The tray was filled with scalpel type small blades!
No, that's not right. Surgical blades should only be sharp on one side, but this blade was sharp on both sides.
The students carefully took out four pills and placed them in their palms.
Although they didn't know what he was going to do, many people had a bad feeling about this.
Soon, everyone had a blade in their hands.
Another staff member brought the remaining blades to Lan Jue.
Lan Jue held two blades in each hand and walked towards the students.
"Imperial mecha pilots, give out two more. Sovereign mecha pilots, give out six."
Soon, Tang Mi, Tang Xiao, and Geng Yang had two more blades in their hands, making it six.
On the other hand, the blades in Tan Lingyun and Wang Hongyuan's hands became ten.
Lan Jue only had two blades in each hand.
"Watch carefully." Lan Jue's hands suddenly moved.
Immediately, the blades in his hands began to roll between his fingers.
It flitted past every joint and rotated rapidly like a dancing elf.
The field was open-air, and it was noon. The sunlight shone on the blade in Lan Jue's hand, giving people a strange sense of beauty.
It was as if elves were leaping from one to the other.
However, none of the students found it pleasing to the eye. They had already guessed what the Demon Instructor wanted them to do.
Lan Jue controlled the blade between her fingers as she walked through the crowd, allowing every student to see what she was doing.
The rhythm of his fingers didn't seem fast, and everyone could see it clearly. However, no matter how the blade moved, it wouldn't cut his hand.
And it looked very beautiful and rhythmic.
"For the next hour, you'll have to practice this with the blades in your hands.
The other two instructors and I will supervise you.
Whose hand if stop, or is not in my way of practice.
In that case, you will immediately feel something wonderful.
Alright, let's begin. "
Lan Jue returned to the front and put away the blade in her hand.
In the next moment, a ball of lightning appeared in his palm.
The ball of lightning crackled and crackled as lightning coiled around it.
The students who had just experienced the wonderful feeling in the morning did not dare to be negligent. Looking at the sharp blades in their hands, they began to move.
Lan Jue didn't talk about any techniques, she just gave an example.
Mecha operators had actually done similar finger exercises before. However, when they practiced, they would either use glass balls or small metal rods.
Since when did he use something like a razor blade?
At this moment, he was trembling in fear when he tried to control it again.
Huali and Chu Cheng also walked out and patrolled in two different directions.
Chu Cheng raised his hand, a fireball slowly burning in his palm.
It was a dark red fireball, and the deepest part of the fireball was completely black.
With just a glance, it felt as though his soul was about to be sucked in.
What was even more frightening was that this fireball was not hot. Instead, it emitted a chilling aura.
Although none of the students knew what it was, they could clearly feel the terror of this fireball.
Who would be willing to try it?
After the lesson in the morning, the students already understood that their Great Demon King was a classic example of a man of his word.
Hence, no one had any intention of provoking him.
Very quickly, someone cut his hand.
All he could do was pick up the razor blade and continue to practice.
If anyone's movements were slightly slower, a bolt of lightning, a fireball, or a wave of water would immediately fall from their hand.
Don't assume that the wave of water was comfortable. When the wave landed on the hand, it felt an indescribable numbness and itchiness. Although it was only for a moment, it made one moan from the depths of their soul.
Fresh blood dripped down and small cuts appeared on the students' fingers. The female students were no exception.
However, the field was completely silent. No one dared to complain, no one dared to stop.
For a moment, everyone pursed their lips and continued to control the knife with pale faces.
Lan Jue stopped in front of Tan Lingyun and waved at Wang Hongyuan.
The two of them also had wounds on their hands. It was because there were too many knives. There were five knives in each hand. Even with their hand speed, they still panicked.
"Watch carefully."
Lan Jue wiped her hands and took the ten knives from Tan Lingyun's hands. Then, the knives started to dance on his fingertips.
Tan Lingyun was shocked to see that the ten knives on his fingertips seemed to come alive. The knives flashed, but they did not stop at all.
The knives flew up and down on his fingertips.
As Lan Jue did it, she explained some techniques.
After all, when it came to the number of knives, it was not something that they could control with their original knowledge.
Tan Lingyun listened very seriously. The few wounds on her hands did not bother her at all. How much blood could her fingers bleed?
This bit of pain was nothing to her.
Becoming a God-ranked pilot was the most important thing to her.
Compared to the morning, the hour of practice in the afternoon was much easier. But the fingers were connected to the heart!
Many of the students' hands quickly turned red.
Because of the blood, the fingers became less nimble.
They had to wipe them quickly and then continue to control.
Finally, the hour was up. Lan Jue announced and withdrew the knives.
When the blades were retracted, almost every knife was stained with blood.
The staff members who were already prepared rushed to the students to bandage their wounds.
Throughout the entire practice, no one was allowed to be lazy or slack off.
Their abilities were sealed, so the training was completely done on the spot.
Their hands were in pain, especially when the medicine was applied.
But in the end, it was over.
Many of them heaved a sigh of relief. Compared to the morning, this seemed better.
But then, Lan Jue's next words sent them back into the abyss.
"You should have digested most of your lunch.
Alright, let's start the afternoon class.
Everyone, take the horse stance, begin! "
Practicing the horse stance wasn't too difficult in the beginning, but as time went on, it became different.
Especially since the students could not use their Disciplines to alleviate the pain.
Sore, swollen, numb.
In just five minutes, sweat began to drip from the foreheads of the students. They could no longer feel the pain in their fingers.
Ten minutes later, some were already on the verge of collapse.
But then they saw Lan Jue walk over with the same steel needles she had used in the morning. Her right hand twisted one out.
Needless to say, anyone who couldn't maintain the horse stance would be struck by the second needle.
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