Chapter 31

Such a delicate girl, defeated with a single strike, without any mercy at all.

But the female students of the "Scum Men's Wives" group were delighted by this scene and cheered, "Cold, ruthless, handsome, he's simply the embodiment of a sword immortal..."

The male students nearby were instantly speechless.

These shallow fans of appearance.

Why not learn from us and be more fascinated by Lin Beichen's sword skills? Isn't it better to be a technical fan?

Thus, the cycle continued.

In the end, only four people remained.

They were Lin Beichen, Wu Xiaofang, Mu Xinyue, and Yue Hongxiang.

The four strongest in the second year of the Third Academy.

The final showdown was finally about to begin.

This time, the lottery ceremony attracted the attention of the entire grade.

On the No. 1 arena, the lottery box was placed on a large black table.

Lin Beichen and the other three went up to the stage one by one to draw lots.

After the lottery, each person held their own nameplate.

Lin Beichen looked down and saw that he held the No. 4 nameplate.

The other three had already taken their nameplates in hand.

The examiner came over to check, glanced at them, and immediately announced the final match results: "No. 1 Wu Xiaofang vs. No. 4 Lin Beichen, No. 2 Mu Xinyue vs. No. 3 Yue Hongxiang."

Around the arena, a wave of cheers and excitement erupted.

This result felt a bit like king against king, queen against queen.

Yue Hongxiang from Class 8, although not as popular as Mu Xinyue, was still a goddess in the hearts of many students, exuding a classical beauty with her gentle and dignified demeanor. She was very low-key but had many loyal fans. Her advancement to the top four of the entire grade was well-deserved.

The battle between the two goddesses was sure to draw a lot of attention.

However, the rivalry between Lin Beichen and Wu Xiaofang, due to the accumulated enmity throughout the competition and Lin Beichen's miraculous rise from a wastrel, was even more captivating to the students.

"First match, Wu Xiaofang vs. Lin Beichen, please step onto the arena."

Ding San Shi, the examiner, announced loudly.

The atmosphere was instantly ignited.

"Wu Senior, go for it, beat that wastrel."

"Lin Sword Immortal, continue your legend, I'm starting to support you."

"Wu Senior, you must not lose to that notorious deadbeat."

Wu Xiaofang stepped onto the arena, hearing this, couldn't help but curse inwardly. Who is this brain-dead idiot? Can't he speak properly? What does he mean by 'must not'? I absolutely won't lose, okay?

Lin Beichen also stepped onto the arena.

The two stood ten meters apart, facing each other.

"This moment has finally arrived."

Wu Xiaofang sneered, staring at Lin Beichen, and said, "Although it felt good to torment your classmates, how can it compare to the satisfaction of humiliating you in front of so many students? Lin Beichen, you piece of trash, are you ready to be trampled?"

Lin Beichen slowly drew his long sword from his waist.

"This is the question I want to ask you. Are you ready to face your nightmare?"

He held the sword and slowly advanced.

Mystic energy surged within him.

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His black hair danced in the sunlight, each strand shimmering with a captivating glow.

"Ah, so handsome."

Below the arena, dozens of female students screamed.

It had to be admitted that, in terms of appearance, no one in the entire Third Academy could match Lin Beichen. Wu Xiaofang, a fair-skinned and handsome young man, was no match for Lin Beichen.

Before the match began, some people had gradually started to support Lin Beichen.

Seeing Lin Beichen's full momentum on the arena, the crowd below cheered and encouraged him.

A fierce look flashed in Wu Xiaofang's eyes.

He also drew his long sword from his waist.

The blade was as clear as autumn water, reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight.

This sword was named "Tracer."

It was a precious sword.

A sharp weapon that could cut through iron like butter.

He had specially prepared it for this competition.

In previous battles, he had never drawn his sword, all for this moment.

He was going to defeat Lin Beichen on the arena, under the watchful eyes of all the students and instructors, thoroughly crushing the wastrel's so-called legend of a miraculous rise.

