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Chapter 715 - 419: Half a Year! (6K for Monthly Pass)_3

Chapter 715: Chapter 419: Half a Year! (6K for Monthly Pass)_3

But clearly, there was only one standout amongst the crowd, a certain Mr. Fang, Director Fang.

"Director Brother, you’re so young!"

"Director Brother, are you really the director?"

A gaggle of children chattered away.

Fortunately, they weren’t particularly unruly, as numerous professional puppet guards maintained order around them, preventing any chaos.

Fang You simply chose a few leaders among the children to ask questions on behalf of kids from various junior orphanages.

A cool-looking boy holding Wooden Sword stepped forward, his face discontent, "What kind of questions are you guys asking!"

He turned to Fang You, his gaze intense, "Director, do you know any powerful swordsmanship, or rather, are you skilled in other things, like techniques for blades, fists, bows and arrows, or spells?"

In the boy’s eyes shimmered the anticipation for swordsmanship.

"As the director, of course I know a little bit of everything, and that includes swordsmanship."

Under the little boy’s expectant eyes, he picked up the ordinary, somewhat worn Wooden Sword and made a swipe in the air across the vacant playground.

Golden sword light burst forth from the unremarkable Wooden Sword.

The sword light was dazzling and vast, as if containing an unmatched sharpness and carrying the profound mysteries of swordsmanship; a thousand warriors watching this sword light could perhaps discern a thousand different sword intents from it.

The older children couldn’t quite grasp the implications, simply impressed and their eyes turning into stars.

The watching senior instructors, elites among elites in society with discerning eyes, immediately perceived the depth of this sword light.

"It seems that our young superior specializes in the way of the sword."

"Old Li, this is somewhat awkward for you as a swordsmanship instructor, huh."

"But indeed, deserving of the position of director, I once thought he was a young man who had gone through the back door of some important figure."

"With Director’s level in swordsmanship, I’m afraid, he has probably reached the transcendental and saintly realm."

The limit for mortals, the realm where one’s technique becomes transcendental and saintly.

It is also one of the prerequisites for advancing to the mythic level.

Of course, for mythic beings, this mortal skill could only be cultivated up to the transcendental and saintly realm. Yet between MAX levels, there is a vast difference!

Some reach the transcendental and saintly level in swordsmanship because their skills are indeed remarkable, worthy of being current-day masters.

However, for others, it is because the highest point of the skill level rating is there.

Fang You’s foundational swordsmanship was indeed at MAX level, but his technique had already integrated multiple skills like ’North Wind Sword Technique’, ’Cloud Cluster Swordsmanship’, ’Sword of Soul’ and so on, each stroke embodying tremendous true intent of the sword. While his teaching level was not as good as Black Blade’s, it was more than enough to teach a group of children.

"Of course, I also know a little bit about techniques for blades, fists, spear-play," he added.

He returned the Wooden Sword to the boy and casually picked up an edged battle knife from a nearby weapons rack, slashing mightily with it.

Whoosh—

A fierce gale roared, and the overwhelmingly powerful intent of the blade spread out in all directions.

Then came the massive intent of the fist, the penetrating intent of the spear, each and every one enacted by Fang You.

Several senior instructors were stunned again.

"Is our director a genius with weapons, a master of all arms?"

Among them, three instructors who were proficient with weapons felt both a touch of embarrassment and a surge of excitement.

"Of course, I also know a little bit about spells," Fang You continued.

In his hands appeared tumbling flames, dancing lightning serpents, and drifting currents of water, exciting the hearts of the children about to embark on the path of cultivation and fueling their passion to surge upwards.

Director Brother could indeed do a little bit of everything!

The instructors: You call this a little bit?

...

Director Fang’s ordinary yet fulfilling life had begun.

As director, his job only required setting out general strategies and occasionally conducting a few lectures, his workload was not heavy, and in the Candela Empire, it was considered a leisurely position.

But Fang You was not an ordinary jobholder; he was under tremendous pressure and leisure was out of the question.

He first examined various instructor puppets and made some modifications to their teaching logic, then solidified benefits like ’Level 6 Training Grounds’ and ’Level 6 Angel Envoy Dormitories’ in the playground, rest areas, and so on.

Using the Shadow Clone technique, he simultaneously started multiple courses.

Normally, the work of an orphanage director was to develop plans and training guidelines, with specific training sessions carried out by instructor puppets, while more profound or variable courses would be taught by senior instructors.

But now, whether it was instructor puppets or senior instructors, they had all fallen into secondary roles, assisting the young director.

Even so, the course load was much larger than the basic requirements of the position, and the director had started to work extra hard.

The instructors should have been dissatisfied.

They used to teach three days a week, but now it was seven days a week. However, the director was simply too powerful! With him, their stagnant abilities had begun to grow slowly, and they had hope for glimpsing higher realms.

To say nothing of being a tool person, even if it meant becoming a dog... cough, it was not out of the question.

Director 007, Instructor 007; the children already full of boundless enthusiasm naturally began to train with all their might.

At this moment,

the real Director Fang was sitting in his office, not resting.

He still had a lot of work to do.

He turned down party invitations from other orphanage directors in Xiaoguang City, turned down gathering invitations from some friends on the ’Mythic Forum’... He did not have the spare time to waste on meaningless social events, and additionally, he could not leave the orphanage.