Chapter 63

"Emperor Lin…."

Sun Yan rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but groan. Was this guy crazy? It was almost midnight, and he was actually inviting someone out for a showdown. The outdoor speed trial at Ten Thousand Dao Mountain had just ended today. Was this guy not at all tired?

Leaning against the window, Sun Yan said weakly, "Classmate Lin, can't we talk about this tomorrow? It's our first day at Imperial Wind Academy. Let's get familiar with the environment first."

"No."

Lin Tianwang, expressionless, slowly said, "Sun Yan, you are my first challenger in conquering Imperial Wind Academy. Our showdown must start on the first day of enrollment."

Damn, this guy is even crazier than Chang Cheng. Conquering Imperial Wind Academy, what a big talk! No way, I don't have time to tangle with such a lunatic. I need to sleep, early to bed, early to rise.

Thinking of this, Sun Yan spread his hands and said helplessly, "Classmate Lin, have you read the 'Imperial Wind Student Handbook'? The first rule of the student code is that students are not allowed to fight privately on campus. Violators will be deducted 5 credits, and those with serious offenses will be expelled."

"Classmate Lin, you don't want to be deducted 5 credits or even expelled on your first day, do you? Why don't you go back and get some sleep? If you want to challenge me next time, at least treat me to a meal. I need some compensation for my effort."

Hearing this, Lin Tianwang's eyes widened, not knowing how to respond. He indeed hadn't read the 'Imperial Wind Student Handbook' and didn't know about this rule.

"Then, good night, Classmate Lin!"

Sun Yan smiled and waved, feeling relieved, thinking he could finally get a good night's sleep.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the darkness downstairs: "Junior Sun Yan is quite diligent, reading the student handbook on the first day. Indeed, the first rule of the student code states that students are not allowed to fight privately. However, if supervised by members of the school's enforcement team, it's fine."

A tall young man walked out of the darkness, with a shiny bald head, a muscular build, wearing large black sunglasses, a white tank top, faded old jeans, and flip-flops. He was holding two steaming rice balls.

This young man was the senior from the registration office yesterday.

Sun Yan was speechless. After a while, he came to his senses and thought, "What the heck, wearing sunglasses at night, how pretentious, aren't you afraid of getting struck by lightning?"

Another voice sounded calmly, "With me, the officers of the Elite Department Student Union will supervise. You two freshmen have quite a bit of face!"

Sun Yan and Lin Tianwang turned in surprise and saw a gray-haired young man standing next to the bald young man, who was the senior they met at the end of Ten Thousand Dao Mountain earlier.

If the gray-haired young man didn't speak, no one would even notice his presence.

Sun Yan was shocked. His senses were extremely sharp, far surpassing those of a second-level martial artist, yet he didn't sense this person's presence at all. If such a person wanted to ambush someone, it would be completely silent and terrifying.

The two walked downstairs, and even the proud Lin Tianwang bowed slightly in respect to the strong.

The bald young man looked up and said in a neutral tone, "Junior Sun Yan, seeing the seniors downstairs, you're still standing upstairs. That's a bit impolite, isn't it?"

Sun Yan had no choice but to open the window and jump down, walking over and saying, "Seniors, good evening."

The bald young man's lips curled, revealing white teeth, and he said, "I am the captain of the enforcement team, Feng Yan. This is the senior officer of the Elite Department Student Union, Meng Dongwang. How about it, Junior Sun Yan? Feeling honored to have your first-day showdown supervised by us?"

Honored my ass! Sun Yan cursed inwardly, damn it, am I having bad luck? So many troubles on the first day of enrollment?

Sun Yan's face darkened, and he said coolly, "Then let's fight!"

A flame of anger burned in his heart. Sun Yan was naturally optimistic, but even a clay figure has a bit of fire. Anyone who encounters so many misfortunes on the first day of enrollment would find it hard to stay calm.

Looking at Sun Yan's expression, the gray-haired young man, Meng Dongwang, smiled and pointed at the two rice balls in Feng Yan's hand, saying, "As for the meal Junior Sun Yan mentioned, this time, Feng Yan and I will treat you."

Feng Yan said regretfully, "These are our midnight snacks! Hey, you're getting a free ride."

Seeing Feng Yan's expression, the black sunglasses covering half his face, and the shiny bald head, Sun Yan had an urge to punch this guy into a pig's head. This guy was too annoying.

A moment later, Sun Yan and Lin Tianwang were taken to a training ground, which, according to Meng Dongwang, was his exclusive training ground.

Looking at the two, Feng Yan pointed at the timer and shouted, "Preparation time: 180 seconds. No time limit for the fight. You can end it whenever you feel it's enough."

"Countdown, 179..."

"Countdown, 178..."

Listening to the countdown, Sun Yan calmed down, but his chest was burning with fighting spirit. He needed a satisfying fight to vent his suppressed emotions.

Sitting on the side, Meng Dongwang whispered, "Fortunately, you have that naturally annoying face. Otherwise, it would be quite difficult to ignite this Junior Sun Yan's fighting spirit. This freshman is too slippery."

