Chapter 12

I... it hurts.

Feng Lun howled in his heart.

"Absolutely grateful? Is that so?"

Lin Beichen, with a look of sudden realization, said, "Alright, since you're grateful, think of a way to make my big sword calm down."

He wouldn't let up when he had the upper hand.

This was Lin Beichen's motto.

At this moment, he had to be tough.

If you showed any weakness, others would think you were no good again.

And they would bully you again.

Feng Lun was stunned.

Make the sword calm down?

How the hell do you make it calm down?

Do you apologize to the sword?

Or should he crawl under Lin Beichen's crotch himself?

How could he face anyone in the Third Academy after that?

He was at a loss.

At this moment, a voice that sounded incredibly lewd suddenly rang out behind Lin Beichen: "Young Master, I've discovered something terrifying. I went to buy breakfast, and suddenly realized we don't have a single copper coin on us. We're out of money..."

It was Wang Zhong.

This bastard had appeared again.

Buying breakfast my ass.

I believed in your evil.

You clearly ran away.

Lin Beichen silently cursed in his heart.

Feng Lun's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of a way out. "I'm willing to pay, fifty copper coins, how about that..."

"Huh? That's not it. I'm not someone who cares much about money, but for some reason, my sword still seems angry."

"Ah, no, eighty copper... no, one silver coin, one silver coin, how about that?"

"Sword, why are you still angry?"

"Twenty, twenty silver coins, that's all I have..."

"Huh, how strange, my sword suddenly isn't angry anymore."

"Here's the silver... Lin classmate, can you withdraw your sword?"

"Oh, sorry, almost forgot. By the way, I hope you don't think I'm forcing you, right?"

"Not at all, not at all."

"Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

"Not at all, not at all."

Feng Lun was almost in tears.

You damn well stuck your sword into my flesh, do you think I'd dare say I'm being forced?

Lin Beichen pulled the long sword out from Feng Lun's chest.

Pfft!

The sound of blood spurting from the wound.

Fortunately, it wasn't deep, just a flesh wound.

Covering his heart with one hand, Feng Lun felt like he had survived a disaster.

At this moment—

Ding ding ding!

The bell for class rang.

Feng Lun and his classmates, as if granted a reprieve, ran off like the wind.

They were all students from other classes.

The other students from other classes also hurried back to their classrooms, still trying to digest the shock of what they had just seen.

However, one thing was unanimously agreed upon in everyone's heart—

Lin Beichen, this scoundrel, unexpectedly had some backbone.

Anyone who wanted to cause trouble or seek revenge on him should first weigh their own strength.

Otherwise, Feng Lun, who had ended up worse off, would serve as a warning.

Lin Beichen let out a sigh of relief.

Close call.

Temporarily safe.

To think, he was now considered a minor expert?

He turned to look at Wang Zhong.

"You damn dog, where did you hide just now? How dare you betray me..."

"Young Master, don't be angry. I really went to buy you breakfast, and on the way, I had a bit of an urgent need to urinate..."

"Urgent need to urinate? Do you think I'll let you never urinate again?"

"Young Master, calm down."

"I can't calm down."

"Young Master, please ignore these important details and hurry to class. If you're late, the instructor will find fault with you. Things are different now; you no longer have a backing. The instructors who were driven crazy by you in the past will surely be looking for any reason to get you in trouble."

"Damn, you damn dog, you wait for me."

Lin Beichen's peripheral vision indeed saw that the old instructor, Ding San Shi, was already heading towards the classroom.

So he had to let go of the lewd butler who had fled the scene and hurriedly ran towards the classroom.

Yesterday, he had infuriated the old instructor enough, so today he had to perform well.

He darted into the classroom like a rabbit with its tail on fire.

...

...

In the administrative building, second floor.

Mu Xinyue's smile slowly froze.

What's going on?

That scoundrel actually defeated Feng Lun?

He seemed to use swordsmanship.

But when did this scoundrel's swordsmanship become so strong?

Almost instantly, he defeated Feng Lun, a third-level warrior.

A genuine instant kill.

To achieve this, wouldn't

...

...

you need the peak cultivation of a third-level warrior?

Is this scoundrel a peak third-level warrior?

This realm could be considered one of the best in the entire second year.

How did he do it?

It's impossible.

A series of question marks popped up in Mu Xinyue's mind.

This made her mood suddenly turn very bad.

Very bad.

This waste, he actually has such abilities?

The one she abandoned, shouldn't he have sunk into oblivion and awaited death?

He actually wants to resist?

Unforgivable.

A mysterious anger in Mu Xinyue's heart was almost uncontrollably about to burst.

"Mu classmate, are you okay?"

Guan Feidu noticed her expression was off and asked.

"Ah?" Mu Xinyue snapped back to reality, realizing the time and place were inappropriate. She instantly suppressed all negative emotions, maintaining her perfect goddess image, and turned to smile slightly. "Of course, I'm fine. I just didn't expect Lin Beichen to have been hiding his strength all along, which is quite surprising."

Guan Feidu nodded. "I'm also surprised. Lin Beichen was able to master Instructor Ding San Shi's [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Strike], which is quite refined. I suspect he has been secretly practicing for several months."

"Hmm? Senior, are you saying that what Lin Beichen used just now was [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Strike]?"

"Yes, these three strikes are Instructor Ding San Shi's signature teaching technique. Although it's not a high-level technique and falls under the category of basic swordsmanship, it has strong practical combat ability. Even a second-level warrior, after mastering these three strikes, can instantly burst with the combat power of a third-level warrior."

"I see."

"Is it that Mu classmate hasn't practiced [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Strike]?"

"To be honest, I was too arrogant. When I listened to the class, I thought these three sword techniques were too simple and crude, so I didn't take them seriously. Now, I realize I was blind and shouldn't have done that."

"Mu classmate's honesty in admitting her mistake is truly admirable. However, [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Strike] is not unsolvable. I have a detailed guide that not only records the cultivation insights and techniques of [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Strike] but also records the methods to counter it. If Mu classmate is interested, you can take it and study it."

"Ah? Who is so talented to have compiled such a detailed guide?"

"Hehe, Mu classmate is too kind. I wouldn't dare claim to be talented, but I compiled this guide out of boredom in my free time."

"Ah, really? Senior Guan, you are truly a genius who can participate in the [Blazing Sun Battle] in the third year. I am truly in awe of you. If I have any cultivation difficulties in the future, can I seek your guidance?"

"Hehe, I welcome it."