Chapter 30

Moreover, such a blatant attempt to sow discord between the students of Class 9 and Lin Beichen is truly despicable.

The students are not fools.

Very few people are foolish enough to question and blame Lin Beichen because of this.

Furthermore, the students of Class 9 have seen that in Lin Beichen's previous two matches, he was avenging Cheng Ku and Xue Yue, repaying them in kind, and brutally defeating Leng Ye and... what was the name of that other student.

A nameless extra.

How pitiful.

"Lin Beichen, you must avenge Lao Xue and Cheng Ku."

"Our Class 9 must unite."

"Lin Beichen, if you can brutally defeat Wu Xiaofang, I am willing to apologize for all the bad things I said about you."

The students of Class 9 surrounded Lin Beichen, making various requests.

Lin Beichen remained silent for a moment.

"Boring."

He parted the crowd and moved to a different position.

The students of Class 9 were all stunned.

Time passed.

Soon, the second round of matches also concluded.

What was truly astonishing was that 'Commoner Princess' Mu Xinyue once again encountered a devoted admirer, just like Zheng Tuo, who, after a series of bizarre moves on the stage, surrendered without a fight, jumping off the stage, allowing Mu Xinyue to win again without breaking a sweat.

This was almost a record.

Even the examiners were somewhat baffled.

It was clear how popular Mu Xinyue was at the Third Academy.

Other geniuses like Wu Xi, Si Xinlin, Yue Hongxiang, and Gao Min also defeated their respective opponents without any suspense, advancing to the top 25.

The practical assessment was becoming increasingly intense and heated.

The draw for the third round of elimination matches was quickly conducted.

With 25 people drawing lots, one person was destined to have a bye.

Amidst the attention of the crowd, this lucky person was born.

It was none other than the 'Commoner Goddess' Mu Xinyue.

"Not only is she beautiful, strong, and talented, but her luck is also so good, it's enviable."

"It's like she's a chosen one."

A student couldn't help but exclaim.

Mu Xinyue wore a faint smile, calm and composed.

Lin Beichen drew number 17.

It seemed fate had a number 7 in store for him.

His opponent was another young genius, Gao Min.

This was the first formidable opponent he had encountered since entering the practical competition.

"I look forward to our match."

Gao Min, a fair-skinned youth with slightly curly hair, had the pride characteristic of a grade genius, his eyes filled with defiance. He held his sword and said, "I will show you what a true grade genius is like."

"Hmm."

Lin Beichen replied indifferently.

Then he drew his sword with a reverse grip.

Clang.

Whoosh!

A flash of sword light.

Clang!

The sound of swords clashing.

Then Gao Min's long sword flew out of his hand, drawing a high parabola before finally landing and embedding itself in the stage.

Lin Beichen's sword was already at Gao Min's throat.

"You... what kind of sword technique is this?"

Gao Min said in disbelief.

He didn't even realize how he had lost.

Lin Beichen sheathed his sword and said, "Basic Sword Technique: Close Combat Three Strikes."

"This is impossible," Gao Min exclaimed, his face pale. "I have also practiced the Basic Sword Technique: Close Combat Three Strikes taught by Instructor Ding San. Could we be practicing different sword techniques?"

Lin Beichen thought for a moment and said, "Maybe you're just too stupid and haven't practiced enough."

Gao Min lowered his proud head and said, "I have lost."

He picked up his sword and, with a defeated look, jumped off the stage.

"Lin Beichen wins."

The examiner loudly announced the result.

Below the stage, after a brief silence, various discussions surged like a spring tide.

"Did you see that?"

"No, I didn't."

"It was too fast."

"Yes."

"Every time he strikes, it's just one sword."

"Let's call him Lin One Sword."

"Lin One Jerk? What a good name."

"Was the technique he used really the old man Ding San's worthless [Basic Sword Technique: Close Combat Three Strikes]?"

"I don't know, but the [Basic Sword Technique: Close Combat Three Strikes] I've seen isn't like this."

"He defeated Gao Min with just one sword."

"But this time, he didn't pierce Gao Min's shoulder."

"Of course not, Lin Beichen is a scoundrel, not a sadist. He only targets the students of Class 1."

"Wu Xiaofang started the 'war' and went too far, bringing personal grudges to the stage."

Various discussions filled the air, and almost all the students watching the match participated.

Admiring the strong is an unchanging trait of all martial artists in this world.

Unconsciously, public opinion was beginning to tilt in favor of Lin Beichen.

"Ah, so cool, so cool."

"I can handle it."

More than thirty female students screamed like fanatics.

Well, scoundrels are...

The ranks of the 'Too Team' increased once again.

Lin Beichen, who was walking down from the stage, frowned slightly.

These shallow fans.

Next time, please be more enthusiastic and scream louder, okay?

"Hehe, hehe, a true sword genius, perhaps with a sword seed body. Young man, I've got you."

Sword instructor Ding San smiled from afar.

On the viewing platform.

"Haha, Brother Qingxuan, this time, Lin Beichen has proven his strength, hasn't he?"

Grade head Chu Hen was almost laughing uncontrollably.

Li Qingxuan remained calm and said, "Let's see, let's see..."

But the surprise in his expression could no longer be hidden.

He thought to himself: What's going on? Is the Third Academy really going to turn things around this time? There's something strange about this Lin Beichen.

Soon, this round of matches ended again.

The students of Class 9 once again carried their class leader Yin Yi off the stage.

This time, it wasn't because Yin Yi had drawn Wu Xiaofang.

Instead, Wu Xiaofang used his privilege as the winner of the previous competition to choose Yin Yi, the class leader of Class 9, as his opponent. On the stage, he ruthlessly attacked, slicing off one of Yin Yi's ears and piercing his left arm with his sword, severely injuring him...

"I said it before, I will torment every student from Class 9."

Wu Xiaofang sneered and declared again.

Lin Beichen still did not respond to this challenge.

Thirteen people advanced to the next round.

The draw continued.

Unbelievably, Mu Xinyue once again had a bye.

"Truly a goddess of luck."

"Unbelievable."

"Indeed, even the Lord of Swords favors beautiful and kind girls."

Many examiners began to marvel.

Luck, in many ways, is also a symbol of strength.

Lin Beichen's opponent this time was Gan Zhenqin, the class leader of Class 10, a cute and lovely girl with a round face and baby fat, always wearing a pure and innocent smile, and also the class beauty of Class 10.

Lin Beichen did not show any mercy.

Three sword strikes.

Ding!

He directly defeated the cute and lovely girl with one sword strike.

"Damn, ruthless."

Many of Gan Zhenqin's admirers in the audience sighed.

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