Chapter 64

Seeing this scene, Wang Mengdong finally could not remain calm and exclaimed, "The 'Sinking Blade Stance' and the 'Shadowless Blade,' two techniques combined! This Lin Tianwang actually has such talent, still at the Second Rank Martial Realm, and he can merge two Second Rank Upper Segment Combat Techniques into one."

Feng Yan bit his thumbnail and whispered, "That Sun Yan is no ordinary person either. In such a situation, he could still capture the trajectory of the wooden blade, accurately hit the back of the blade, causing the blade's momentum to shift, and turn a desperate situation into a chance for victory. This level of insight and determination is terrifying!"

The two exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Wang Mengdong sighed, "Even when I was in my first year, I was no better than this. Unfortunately, these two are just ordinary department students. Otherwise, if we could recruit them into our Elite Department Student Union, we wouldn't have to worry about the next generation of core cadres."

The Student Union of the Ordinary Department and the Elite Department, on the surface, is an equal and mutually supportive organization, but in reality, they are independent systems, and the competition between them has never stopped.

Feng Yan smiled smugly, "Hehe, our Law Enforcement Team is the only one in the entire school. Sun Yan is just to my taste, and I want him. As for Lin Tianwang, I heard that both the Student Union and the Student Association of the Ordinary Department have already privately contacted him."

Wang Mengdong shook his head in regret, sat up straight, and muttered, "Well, seeing such an outstanding match between two freshmen tonight is worth the ticket. There's no point in continuing the fight; it's time to end it."

At this moment, Lin Tianwang suddenly said, "Sun Yan, I am very happy that my first opponent in conquering the Imperial Wind Academy is you. However, if your most skilled combat technique is only the 'Second Rank Crushing Fist,' then you are destined to lose to my blade tonight."

Sun Yan pursed his lips in frustration, not understanding where Lin Tianwang's confidence came from, but Lin Tianwang had indeed hit his weak point. The only combat technique he could currently use was the 'Second Rank Crushing Fist.' He was determined that once he had enough credits, he would go to the library and learn more advanced combat techniques.

"Take this blade again!"

Lin Tianwang slowly drew his blade, holding the wooden blade in his left hand and gripping the hilt with his right, in a drawing stance.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the training ground became stagnant, and a mountain-like aura burst forth from Lin Tianwang's body.

Sun Yan's expression turned serious, and for the first time, he felt a strong sense of danger. Even before Lin Tianwang's blade was unleashed, an overwhelming pressure already enveloped him.

What combat technique is this?

His inner energy flowed like a turbulent stream, and Sun Yan stood firm on the Dragon Subduing Pile, immovable as a mountain. His arms were infused with energy, and his fists trembled slightly, the glow of energy faintly visible.

Thud!

Like the beating of a war drum, shaking the heart, Lin Tianwang drew his blade, his black hair fluttering in the wind. The blade pointed straight ahead, exuding a heavy and ancient, fierce and unparalleled aura.

"The 'Blade of This Life'!"

In the training ground, a transparent blade shadow suddenly appeared, a ten-meter blade shadow piercing the air, asking who would be the champion of this life.

Seeing this blade, Wang Mengdong stood up abruptly, exclaiming in shock, "The 'Great Tyrant Blade'!"

Feng Yan's whole body trembled, almost sliding off his seat, and he cursed under his breath, "Damn, the 'Great Tyrant Blade' from the 'List of Divine Techniques and Skills.' Is this a joke? The nearly legendary 'Great Tyrant Blade,' and such a freshman is just an ordinary department student."

Wang Mengdong then smiled, teasing, "Senior Feng, it looks like you owe me a bottle of D-grade nutrient solution this time."

The ten-meter blade shadow came from the sky, blowing Sun Yan's hair backward, revealing his resolute face.

Never before had Sun Yan felt such a suffocating sense of danger, but in the face of this intense pressure, his heart remained calm, just like when he was 8 years old, struggling on the brink of life and death after a car accident, feeling no fear.

His inner energy reached its limit, bursting forth with a gushing sound. The image of the immortal stepping on the dragon reappeared in his mind, and Sun Yan took a step forward, thudding on the ground, causing a slight tremor.

A heavy force surged from the ground, merging with Sun Yan's inner energy. This force made his meridians ache, and the long-standing barrier at the Second Rank Martial Realm seemed ready to break through.

Staring at the ten-meter blade shadow, Sun Yan's shoulders moved slightly, and with a deep breath, he slowly threw three punches.

The first punch, the blade shadow paused.

The second punch, the blade shadow blurred.

The third punch, the blade shadow shattered.

Bang, bang, bang...

A circular shockwave burst forth from the center of the blade and fist collision, and in the shattered blade shadow, half of the wooden blade flew into the air, flipping and landing on the ground, trembling slightly.

Drip, drip, drip...

A trail of blood slid from Sun Yan's fingers, and looking at Lin Tianwang, a drop of blood also fell from his wrist holding the blade.

A draw!

Outside the arena, Feng Yan and Wang Mengdong stood up, looking at the two freshmen, unsure of what to say.

