Chapter 28

Defeated!

Is this it? Defeated already?

Just one move.

Knowing he was no match for Wu Xiaofang, he never expected to lose so quickly.

The crowd around the arena burst into exclamations of shock.

Cheng Ku felt a chill in his heart and was about to admit defeat.

But Wu Xiaofang showed no intention of stopping. In an instant, he stepped closer, and with a reverse strike of the scabbard, he hit Cheng Ku's right cheek hard.

Smack!

Blood splattered.

Cheng Ku had not even managed to say the words "I admit defeat" when he was struck, dazed and disoriented, and fell to the ground with a thud. His right cheek swelled rapidly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, completely stunned.

Wu Xiaofang sneered and took another step forward, placing his foot on Cheng Ku's face.

"Ah...!"

Cheng Ku let out a cry of pain.

Wu Xiaofang sneered and said, "Don't blame me... If you have to blame someone, blame Lin Beichen. Why did you end up in the same class as that scoundrel? I will torment every student from Class 9 I come across... Get lost!"

Thud!

He kicked Cheng Ku hard in the stomach.

Cheng Ku was directly thrown off the arena, landing heavily on the ground. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, clutched his stomach, and curled up like a shrimp, his face pale, unable to stand up.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Although it was a practical combat test, and injuries were inevitable, Wu Xiaofang's actions were excessively brutal.

If Cheng Ku's injuries were not treated promptly, he would likely be bedridden for at least ten to fifteen days.

"Wu Xiaofang wins!"

The examiner announced the result of the match.

Class 9 students carried the unconscious Cheng Ku away on a stretcher.

Wu Xiaofang stood on the arena, his gaze sweeping down and quickly finding Lin Beichen in the crowd. A mocking smile appeared on his face as he extended his thumb and slowly pointed it downward, saying, "Lin, do your best. I look forward to facing you on the arena. Don't get eliminated too early!"

Lin Beichen remained expressionless.

Wu Xiaofang laughed loudly and left the arena.

The students were buzzing with discussion.

Soon, the first round of the combat assessment ended.

Including Cheng Ku, ten people were eliminated.

Then came the second round.

The second round of combat lasted for half an hour, and the results were announced: ten people advanced, and ten were eliminated.

Thus, it continued until the fifth round, when another highly anticipated student finally stepped onto the arena.

Muxin Yue.

This girl, known as the "Commoner Princess" of the Third Academy, had already demonstrated exceptional strength in the previous competition, ranking third. This time, whether in the written test or the玄气 (spiritual energy) level test, she outperformed Wu Xiaofang, Wu Xi, and Sixin Lin.

Everyone could sense the strong momentum of her rise.

The area around Arena 1 was soon packed with people.

Almost all the students wanted to witness the combat style of the "Commoner Princess."

As a result, the other nine arenas, where matches were also taking place, were virtually deserted, with only a few scattered spectators around each.

Arena 1.

The two combatants had already appeared.

Muxin Yue wore a green school uniform, modified to accentuate her graceful and slender figure. Her tall and heroic posture, with full curves where they should be and slender lines where they should be, made every curve seem like a masterpiece crafted by a divine creator.

Her black ponytail danced in the wind.

She seemed like a descending sword goddess.

Countless eyes were fixed on Muxin Yue at that moment, filled with admiration and envy.

Especially Feng Lun, a typical sycophant, whose eyes sparkled with admiration and adoration.

Unfortunately, due to his previous actions against Lin Beichen, his idol, the goddess, had not spoken to him for several days. Every time he thought about it, Feng Lun felt a deep pain, not only losing the favor of his goddess but also 20 silver coins.

But at this moment, Feng Lun had completely lost the courage to oppose Lin Beichen.

"The match begins."

The examiner announced loudly.

"Zheng classmate, please."

Muxin Yue drew her sword, assuming the starting stance of the basic sword technique.

Unlike Wu Xiaofang's arrogance, Muxin Yue's demeanor was polite and graceful, making people feel comfortable and at ease.

Her opponent was Zheng Tuo, the class president of Class 6.

"I admit defeat."

Zheng Tuo declared loudly.

"Being paired with Senior Muxin in this match is the luckiest thing that has happened to me this year. Being able to speak a few words to my idol at such close range is already a great satisfaction for me. I am not a match for Senior Muxin, and I cannot fight her. I do not want to waste your spiritual energy, Senior Muxin. I wish you to shine in this competition and win the championship!"

After saying this, the young genius from Class 6, Year 2, gave Muxin Yue a deep look and then turned away, jumping off the arena on his own.

The match ended.

The crowd around the arena was in an uproar.

Even the examiner was taken aback for a moment before announcing the result: "Muxin Yue wins and advances to the next round."

Muxin Yue gracefully bowed and said, "Thank you, Zheng classmate."

She turned and left the arena.

In the crowd, Lin Beichen was also surprised.

He had to admit that the life force of sycophants was truly formidable.

Whether on Earth or in this world, they were always present, tirelessly devoted.

The matches continued.

It was not until the ninth round that Lin Beichen was called to the arena.

His opponent was Leng Ye, a young genius from Class 1.

Their match, though not as sensational as Muxin Yue's, still attracted significant attention.

On the arena.

"Truly a pleasant surprise, ha ha, to meet you, the cheater... Ha ha, my luck is really not bad today."

Leng Ye looked at Lin Beichen with great excitement.

Lin Beichen kept his eyes closed and did not speak.

Leng Ye continued, "Ha ha, Senior Wu has offered a reward of 10 gold coins to anyone who can expose you as a fraud on the arena... Ha ha, today, that reward is mine."

He was the most loyal lackey of Wu Xiaofang.

Lin Beichen still did not speak.

In the crowd below.

"This scoundrel seems scared, not even daring to open his eyes."

"It's too late to be scared now."

"Ha ha, defeating one Feng Lun and thinking you're invincible. Senior Leng Ye is one of the top six geniuses in Class 1 and is said to have a chance to rank in the top 15 of the entire grade this time."

Various discussions and commotions swirled like boiling water.

"But Lin Beichen is really handsome."

"His closed-eyed, sword-holding posture is simply the template of a sword immortal."

"Although he is a scoundrel, he is at least a handsome one. If I were to be cheated by such a cute puppy, I would accept it, too."

A couple of idle and infatuated female students, looking at the jade-like Lin Beichen with his handsome face, could not help but feel their hearts flutter.

At this moment—

"The match begins."

The examiner announced loudly.

"Ha ha, Lin Beichen, now I will show you what it means to be unable to—"

Leng Ye continued to taunt.

But Lin Beichen's eyes suddenly snapped open.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.