Chapter 27

"Master, you're back? Hehe, are you satisfied? I told you, my name is Wang Zhong, and I have a 'zhong' (loyalty) in my name, so of course I have to be thorough. Although we are down on our luck now, we can't lower our standards for life. We still have to be refined. These are the ten sets of clothes I bought for you, the best from Zhenxiu Workshop. By the way, there's also... inside the tent."

Wang Zhong said excitedly.

Lin Beichen had a bad feeling and said, "Don't tell me you spent all twenty silver coins I gave you in one go?"

"Of course," Wang Zhong replied, "If I didn't spend all the money, how could I show my loyalty to you, Master?"

Lin Beichen: "..."

You really are loyal to me, aren't you?

That was supposed to last you a whole month.

You spent it all in one day.

How can you be so wasteful?

"Hey, Master, your face doesn't look good?"

Wang Zhong asked suspiciously, "Did you not do well in today's exam?"

"Not..."

Lin Beichen gritted his teeth and said.

"Then... is it because the things I bought are not refined enough?"

Wang Zhong asked.

"No, you dog, you... well, you did a good job."

Lin Beichen was about to explode with anger but suddenly remembered his persona. To maintain his image as a wasteful young master who spends money like water, he had to swallow his frustration and praised Wang Zhong, vowing to himself never to give this old man too much money again.

It was strange.

Both he and Wang Zhong were in a dire situation. How did this guy manage to go out and get so many things?

Logically, once he left the school, he should have been beaten to death by their enemies waiting outside.

Lin Beichen was very puzzled.

A moment later.

"Hahahaha, Uncle Wang, you did a great job, really great, it was worth every penny."

Suddenly, he went from calling him 'dog' to 'Uncle Wang.'

Because after changing into clean, comfortable, and soft robes and eating the most famous pastries in the city, Lin Beichen felt his soul elevate.

A large-scale 'true fragrance' scene.

Wang Zhong chuckled, "Of course, after all, I know you, Master."

Night had fallen.

In the tent, Lin Beichen summoned his phone.

After a day, it still had 62% battery left.

The two apps, [Intermediate Profound Qi Condensation Technique] and [Basic Sword Technique Close Combat Three-Strike], were running in the background. The three apps for herbal medicine, history, and profound pattern theory were all turned off.

Apart from that, there were no new changes on the phone.

After studying it for a while, Lin Beichen put the phone away.

He was subconsciously reducing the time he spent fiddling with the phone to save battery.

"The three sword techniques are almost at the peak of perfection."

"Based on today's test, my Profound Qi level is at least level 6."

"Today's class combat, although not challenging, helped me overcome my fear of cold weapon combat in this world and gave me combat experience. Tomorrow, no matter who I face, I have a good chance of winning."

"I must get first place."

"Otherwise, Wu Xiaofang, that mad dog, will never let up."

Lin Beichen thought repeatedly in his mind.

As for the temporarily canceled Profound Qi level test, Lin Beichen wasn't worried at all.

Because his Profound Qi cultivation was genuine, not fake.

No matter how many times it was retested, the result would be the same.

The only thing that made him anxious was that there were still no new clues on the phone about how to return to Earth.

He told himself not to rush, to take it slowly.

Unconsciously, he fell asleep.

Old steward Wang Zhong diligently guarded outside the tent.

Twenty meters away, on a tree, the old instructor Ding San Shi, hidden in the dark, listened to the snoring from the tent and fell into deep thought.

In the past few days, the wasteful young master had been eating and sleeping, and he hadn't seen him practice.

So, where did his godlike understanding of [Basic Sword Technique Close Combat Three-Strike] and his level 6 Profound Qi come from?

Could there really be a genius in the world who could become stronger just by lying around?

...

...

The next day.

The competition continued.

Although Class 9 had finished their internal battles and selected their representative,

Classes 1, 2, and 8, which had more talented students, were still in intense battles, taking longer to select their final representatives.

It wasn't until noon that the representatives from the ten classes of the second year were finally chosen.

Class 1 had fifteen, Class 2 had ten, Class 8 had ten, and the other classes had between five and eight each.

This was determined by the average level of the students in each class.

The class with the highest average level got the most representative spots.

In total, the ten classes had exactly one hundred student representatives.

These one hundred people would participate in the final practical exam to compete for the highest honor.

After lunch, the final practical competition finally began, drawing the attention of everyone.

The one hundred student representatives were shuffled and re-drawn.

The numbers drawn determined the first-round opponents.

Lin Beichen, by a stroke of luck, drew number 97.

So his first-round opponent was the student with number 4.

The second-year training ground had ten stages, so ten matches could be held in each round.

The rounds were arranged by the examiners.

Lin Beichen was not in the first round.

Basically, the examiners deliberately arranged each round so that no more than two top-tier seed players would face each other in any given round.

This way, the talented students in the grade could observe each other's matches,激发彼此的斗志，发挥出最强的力量。

第一轮中，有吴笑方的比赛。

他的对手是来自九班的代表程苦。

两人登台。

程苦面带苦笑。

他的运气很差，第一轮就遇到了上届比赛的第一名吴笑方。

毫无胜算。

这个阶段的实战考试规则非常残酷，只要输一场，就意味着被淘汰，不再有败者组，所以遇到吴笑方这样的大热门，注定没有什么机会了。

“还请吴师兄手下留情。”

程苦拱手道。

吴笑方冷冷一笑：“留情？那是不可能的。”

程苦一怔。

怎么回事？

吴笑方好像对自己有很大的敌意？

自己以前并没有招惹他啊。

比武开始。

程苦拔剑，正是基础剑术的起手式。

能够从九班四十名学生中脱颖而出，他自然有一定的战斗力。

但吴笑方只是冷笑一声，连手中的长剑都未曾出鞘，直接踏步上前，带鞘的剑大大咧咧地直刺程苦中宫，直取胸前。

程苦沉着冷静，一式基础剑法中的【千山横阻】，直接封架。

这是极为稳妥的应对方式。

然而长剑与那剑鞘一撞，顿时一股沛然莫御的反震之力传来。

程苦只觉得手腕一麻，长剑就脱手飞出。

To stimulate each other's fighting spirit and bring out their strongest abilities.

In the first round, Wu Xiaofang had a match.

His opponent was Cheng Ku, the representative from Class 9.

The two stepped onto the stage.

Cheng Ku had a bitter smile on his face.

His luck was very bad, as he faced Wu Xiaofang, the first-place winner from the previous competition, in the first round.

He had no chance of winning.

The rules of this stage of the practical exam were very harsh. Losing one match meant elimination, with no loser's bracket. So encountering a popular favorite like Wu Xiaofang meant he had no real chance.

"Please, Senior Wu, show some mercy."

Cheng Ku bowed.

Wu Xiaofang gave a cold laugh, "Mercy? That's impossible."

Cheng Ku was taken aback.

What was going on?

Wu Xiaofang seemed to have a lot of hostility towards him?

He hadn't provoked him before.

The match began.

Cheng Ku drew his sword, starting with the basic sword technique.

Having stood out among the forty students in Class 9, he naturally had a certain level of combat ability.

But Wu Xiaofang only gave a cold laugh, not even unsheathing his sword. He stepped forward, and with the sheathed sword, he thrust directly at Cheng Ku's center, aiming for his chest.

Cheng Ku remained calm and composed, using the basic sword technique [Thousand Mountains Blocking] to block.

This was a very cautious and stable response.

However, when the sword and the sheath collided, a powerful and irresistible counterforce immediately came.

Cheng Ku felt a numbness in his wrist, and his sword flew out of his hand.