Lin Tianwang casually threw the half of the wooden blade to the ground, his face showing respect, and said, "Sun Yan, I am very happy that my first opponent in conquering the Imperial Wind Academy is you. In the next match, I will surely defeat you."

With that, he turned and left the training ground.

Looking at Lin Tianwang's back, Sun Yan muttered, "Perhaps, this is the first and last draw in my life. What a pity..."

Sun Yan's regret was not for not defeating his opponent, but for not smoothly breaking through to the Third Rank Martial Realm. If the battle had continued a bit longer, he was confident that he would have broken through to the Third Rank Martial Realm.

Of course, if he could break through to the Third Rank Martial Realm, the 'Second Rank Crushing Fist' would undergo a qualitative change in power with the enhancement of the Dragon Subduing Pile. In that case, the outcome of the battle would have been Lin Tianwang's defeat.

Perhaps, this was also the reason why Lin Tianwang showed respect. This proud young man knew that if the battle continued, the balance of power would shift.

Turning around, Sun Yan bid farewell to Feng Yan and Wang Mengdong. He needed to go back and have a good sleep to replenish his energy. Of course, before leaving, he took both rice balls with him.

In the training ground, Wang Mengdong sat back down, recalling the battle, and sighed, "The 'Great Tyrant Blade' from the 'List of Divine Techniques and Skills,' I never thought it would appear in an ordinary department freshman. At the Second Rank Martial Realm, he can activate the first move of the 'Great Tyrant Blade,' though it only exerts less than one-tenth of its power. However, it must be admitted that Lin Tianwang is a genius, an absolute genius."

Feng Yan smiled, "What about Sun Yan? This kid is no simpleton either. Three 'Second Rank Crushing Fists' shattered the blade shadow. He must have another combat technique that can enhance the 'Second Rank Crushing Fist' by more than 20%. Such a combat technique is at least Fifth Rank. Hehe, in such a disadvantageous situation, he still thought about breaking through to the Second Rank Martial Realm and securing victory. This kid is really tough. I like him!"

Wang Mengdong asked curiously, "It's rare to see you so enthusiastic about a freshman. Do you want him to take over as the captain of your Law Enforcement Team?"

"Why not? I'm in my third year now, and I'll be serving in the military in a year. Naturally, I need to find a good successor for the Law Enforcement Team," Feng Yan said matter-of-factly. "This Sun Yan is the perfect fit."

Wang Mengdong thought for a moment and smiled, "Given the excellence of these two freshmen, it won't be easy for you to recruit Sun Yan into the Law Enforcement Team."

"Didn't you say before that Xu Xuyao has his eye on this kid? Hehe, this kid's days won't be easy. I heard that General Zhang Cheng's grandson, Qiu Shanlin, got into our Imperial Wind Academy through backdoor connections and is now mixed up with Xu Xuyao, that weakling. Hmph, a bunch of scoundrels. General Zhang Cheng was a brave man all his life, but he produced such a useless grandson."

As Feng Yan spoke, he suddenly laughed, revealing his white teeth, "However, it's easy to add flowers to brocade, but hard to send charcoal in the snow. I should thank that fool Xu Xuyao for making it easy for me to send charcoal in the snow."

Wang Mengdong leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face, and muttered, "This year's ordinary department will be quite lively. These two juniors might cause a significant stir, rippling the still waters."

...

The next day, the sun was bright, and the air was fresh.

The Imperial Wind Academy is located on the Cangying Treading Cloud Mountain, at an altitude of 1,400 meters. Ordinary people cannot adapt to life here, but for martial artists, this is not a problem. As for the Science and Technology Institute, this area is covered by a transparent light shield, allowing the students to live and study normally.

In the morning, Sun Yan walked down the street, following the instructions in the 'Imperial Wind Student Handbook' to his classroom.

Upon waking up, he discovered that the data in the mini optical brain within the 'Imperial Wind Student Handbook' is updated in real-time. Important notifications from the academy are communicated to students through this mini optical brain.

In the 'Imperial Wind Student Handbook,' Sun Yan's information had changed again, showing that he was assigned to Class 77 of the First Year Ordinary Department, with an average admission score of A-.

This year, a total of 50,000 martial artist students were admitted, of which about 10,000 were from the Elite Department, and the rest were all freshmen from the Ordinary Department.

The 40,000 freshmen from the Ordinary Department were divided into 100 classes, with 400 students in each class. Sun Yan was quite resentful about being assigned to Class 77, feeling that he had a special connection with these unlucky numbers. In comparison, Class 69 at the Southern Eagle Academy was more to his liking.

The number 69 always evokes a certain imagination in men.

As for his average admission score of A-, Sun Yan was not particularly concerned, thinking it was probably due to his poor performance in the cultural subjects during the final exam.

Arriving at Class 77, the classroom was already full of students. In higher education, seats are not fixed, and students can choose their own seats. The large classroom can accommodate a thousand people, so it's always possible to find an empty seat.

Sun Yan looked around, considering finding a corner seat,