Doubting Life Ghost Spider

Hearing Gregory's indirect acknowledgment, the group of recruits were in an uproar. However, they weren't sure how robust the S-rank evaluation was, judging from the fact that the five strongest people in their current year only possessed an A-rank evaluation. Those three from the previous year were worthy of being called monsters.

And they're not weak this session. It's even pretty dazzling.

Because, according to those instructors, most of the first ten training camps were B-grade capped, and even the A-grade evaluation was at most one or two like they had five straight out of this session was already quite shocking.

Unfortunately, their last session was arguably the strongest since the first, so much, so the shine of these five was utterly overshadowed.

You know, in these ten years, the boot camp had only produced a total of seven S evaluations. Three in the first session, one in the third session, and three in the tenth session, and this instructor was rated by Admiral Zephyr as an existence beyond the upper limit.

Do you have to be so dramatic?

The newcomer who was supposed to think that Longinus was somewhat underqualified or even outright autistic was a rookie to such a bigot as a student, no matter how you look at it?

Herbert took a deep breath and looked at Longinus with eyes that grew heated, "If I can't even take the blow of defeat, that means I'm nothing more than a loser, so, Instructor, you'll accept my challenge, right?"

"Hey! Is it bad to be alive? Had to find the abuse himself." Gregory sighed, "This guy should find out after the fight that calling himself a loser is an insult to the word loser."

"Brother Gregory, it's better not to jump to conclusions so quickly!" Tokikake looked severe, but with those small, narrowed eyes, he could only give the impression of being creepy and funny anyway.

"You don't think that newcomer will be a match for the boss, do you?" Gregory looked oddly pale.

"Of course not. I'm just saying, how do you know that guy, not a masochist?"

Looking at the solemn expression on Tokikake's face, Gregory was tempted to ask, "Are you serious, man?"

"If you say so, naturally, I won't refuse. Go outside and don't break anything here." Longinus said, heading outside. While he was perfectly capable of killing his opponent in seconds without destroying the cafeteria, at least give him some chance to show off.

The crowd around them followed suit, half in surprise, half in regret.

Of course, the surprise is to see how strong Longinus, who was "blown" to be the strongest among the young generation of marine, is. However, the regret is that Herbert will not last too long.

Unfortunately, the remaining four don't have Herbert's penchant for masochism at all.

Outside, Herbert stood with his sword in both hands, "Instructor, I guess I'm nowhere near as strong as you, so don't blame me ..."

Before the words could be heard, Herbert shot out like a speeding arrow, his perimeter sword fierce and fierce, the unfinished words this just drifted through the air, "... out to sneak attack!"

"Fuck! This newcomer is despicable!" Gregory was indignant.

"This kind of swordplay is indeed too shady!" Bone nodded in agreement.

"Don't say that he hasn't reached the level of a swordsman. Even if a real swordsman launched a sneak attack, it wouldn't do any good, and Longinus' Kenbunshoku is something that not many in this headquarters can match." Gion wasn't impressed with Herbert's actions.

As expected, Onigumo's double sword stream attack was fierce as a storm. Still, Longinus didn't even move his feet much, dodging it entirely by merely shifting his body, and even had the leisure to explain the flaws in Onigumo's attack.

"Nitoryu is not as good as Ittoryu in terms of strength and speed, but it is better in that the two swords work together more treacherously, making it impossible to defend against them. While your swordsmanship overly pursues berserk power and instead falls short in terms of technique, if you can't realize this truth, I suggest you give up Nitoryu before it's too late."

Although Longinus was not seen as having practiced swordsmanship, it wasn't so strange to be more open-minded than Herbert in terms of vision as it was to have a sense of ambiguity.

"Is the instructor trying to mess with my mind? I'm not the kind of man who easily shakes his beliefs!" That said, the sword in Herbert's hands was becoming more and more violent and disorganized, with a haphazard feel to it.

"Yes, and no, you can experience it for yourself. Although I have not practiced swordsmanship, quite a few swordsmen have crossed paths, and I still know a thing or two about the most basic swordsmanship. Next, I'll show you the use of Seimei Kikan you've been waiting for." Longinus' long hair flew and twisted and intertwined, and eight black "sharp blades" suddenly appeared behind him.

"The most basic of sword skills?" The veins on Herbert's head rose, and the air of shade in his narrowed eyes grew more assertive, "There's a limit to how much you can despise someone, Instructor!"

"It's over. It's over. The most dreadful scene is about to happen!" Gregory sad(Xing) heavens(Zai) mercy(Le) man(Huo) said, "The most brutal way for a boss to strike is to defeat you in what you do best!"

On the other hand, the surrounding recruits stared at the unbelievable scene with wide eyes... wasn't it said that Seimei Kikan was the skill of digesting food? This cool attack is all about as good as the Devil Fruit!

Without waiting for Longinus' reply, Herbert cracked the ground with one foot and crossed his swords in an "X" at Longinus.

The powerful attack was blocked, and a long black sword rushed out from behind Longinus, stabbing impartially at the intersection of the two blades.

"How is that possible?" Herbert couldn't help but make a sound.

"Rage requires a strong belief in the power of the universe, feel it? The power of my sword out is not stronger than yours, but it is more solid, which is why I was able to crack your attack with a single sword." With Longinus's sword skills, it wasn't challenging to disguise just enough to suppress the opponent.

"That's impossible. I chase justice with more conviction than anyone!" Herbert shouted, his eyes red as he wielded his two swords, the fury of his sword being used to its fullest extent, surprisingly striking dozens of times at Longinus in a single instant.

"Three of the mind and body techniques of swordsmanship, you barely pass on the body one at most, the mind and techniques are too far behind." The eight swords standing behind Longinus cut out at the same time, not very fast. Still, the coordination between the eight was a splash of water, blocking Herbert's attack in all directions while the eight swords converged on one point and knocked Herbert straight away.

Longinus retracted his hand, and the injury was not serious, but Herbert was kneeling on the ground and doubting the appearance of life. He was not afraid of failure but was defeated with a sword by a man who never had "practice" swordplay. It was undoubtedly a devastating blow for him.

"It's impossible. I'm not wrong. The higher and better the speed and strength, the better swordsmanship is. What's the use of controlling in the hands of a person without the slightest power?"

"This idea is indeed true, but unfortunately, your talent is so poor that it limits the advantages that your physical qualities bring to the table."

"Too bad about the talent ...?" Once again, Herbert doubted life. He used to be praised as a genius. How did he suddenly become too talented here?

But when he thought that his sword skills were no match for a "beginner" like Longinus, he couldn't help but feel sad from the bottom of his heart, "That's right, I really can't even compete with trash!"

Seeing Herbert's defeated puppy breath, Longinus rubbed his smooth jaw and wondered if the blow had been a little too much.

What he wants is to leave an indelible impression in the other person's mind, but in case someone else blows a scrap, subduing a useless spider won't be of much use!