“Stand facing each other and assume the starting pose!”

While Instructor Niu was still correcting the mid-level stances of other freshmen, Original Hanshuang curiously asked, “Where did you buy this lightsaber, and how much did it cost?”

“Huh?”

Xuan Yuansheng didn’t expect Yuan Hanshuang to ask this right away. “I’m not sure about that.”

After all, he never looked at prices when buying things, and the bills were always handed over to his personal steward.

“A few years ago, Kong Mu owed my family a favor, so he custom-made this sword for me for free.”

Yuan Hanshuang: Goodness.

Kong Mu is undoubtedly one of the top weapon masters in the entire galaxy. Xia Mengrou’s lightsaber should be the Marshal’s Mansion’s share, but surprisingly, He still owed Xuan Yuansheng’s family a favor.

But thinking about Xuan Yuansheng’s mother, who is the current imperial princess, it seemed to make sense.

“And I even gave this sword a name.”

Xuan Yuansheng casually picked a fancy sword flower, assuming a starting pose.

His posture was very standard, unlike beginners like Xia Mengrou, who clearly had no clue. The lines of his arms were smooth, muscles taut, and he could be considered a textbook-level demonstration.

With just a glance, Yuan Hanshuang knew this guy had at least ten years of hard work in swordsmanship.

“You are the first person I’ve acknowledged at Silver Star, and in the future, you will undoubtedly become my capable subordinate under the future Silver Star Chairman. So, you have the honor of knowing its name.”

Yuan Hanshuang was speechless. ” classmate Xuan Yuansheng, do you know that talking like this can easily get you punched?”

“Hahaha.” Xuan Yuansheng laughed heartily, completely unconcerned about those words.

He turned his hand, held the hilt with both hands, and raised the lightsaber in front of his chest, his eyes solemn. “This sword is named—Excalibur, Sword of Victory Oath! It will bring me glory and victory!”

The radiant golden lightsaber matched with his golden hair surprisingly well.

Yuan Hanshuang: “.”

Friend, are you King Arthur?

Perhaps sensing her sky-breaking silence, Xuan Yuansheng swept away his hair and struck a very flamboyant pose. “What’s wrong? Don’t you think this name is cool?”

Yuan Hanshuang: “It’s quite cool. So, do you know King Arthur?”

“King Arthur? Never heard of him. Daring to bear the title of a king, is he a grand duke of some principality?”

Xuan Yuansheng puzzled, “According to the interstellar universally recognized law, only the Holy Xiyu Xia Empire can bear the titles of Emperor and King. If any planet or independent organization tries to establish its own nation, it can be reported to the Council, and the Empire will send troops to resolve it.”

“That’s all right then.”

Thinking that the golden-haired guy in front of her was her cousin, Yuan Hanshuang felt a suffocating sensation in her chest.

She simply set up her posture on the spot. “Introducing swords, right? It just so happens I’ve also thought of a good name for my sword.”

“Oh? Please tell me.”

“Caliburn – the Stone-Cutting Sword, how about that?”

“It’s a good name!”

Xuan Yuansheng was taken aback and didn’t even ask why a lightsaber should be named Stone-Cutting Sword. Instead, he habitually raised his thumb, “It goes well with my Sword of Victory Oath.”

Can it not go well? They are both swords of King Arthur.

In the interstellar era, even Earth was gone, so King Arthur’s legend obviously couldn’t have spread here. Yuan Hanshuang was utterly helpless in criticizing Xuan Yuansheng’s choice of name. Perhaps people with abnormal thought processes were just like that.

During their conversation, the instructor finally adjusted the starting pose of the last person.

After consulting the chief instructor, Niu Hu stood in the center of the open space and summoned his manifestation.

A huge Purple Polar Gorilla appeared beside him.

As he revealed his true form, Niu Hu’s muscles all over his body swelled like bursts, making cracking sounds. His palm transformed into a gorilla’s appearance, rising from a wall to a small mountain in height, and the purple pupils overlooked the square, exuding a strong oppressive force.

All the students looked at the shadow in front of them and silently swallowed their saliva.

If this slap came down, they were afraid they would die.

Niu Hu didn’t know what these little brats were thinking.

He let out a low roar, pounded his chest, and released his fourth skill.

“Hoo—”

In an instant, a faint purple defensive barrier surrounded the surrounding area, as if a huge platform had been erected on level ground.

The large purple jelly covered the new students from the two schools on the playground, not too much, not too little.

“Students, Instructor Niu’s skill is to raise a defensive barrier within a fixed range. As long as you don’t step out of this barrier, injuries should be minimal during the match within the barrier.”

Feng Bai clapped his hands, signaling the new students to stop whispering and chatting. “Silence! I’ll count down from three, attack the opponent simultaneously, and be mindful of stopping at a certain point.”

At the words, Xuan Yuansheng quickly focused.

Once in a combat state, the restlessness that lingered on him dissipated, and he became like a king’s sword urgently awaiting unsheathing.

Yuan Hanshuang couldn’t help but glance sideways.

She always felt that this imperial grandson was too flamboyant and lacked a sense of calm. Now it seemed that she underestimated the means of cultivating imperial heirs in the vast empire that had stood for many years in the interstellar realm.

Little did she know that Xuan Yuansheng also harbored some hesitation.

He had practiced swordsmanship for many years, and his swordsmanship teacher was the famous commander of the Seventh Legion. In everyday training, soldiers were used as sparring partners.

Over time, Xuan Yuansheng’s swordsmanship became even more fierce and sharp. Coupled with the time he spent training on the front lines before entering school, the lightsaber had tasted blood. Until now, that sharpness had not faded. If he drew the sword, it would be difficult to hold back.

To avoid accidentally hurting classmates, he thought for a moment and lowered his voice.

“Classmate Yuan, I am quite skilled in swordsmanship. How about you attack first, and I’ll defend.”

Xuan Yuansheng thought his suggestion was quite good. After all, he was S-rank, and Yuan Hanshuang was only A-rank. In terms of the enhanced physical qualities caused by the Manifestation level, he naturally had the upper hand.

For those he acknowledged, he was always considerate, paying attention to preserving others’ face.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Xuan Yuansheng affirmed.

“Since you insist so strongly, then fine.”

Yuan Hanshuang weighed the weight of the lightsaber hilt and gave him a meaningful look. “I told you, speaking like this could really get you punched.”