Feng Yan, with his legs crossed, grinned and said, "I have high hopes for this kid. The first time I saw him, I felt he was like me. But compared to me, he's still a bit green. This year's ordinary department has two such freshmen, which is quite interesting."

"Meng Dongwang, do you think Sun Yan will win?" Meng Dongwang asked with a smile.

Feng Yan tilted his head and said in a casual tone, "What, Dongwang, do you think Lin Tianwang has a better chance? No wonder, both your names have a 'Wang' in them, you must feel close."

Meng Dongwang laughed and shook his head, "What a twisted logic, it's just my intuition."

"Oh, want to bet?"

"On what?"

Feng Yan raised his head and said, "Of course, the D-grade nutrient solution in your hand."

"You're still thinking about that nutrient solution."

Meng Dongwang laughed and scolded, then said, "Alright, let's bet a bottle of D-grade nutrient solution, no credit."

"No problem! You're going to lose." Feng Yan said confidently.

"Countdown, 0! Fight begins."

Whoosh!

Lin Tianwang's feet pushed off the ground, and he darted forward. The wooden sword sliced through the air, creating multiple sword shadows, enveloping Sun Yan's upper body at an extremely tricky angle.

Upper-level second-rank combat technique - [Shadowless Sword]!

Upper-level combat techniques have unmatched power compared to their rank. [Two-Stage Crushing Fist] is a two-stage force release, exploding with far greater destructive power than a second-level martial artist.

The power of [Shadowless Sword] is one word - fast!

With each swing, multiple sword shadows overlapped, the air seemed to tear, making a tearing sound. The sword shadows were like surging waves, layering 18 times, rushing over.

"Too fast!"

Sun Yan regulated his breathing, his gaze focused. The yuan in his dantian rapidly circulated, instantly spreading throughout his body, pouring into his arms. The yuan force in his fists glowed, and [Two-Stage Crushing Fist] was instantly activated.

Bang bang bang bang...

Alternating punches, in the blink of an eye, Sun Yan delivered 36 punches. Each punch hit the tip of the wooden sword precisely, dispersing the layers of sword shadows.

The air crackled like fireworks, and whirlwinds continuously emerged, blowing the hair of the two teenagers.

Suddenly, Sun Yan's eyes flashed, and the sky full of fist shadows disappeared. He retracted his left fist and thrust his right fist upward, silently entering the sword shadows. Then, a muffled sound came.

The two figures separated upon contact, Sun Yan and Lin Tianwang both retreating three steps.

"Refreshing, refreshing, hahaha..."

Sun Yan laughed heartily, feeling the yuan in his body as thin as a thread. The 36 [Two-Stage Crushing Fists] he just delivered had almost depleted his internal yuan.

The Dragon Suppressing Pile activated in time, a gentle force came from the ground, and in a few breaths, it replenished most of the depleted internal yuan, making him feel refreshed and full of energy.

In contrast, Lin Tianwang was also breathing steadily, showing no signs of fatigue.

Lin Tianwang's expression was indifferent, "Among peers, you are the first to withstand my 36 [Shadowless Swords]."

Sun Yan laughed, "I'm the first? I'm sure I won't be the last."

The wooden sword slightly raised, Lin Tianwang said proudly, "Next, I won't hold back."

On the side, Feng Yan and Meng Dongwang were both surprised by the unexpected intensity of the fight.

Meng Dongwang whispered, "Delivering 36 upper-level second-rank combat techniques, these two have not weakened at all. Even a third-level martial artist can't match them in this aspect."

"Not only that, both of their upper-level combat techniques are perfect, extremely proficient, as if they have practiced for decades." Feng Yan whispered, cursing, "Damn, even the excellent freshmen in the Elite Department are no better than this. How did these two end up in the ordinary department?"

Meng Dongwang's eyes flashed, looking at the field, and smiled, "Perhaps, they are more than just excellent freshmen in the Elite Department."

Zzzz!

A sharp sound echoed, the air tearing like a broken leather. Lin Tianwang swung his sword, but this time it wasn't [Shadowless Sword]. It was a straightforward, unswerving strike, using the back of the sword to chop down.

This strike was incredibly heavy, like a massive rock pressing down, making it feel impossible to resist.

Upper-level second-rank combat technique - [Heavy Sword Stance].

The power of [Heavy Sword Stance] lies in one word - slow!

Slow, yet heavy as a thousand jin.

But when Lin Tianwang swung his sword, it started very slowly, then became as fast as lightning. A fan-shaped sword shadow swept over, pressing down on Sun Yan, unstoppable.

Sun Yan's face remained calm. He took a deep breath, didn't retreat, and his shoulders slightly sank. He then delivered three punches.

These three punches were still [Two-Stage Crushing Fist], but the angles were like a hanging antelope's horn, striking the side of the wooden sword from an impossible angle. All three punches hit the same point, forcing the sword to change direction.

Immediately, another punch shot out, his right arm like a bow, his right fist like a hammer, aiming for Lin Tianwang's face.

The two figures crossed, advancing seven steps before stopping. Strands of hair fell, and two blood lines slid down from their foreheads, the marks of the fist wind and sword force.

The training ground was silent, so quiet that even the breathing of the four people couldn't be heard.

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