely. Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. So starting from today, our two hours of classes every day will be changed to one hour of theory class and one hour of martial arts class." Su Nian's mouth showed a hint of smile. With a ferocious smile and cold eyes, he looked at a group of students who were looking at each other, like a wild beast scanning the sheep on the pasture.

"Teacher, shall we start now?"

Paul looked excited.

"No, you need to warm up before you start."

Su Nian walked to the door of the classroom, turned to everyone and said coldly: "Run around the academy three times in ten minutes. If you can't finish it, you won't be allowed to eat today. I will wear this heavy armor and run with you. I hope you can You can keep up with me.”

Running three times around the academy is a full twenty kilometers.

The students couldn't help but widen their eyes when they heard the news.

This, is this dragon-slaying bishop serious?

Even if they are all knights, they can't run away like this, right?

But at this time, Su Nian had already set an example and ran out.

Paul gritted his teeth and followed immediately.

When he arrived at the door of the classroom, he tilted his head slightly and said loudly to everyone:

"The bishop said that only by enduring hardship can one become a master. Don't forget our purpose of entering Dragon Slaying Academy and the glory that should belong to us! Everyone!"

"Paul is right, isn't it just running? No matter how good you are at running, can you still have difficulty with swordsmanship?"

Sherman was the second to follow, shouting desperately: "One day, I will thank myself for struggling now!"

"Let's go! Let's go too!"

"Slay the dragon, for the sake of slaying the dragon!"

More and more students followed the running team, and eventually only two students were left in the classroom, staring blankly at the empty classroom and feeling sad.

It's not that they don't want to run, but they accidentally injured their legs during sword training...

Dragon Slaying Academy has a good medical system.

But according to the wishes of His Excellency the dragon-slaying bishop Watrous.

If you feel this little pain, go and ask a pastor. What’s the difference between them and women?

"Boom boom boom!"

Outside the classroom, Su Nian ran like a rhinoceros, and the ground shook wherever he passed.

His speed was controlled just enough to finish the run. The students could keep up with his speed at the beginning, but as time went by, they gradually became unable to do what they expected and their fighting spirit was exhausted.

Next, my physical strength began to decline rapidly, and I was out of breath.

"Lord, the Bishop is so strong..."

Paul was in better condition. Although he was a noble, he had been exercising regularly since he was a child. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to follow Su Nian.

However, within three minutes, he felt a sense of deficiency throughout his body - all his fighting energy had been exhausted.

Continuing to run, Paul felt a sour feeling coming from everywhere in his body. For the first time, Paul discovered that his body was so weak protected by fighting spirit, but the dragon-slaying bishop in front of him didn't even use fighting spirit!

This is undoubtedly a place that convinces all students.

Fighting spirit is the professional characteristic of the knight, which is equivalent to the magic reserve of the mage. Once it is exhausted, the knight will enter a relatively weak state, and its combat effectiveness will be worse than that of ordinary warriors.

Ten minutes later, Su Nian came to the door of the classroom again, but the students had already disappeared. After waiting for another seven or eight minutes, a staggering figure finally appeared from the corner at the end of the corridor.

That's his biggest fan, Paul.

I saw that this noble young master had turned as pale as gold paper.

His eyes were empty and unfocused.

Every step you take seems to stem from inertia in your brain.

Finally, he knelt down at Su Nian's feet. Sweat immediately flowed down the cotton-padded clothes onto the marble floor, soaking a small area of ​​the ground in less than a breath or two.

"Master Bishop, I, I have finished running..."

Su Nian looked at the young man on the ground indifferently, and said in a cold voice without any fluctuation: "Unfortunately, you did not complete the task within ten minutes. The loser does not deserve lunch."

Paul was lying on the ground, with only the cold and heavy knight boots of the Dragon Slayer in his field of vision.

I don't know what material the boots are made of. There seems to be blood-colored lava flowing in the black and rough texture, without a trace of dust.

There was only a pounding heartbeat and breathing in my mind.

Paul suddenly felt the urge to cry.

"Yes!" he shouted, clenching his fists.

It’s not that the ruthless bishop is too ruthless.

He hated himself for wasting time!

Why don't you usually work harder?

Now the Dragon Slayer is so disappointed!

He's so bad!

Su Nian ignored Paul lying on the ground.

After another ten minutes, the large army of teachers finally appeared.

They were all as tired as dead dogs, supporting each other, and two even fainted when they reached their destination because they were too excited to hold their breath.

"Pour cold water on them to wake them up. Everyone rests for half an hour to regain their morale and start our next lesson."

Su Nian's mouth was like holding a cold storage, which made the surrounding students shudder. However, they still followed Su Nian's request and poured cold water on the two unlucky guys to wake them up.

There is something very wrong with Bishop Watrous today.

They didn't want to offend him in any way, otherwise something bad might happen.