Chapter 11

Damn it.

This damn dog.

He even said he was loyal and devoted.

Didn't we agree before? If someone came to cause trouble, he would play the role of a skilled guard to scare these naive and innocent students who haven't been beaten by society. At that time, this damn dog even patted his chest and promised that not only would he pretend to be a skilled guard, but he would also protect Lin Beichen even if it meant taking a beating.

But now?

This damn dog actually ran away?

How unrighteous.

Lin Beichen was instantly at a loss.

What the hell do I do now?

Do I really have to draw my sword and fight?

Although he had mastered the [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Combo] last night through his phone, he was, after all, a game otaku in his previous life with no fighting experience. As a civilized person in a law-based society, he was not mentally prepared to wield a blade.

The surrounding crowd laughed with schadenfreude.

"Come on, crawl through."

"Crawl through and lick the dust off all our boots clean."

"What are you looking at? Crawl through quickly."

"Brat, hurry up."

"Do you still think you're the young lord of the Zhan Tian Manor?"

The students who came with Feng Lun had already been instructed and immediately began to cooperate, shouting various humiliating words.

Feng Lun, seeing this, felt even more pleased.

He decided to take it further and, with a clang, drew his longsword from his waist, pointing it at Lin Beichen, and said, "Brat, your father is a deserter, and you're a coward. If it weren't for the school's rules against killing, I would have already..."

Before he could finish his sentence,

A sudden change occurred.

Whoosh!

A white sword light flashed by.

Clang!

Feng Lun's vision blurred, and he felt a shock in his wrist, making his entire arm numb. The sword in his hand flew out of his grip.

Whoosh!

Another white sword light flashed by.

He felt a chill on his chest.

Looking down,

The silver tip of the sword had already pierced through his clothing, shallowly penetrating his flesh. A faint red stain spread along the blade, like a slowly blooming red flower...

And the hilt of the sword was in...

Lin Beichen's hand?!

So, what exactly...

Happened just now?

I...

Lost?

Defeated by Lin Beichen?

This wastrel, he...

Actually has such terrifying strength?

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Feng Lun's heart suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

He stared at Lin Beichen in a daze.

And Lin Beichen was even more stunned than Feng Lun.

Damn it?

What happened just now?

He was also in a daze.

But this dazed expression, when seen by the terrified Feng Lun, gave a completely different feeling—

His expression was cold and devoid of any emotion, like a cold-blooded killer. Especially his eyes, which had no focus, were hollow, as if everyone else was already a lifeless corpse in his eyes.

Terrifying.

Horrible.

Lin Beichen in this state was like a cold-blooded professional killer who had killed countless people.

How could I have made an enemy of such a person?

"Lin... classmate, don't... let's talk... calmly..."

Feng Lun's mentality collapsed instantly.

What goddess, what sacrifices for love...

All of it was thrown to the wind.

Living was the most important thing.

His legs were weak, and he wanted to kneel and beg for mercy.

But he didn't dare to move.

Because the sword was still in his chest.

He was afraid that any movement would cause Lin Beichen to misinterpret and push the sword forward, piercing his heart and ending his life.

The surrounding people were also stunned.

Especially those who had just been gloating and adding to the trouble, their expressions were completely frozen.

What's going on?

Feng Lun is a Level 3 Warrior.

Although just a beginner, he is still a solid Level 3.

He was instantly defeated by a student from Class 9, Grade 2, no, by the worst student in the entire Grade 2?

No one had seen clearly what combat technique Lin Beichen used just now.

Because it was too fast.

Lin Beichen's speed was too fast.

It was like a flash of lightning.

All the students felt a blur in their vision, and when they reacted, Lin Beichen's sword was already poking Feng Lun's chest.

What kind of strength is this?

"Lin... Lin Beichen, don't be impulsive..."

"Killing is forbidden in the academy..."

"Lin classmate, stop, let's talk calmly."

Feng Lun's few friends were also scared stiff, not daring to approach, and nervously pleaded, afraid that Lin Beichen might really impulsively kill Feng Lun, and if the academy investigated, they would also be held responsible.

What?

You bet Lin Beichen won't kill?

Please!

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This wastrel is a lunatic.

When his mental illness flares up, what can he not do?

All the onlookers' hearts were in their throats.

And at this moment, the shocking Lin Beichen finally slowly came to his senses.

Uh?

Just now...

It seemed that when Feng Lun drew his sword and pointed it at him, his body sensed some kind of threat and suddenly became completely uncontrollable. Without waiting for his brain's command, his body reacted directly.

Drawing the sword, counterattacking.

Thrust, break, stab...

That seemed to be...

The [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Combo] combo?

Thrust, refers to moving to the opponent's side in the shortest time and at the fastest speed.

Break, refers to breaking the opponent's defense with the most reasonable, effective, and energy-saving angle and force.

Stab, refers to killing and defeating the opponent with the simplest, most direct, and most lethal method.

This thrust, break, and stab are the core essence of the [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Combo].

It seems simple but is actually very difficult.

In actual combat, if one is overly rigid in form, the techniques become lifeless and ineffective.

The key is to practice these three strikes thousands of times, making them a natural instinct, and to use them flexibly in combat to achieve the best effect.

Just now, Lin Beichen's counterattack was as swift as a white horse passing through a gap.

His body had already formed an instinct.

When he executed it, the power was terrifyingly strong.

Far exceeding his own expectations.

"Damn, practicing through a phone app is too powerful!"

Lin Beichen was inwardly elated.

If last night he had only just begun to grasp the [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Combo], then now he had reached the point where he could use it effortlessly.

The power of these three strikes exceeded his imagination.

Even a Level 3 beginner Warrior like Feng Lun seemed as weak as a chicken, unable to withstand a single blow.

So, did he underestimate the [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Combo], or did he underestimate the power of practicing through a phone app?

No matter what...

Feeling good!

"Let's talk calmly?"

Lin Beichen laughed on the spot: "But when I was trying to talk calmly just now, someone didn't seem to appreciate it. Now my sword is angry, and you want to appreciate it?"

"Yes, yes, I appreciate it, I appreciate it, absolutely appreciate it."

Feng Lun forced a smile, inwardly screaming.

Bro, don't laugh.

When you laugh, your hand shakes, and the sword shakes too.

This sword is still in my flesh.