"Should I pierce your leg first, or your arm?"

Wu Xiaofang advanced slowly, his steps quickening.

Suddenly, he sprinted.

His speed changed abruptly, like an arrow released from a bow.

Lin Beichen also accelerated instantly.

Basic Sword Technique, Close Combat Three-Strike First Form—

Thrust!

Body and sword as one.

The sword flashed, and the person and sword merged, like a streak of light.

"Defeat!"

Wu Xiaofang shouted.

His sharp sword thrust forward.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Instantly, seven indistinct sword shadows burst forth, making it hard to distinguish the real from the fake.

The dense sword shadows, cold and menacing, resembled a silver python suddenly rising, opening its huge mouth to swallow Lin Beichen in an instant.

This scene made the sword instructor Ding San Shi's heart tremble.

Not good.

Not a basic sword technique.

It's the "Seven Illusory Cold Python Sword"!

A genuine one-star sword skill.

This Wu Xiaofang had already mastered a nine-grade sword skill beyond the basic sword technique?

Martial arts skills, once they reach a star level, are far more powerful than basic skills.

From low to high, they are one-star to nine-star.

What would be the result of a one-star sword skill against a derivative technique of the basic sword technique?

Defeat is inevitable.

Ding San Shi's heart instantly tightened.

On the viewing platform.

The grade head, Chu Heng, also jumped up.

Wu Xiaofang's use of a sword skill beyond the basic sword technique was something to be happy about, as it meant his student had grown. But at this moment, Chu Heng was more concerned about whether Lin Beichen could survive this attack without injury.

Ding!

A faint metallic clanging sound.

A broken sword flew into the air.

The figures crossed.

A moment of contact, then they separated.

The cold python sword shadows disappeared.

Lin Beichen looked at his sword in surprise.

Only half of it remained.

"Damn."

"Is this the family heirloom sword of that dog Wang Zhong?"

"One touch and it breaks?"

"This sword is just like that dog, unreliable."

Lin Beichen felt a chill run down his spine.

On the other side.

Wu Xiaofang laughed.

"Ha, trash, weren't you so arrogant? Now that your broken sword is broken, how will you fight me?"

In reality, he was also shocked.

The sword in his hand was the "Tracer," which could cut through iron like butter.

The skill he had just used was the one-star "Seven Illusory Cold Python Sword."

He had used his strongest move from the start.

His goal was to severely injure Lin Beichen instantly, shock the audience, and achieve the best visual effect, reclaiming his own glory.

But it only broke Lin Beichen's sword?

Moreover, the terrifying counterforce almost made him lose his grip on his sword.

This brat, his strength is actually so strong?

Wu Xiaofang became wary.

He used his footwork and once again employed the "Seven Illusory Cold Python Sword."

Cold light surged.

Directly targeting Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen did not retreat.

Because his intuition told him that if he retreated, he would definitely lose.

In a narrow path, the brave one wins.

He thrust his broken sword forward with determination.

Thrust!

The "Basic Sword Technique, Close Combat Three-Strike" was used again.

Ding, ding!

Clear metallic clanging sounds echoed.

A few sparks splashed in the air.

The broken sword flew again.

"Ha ha ha, now you only have a bare sword hilt in your hand, how will you fight me?"

Wu Xiaofang laughed loudly.

Lin Beichen's broken sword was reduced to a hilt.

Now...

Damn, this is a disaster.

Lin Beichen was speechless.

All his skills were in that sword.

Without the sword, it was like a keyboard warrior without a computer. How could he perform?

"Trash, today, you are destined to be trampled under my feet."

Wu Xiaofang laughed, "Do you want to avenge those waste from Class 9? Ha, unfortunately, your fate will be even worse than theirs."

At that moment—

"Boy, catch the sword."

The examiner, Ding San Shi, expressionless, unfastened the long sword from his waist and threw it to Lin Beichen.

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