CHAPTER 68: CHAPTER 0068: TEACHING BINGBING SWORD TECHNIQUES_1

"Zhang Bin, your sword is too fast! I didn’t even see how you managed to strike Turen Xiong twice. That’s just incredible," Tian Bingbing said, her voice full of admiration.

"Yeah, yeah, Head Coach! Your sword techniques are amazing! Teach us a few moves, please?" the other coaches said, crowding around him eagerly.

"Head Coach, teach me swordsmanship! I’m willing to have your babies!" a female student who looked to be in her twenties cooed, shouting flirtatiously.

Zhang Bin was getting a little overwhelmed. He could only say seriously, "Everyone, your cultivation level isn’t high enough. You can’t learn my sword techniques. If you cultivate to the Rushing Pulse Realm and open all eleven meridians, I will definitely teach you."

"You’re lying, Head Coach! Learning the sword doesn’t require such a high cultivation level," the bold female student said coquettishly as she squeezed her way in front of Zhang Bin.

She was graceful and tall, with delicate features and a curvy, sexy figure—a rare beauty indeed.

Zhang Bin gave a mischievous smile. "My swordsmanship is very simple; it’s all about speed. Without the cultivation level to support it, there’s no way to increase that speed. You there... what’s your name? Perhaps we could have a private chat?"

"Head Coach, you’re so naughty! Aren’t you afraid of making Bingbing jealous?" the beautiful student giggled.

Tian Bingbing, however, was starting to get annoyed. She put on a stern face and said, "I’ve told you all already. I am not the Head Coach’s girlfriend."

With that, she endured the many suggestive gazes and led Zhang Bin to a room she used for her private sword practice. Once inside, she asked expectantly, "Head Coach, you promised the other day that you’d teach me your sword techniques. You won’t go back on your word, will you?"

"Of course not. Teaching beautiful women sword techniques is what I enjoy most."

Zhang Bin gazed at her, mesmerized. Bathed in the lamplight, she was as radiant as a peach blossom in full bloom.

It wasn’t that he was being unfaithful; Bingbing was just so beautiful she made his heart race.

"That’s wonderful!" Tian Bingbing cheered, her face breaking into a flower-like smile.

Zhang Bin didn’t hold back, immediately beginning to teach her the Lightning First Sword—Sword Release Enemy Cripple in detail.

However, Tian Bingbing didn’t possess Longevity Qi, which was absolutely necessary to stimulate the nerves in her hands, making them more sensitive and enhancing her reaction speed.

Therefore, her chances of mastering the Lightning First Sword were virtually zero.

In truth, Zhang Bin was simply enjoying the process of teaching a beautiful woman; he didn’t actually expect her to become a top-tier sword master.

"Head Coach, how can I possibly achieve your incredible sword speed?" Tian Bingbing asked with a conflicted expression after practicing for a while and running into problems.

"Unless you become my girlfriend, there’s really no good way," Zhang Bin said with a roguish smile.

"Head Coach, you’re awful!" Tian Bingbing pouted, grabbing Zhang Bin’s arm and shaking it. "You must have a way, right?" she pleaded coquettishly.

"The main thing is still to raise your cultivation level," Zhang Bin said, a look of pure enjoyment on his face. "However, I can indeed more than double your current speed."

"More than double my speed?" Tian Bingbing’s beautiful eyes lit up, her face filled with ecstasy. "Then please, Head Coach, help me!"

"First, let’s test how many times you can thrust your sword in one second," Zhang Bin said with a smile.

He genuinely wanted to improve Tian Bingbing’s strength. After all, he couldn’t be at the martial arts academy all the time, and if he had to rush over, he could easily get stuck in traffic. The people who came to challenge the academy certainly wouldn’t wait for him to arrive. In that case, Tian Bingbing would likely have to face the challengers herself. With her current strength, at only the Middle Stage of the Lianqi Realm, she had no hope of fending off a powerful opponent. He couldn’t bear the thought of seeing such a beautiful woman get hurt; it would break his heart.

Tian Bingbing immediately went to the special equipment to test her speed. She managed about two thrusts per second, though with a bit of luck, she could land five thrusts in two seconds.

This was a respectable speed, at least much faster than an ordinary person.

Zhang Bin nodded. Tian Bingbing does have a solid foundation. Even a sword master like Turen Xiong can only manage about six thrusts per second. Earlier, when my first strike hit Turen Xiong’s wrist, his own sword was already about to reach my arm. It looked like an easy win, but it was actually quite risky. If I can get Tian Bingbing’s speed up to six thrusts per second, her sword technique would be comparable to Turen Xiong’s. She wouldn’t be invincible, but no ordinary cultivator could defeat her.

"Head Coach, is my speed too slow?" Tian Bingbing asked, a little embarrassed.

"It’s a bit on the slow side," Zhang Bin confirmed.

"It is?" Tian Bingbing was a little indignant. "I’ve participated in many fencing competitions and always placed well!"

"That’s because your opponents were weak," Zhang Bin stated bluntly.

"Then what’s your speed? Come on, test it!" Tian Bingbing challenged, puffing her cheeks in frustration.

Zhang Bin was curious himself. Just how fast had he become? Was his estimate of ten thrusts per second accurate?

So, without holding back, he began the test. He drew his sword and unleashed a continuous flurry of thrusts at his maximum speed.

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK...

The sword target shook violently, the sound like a raging squall or rain drumming on broad leaves. The force was simply earth-shattering.

The result appeared quickly: a staggering eleven thrusts per second, even faster than Zhang Bin had estimated.

"My God... eleven thrusts per second... What kind of speed is that?"

Tian Bingbing stood as if struck by lightning, completely stupefied and unable to speak for a long time.

Her heart filled with overwhelming admiration, but it was inexplicably followed by a surge of inferiority. She may have good cultivation talent, but compared to Zhang Bin, she was nothing. To make her want to spit blood from sheer frustration, Zhang Bin then muttered to himself, "I’ve only been practicing with a sword for three days, so I haven’t even really mastered the Lightning First Sword yet."

"Head Coach, can you please not be so discouraging? Listening to you makes me lose all my motivation to practice," Tian Bingbing whined playfully.

If anyone else had heard Zhang Bin’s words, they would have assumed he was either boasting or just showing off. But Tian Bingbing believed him. She remembered him asking her to get him a sword just three days ago, which meant he didn’t even own one before and obviously rarely practiced. Yet, three days later, he could execute eleven thrusts per second. He was a true prodigy.

"Don’t be disheartened. With me here, we’ll get your speed up in no time. Heh heh heh..."

Zhang Bin let out a wicked laugh, grabbing Tian Bingbing’s right hand and beginning to toy with it.

"Head Coach, what are you doing?" Tian Bingbing asked in a panic, her face flushing crimson. It felt as if ants were crawling on her hand.

"What do you think?" Zhang Bin replied with another wicked smile.

"I... I don’t know."

Tian Bingbing was mortified and angry, not knowing what to do. Should she pull her hand away? If she did, he definitely wouldn’t help her improve her sword technique. But if she didn’t, she felt incredibly uncomfortable and disappointed in his character.

However, Zhang Bin seemed oblivious to her feelings. He grew bolder, not just playing with her jade-like hand but also stroking his fingers up and down her arm. A look of both pleasure and sleaziness was plastered on his face.

She endured it for over ten minutes, goosebumps breaking out all over her skin, but Zhang Bin showed no signs of stopping.

Finally, Tian Bingbing couldn’t take it anymore. She snatched her hand back and, without a second thought, swung it across his face. SLAP.