Chapter 29

Whoosh!

The sound of a sword breaking through the air echoed.

Before Leng Ye could react, he felt a chill on his left shoulder. When he looked down, Lin Beichen's sword had already pierced through his left shoulder.

A sense of confusion spread through Leng Ye's mind.

What's happening?

What just happened?

Why did Lin Beichen's sword pierce his shoulder in just a moment?

This confusion was quickly replaced by intense pain.

"Ah... ah..."

Leng Ye finally let out a pig-like scream.

Pfft!

Lin Beichen pulled out his sword.

A jet of blood spurted out.

Then, with a backhand, he struck Leng Ye's right cheek, sending him to the ground, where he wailed in agony.

"Someone like you, a defective product, dares to provoke me?"

Lin Beichen squatted down, wiped the blood from his sword on Leng Ye's clothes, and then kicked him off the stage.

Thud!

Leng Ye fell to the ground and immediately fainted.

The examiner was stunned, turned to look at the viewing stand where the grade head Chu Hen was sitting, and saw him nod slightly. Only then did he announce loudly, "Lin Beichen wins!"

Below the stage, chaos ensued.

A student from Class One, his eyes darting around, thought of something and shouted loudly, "Lin Beichen, your move was too vicious. It's just a martial arts competition, and you actually injured Senior Brother Leng. You're inhuman."

"I protest, this isn't a competition, it's murder."

"To treat a classmate like this, you're not even human."

"Strongly request the examiner to cancel Lin Beichen's score..."

For a moment, it seemed like everyone was in an uproar.

Lin Beichen pointed his sword at the student from Class One and said, "You're not convinced? Come up and fight me, you idiot."

"I..."

The student felt a sudden loss of confidence.

Although the sword was pointed at him from a distance, it felt as if the tip was pressing against his throat, making him shiver and unable to utter a word.

The others also fell silent.

Wherever Lin Beichen's sword pointed, the noisy crowd, like a flame just ignited, was suddenly doused with cold water, instantly cooling down.

Clang!

He sheathed his sword and walked down the stage step by step, neither too fast nor too slow.

His black hair danced, reflecting the sunlight.

"Ahhh, so cool."

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Three or four fangirl students were covering their faces and screaming.

The sword instructor of Class Nine, Ding San Shi, had a gleam in his eyes.

"Genius, a true sword genius."

"Even if he started practicing the [Basic Sword Technique] from birth, to reach this level is enough to prove his sword talent. Hehehe, it's him, the one I've been looking for, this brat."

The old instructor made a decision without hesitation.

Further away.

On the viewing stand.

Chu Hen's face was filled with a smile as he said, "Haha, Brother Qingxuan, now you've seen Lin Beichen's performance in the competition. What do you think?"

Li Qingxuan narrowed his eyes and said, "The opponent was too weak, can't really judge anything."

Chu Hen couldn't stop laughing, "Continue, haha, keep watching."

He now regarded Lin Beichen as a precious gem.

Although the announcement of Lin Beichen's Xuan Qi level test results being temporarily invalid was made, it was just an excuse for the public.

The truth was very clear to him and the other participants.

The so-called [Xuan Qi Stone] malfunction was just a cover. It was because of the observer Li Qingxuan's insistence that this conclusion was given. Once the sixth-grade [Xuan Qi Stone] arrived, everything would be revealed.

Hahahaha.

Our Third Academy is about to produce a great gem.

Just thinking about how, in the future, at the inter-academy exchange, he could grab the grade heads of other academies and say, "Come, come, let me show you my great gem," and then see them instantly convinced, made him feel incredibly satisfied.

…

The competition continued.

After half an hour, the first round of the competition was over.

Fifty people were eliminated.

Fifty people advanced.

The entire process was supervised by the grade head Chu Hen, the special observer Li Qingxuan, and several dozen examiners to ensure fairness and effectiveness.

To further ensure fairness, the fifty advancing students were re-drawn lots.

Lin Beichen drew number 47.

"Seems like I have a special connection with the number 7."

Is it fate that 7 is always there?

Lin Beichen looked at the number in his hand.

This time, he didn't have to wait long before his turn came.

When he stepped onto the stage and saw his opponent clearly,

"Ha, what a small world, surprised? Excited? Thrilled?"

Lin Beichen smiled.

Because the student standing there, looking embarrassed, was the same one who had earlier stood up for Leng Ye and incited others to attack him.

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"You... don't go too far."

The student said nervously.

Lin Beichen almost burst out laughing.

This dialogue would only be appropriate if it were a girl speaking.

"Didn't I remember correctly, you're from Class One, right?"

Lin Beichen said.

The student replied, "That's right, my best friend is Senior Brother Wu Xiaofang. You..."

Before he could finish,

A flash of sword light.

Pfft.

Pfft.

The sounds of the sword piercing and being pulled out almost coincided.

Bang!

A kick to the abdomen.

The student was kicked off the stage and fell to the ground hard.

The entire process took less than a breath.

At this moment, his pig-like scream finally echoed.

Like Leng Ye, his right arm was pierced by the sword, a serious injury.

But this was within the allowed range of the competition rules.

Because some high-quality herbal medicines and elixirs could heal such penetrating wounds in a short time.

As long as it didn't endanger life or cause permanent disability, it was acceptable.

The purpose of the practical competition was to let the students experience the intensity of life-and-death battles and remember the feeling of real combat. Too many restrictions would lose the meaning of practical training.

This time, no one dared to take the opportunity to attack Lin Beichen.

The vengeful nature of the rich kid made many people feel a chill.

After the examiner loudly announced the result of the battle, Lin Beichen, in his green robe, slowly walked down the stage, step by step, neither too fast nor too slow.

"So cool, ahhh."

Several fangirl students were covering their faces and screaming below the stage.

Yeah, the number of his fan girls increased a bit.

Time passed.

The competition continued.

Thud!

Xue Yue, a student from Class Nine of the second year, fell heavily from the stage, spitting blood and fainting.

"I said, I will bully every student from Class Nine I see."

Wu Xiaofang stood on the stage, sneering and looking down, "If you have a problem, blame having a classmate named Lin Beichen."

The students from Class Nine, standing below the stage, were angry but dared not speak out.

Wu Xiaofang was truly ruthless.

He was clearly targeting the students from Class Nine, not only defeating them but also severely injuring and verbally humiliating them. First Cheng Ku, then Xue Yue. This had gone beyond the meaning of a competition, clearly a deliberate act of humiliation.