Chapter 32

Lin Beichen reached out to catch the long sword, his eyes welling up with tears of gratitude.

Thank you, Liberation Army.

Ding Jiaoxi, from now on, I won’t badmouth you anymore.

Wu Xiaofang, seeing this, loudly protested: "Wait, this is unfair. The examiner helping the examinee is cheating. I protest."

Ding Sanshi calmly said: "What are you protesting? This is a practical combat competition, comparing sword skills and combat power, not the sharpness of the swords."

"You..."

Wu Xiaofang looked at the viewing stand and loudly said: "I won’t accept this. Please, Director Chu and Observer Li, uphold justice. Instructor Ding Sanshi’s behavior is clearly favoring Lin Beichen, which violates the examination rules."

Director Chu will definitely help me.

And Observer Li, they must hate the scoundrel Lin Beichen very much.

Wu Xiaofang thought confidently.

"Protest无效."

Grade Director Chu Hen said succinctly.

Observer Li Qingxuan did not even speak, clearly not taking Wu Xiaofang’s protest seriously.

Wu Xiaofang was stunned.

This... what’s going on?

Why do I feel like I’m out of favor?

Even among the crowd below the stage, some students were loudly saying: "If you have the skills, defeat Lin Beichen with your sword techniques. Bullying with a treasure sword doesn’t make you a man."

"Exactly. Support Instructor Ding Sanshi."

"Lin Beichen, you’re so handsome."

The screams of the fangirl students were not absent.

The scale of the scoundrel’s fan club was rapidly growing.

Wu Xiaofang’s face turned green with anger.

Lin Beichen laughed.

It seemed that without realizing it, his popularity had inexplicably risen.

Wu Xiaofang brandished the [Tracer Sword] in his hand, the blade humming, and sneered: "Hmph, Lin, don’t be too smug. Even if you have ten swords, I can still turn them all into scrap iron."

He charged forward with his sword.

Seven sword shadows, like cold pythons, flashed.

They seemed to be cold pythons suddenly opening their mouths, revealing their fangs, fierce and terrifying.

Lin Beichen drew his long sword with a clang.

He charged forward.

He thrust his sword out.

Whoosh!

The sword light pierced the air.

It was still the [Basic Sword Technique Close-Range Three-Strike].

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out on the stage for the third time.

But this time, no swords broke and flew.

The seven sword shadows shattered.

The fanged cold python was split in two by a white sword light.

Pfft!

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The sound of the sword piercing flesh.

"Ah..."

Wu Xiaofang screamed in pain.

His left arm was directly pierced by Lin Beichen’s long sword.

But before his scream could end, Lin Beichen immediately withdrew the sword.

At that moment, Wu Xiaofang seemed to hear the sound of his flesh and bones rubbing against the sword blade.

The fear this sound brought struck deep into his heart.

Whoosh!

Another sword light.

Wu Xiaofang’s right ear felt cold.

"Ah, my ear..."

He screamed in agony.

Lin Beichen still did not give him any chance.

Bang!

The flat of the sword struck Wu Xiaofang’s cheek.

The skin split open.

The scream was instantly cut off.

The powerful strike made Wu Xiaofang lose his balance completely, spinning and crashing to the ground. His left face, struck by the sword, and his right face, which hit the ground, both swelled up high, like overripe, rotten peaches, oozing blood.

Lin Beichen took a step forward.

He lifted his foot.

He stepped on Wu Xiaofang’s face.

"One sword, one ear, a slap in the face..."

He said, word by word: "These three things are for my classmates in Class 9."

"Ah ah..."

Wu Xiaofang screamed and roared: "Lin Beichen, you scum, how dare you treat me like this? I won’t let you off. I’ll make you regret, you bastard, you..."

"Your mouth is really foul."

Lin Beichen kicked Wu Xiaofang in the stomach, sending him sliding ten meters along the stage. He added: "Almost forgot, when you bullied my classmates, you used this move. Now, it’s returned to you."

Wu Xiaofang’s body convulsed, bent like a shrimp. The intense pain, as if his internal organs were shattered, made the veins in his neck bulge, and he let out a wild animal-like sound from deep in his throat, unable to speak.

Lin Beichen looked down at the sword in his hand.

Ancient, dull.

But hard enough.

No marks left when opposing the [Tracer Sword].

A good sword.

Clang.

The long sword returned to its scabbard.

"I said, I like stepping on pretentious geniuses like you. Now, do you believe me?"

He walked to Wu Xiaofang, bent down, and lowered his voice, whispering: "Actually, I really need to thank you, dear Senior Xiaofang. Without the twenty gold coins you gave me, I wouldn’t have the strength I have now. You really are a great person who helps in times of need. I will always remember your generosity and forever thank your ancestors."

Wu Xiaofang’s eyes widened.

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Although he didn’t understand what Lin Beichen was saying, his intuition told him that he had done something wrong.

Lin Beichen smiled and said: "The last kick is a free gift... go!"

Bang!

Wu Xiaofang was directly kicked off the stage.

Below, no one caught him, and he fell hard to the ground, passing out on the spot.

Many students from Class 1, in unison, pretended not to see Wu Xiaofang lying on the ground, convulsing.

In the past, this genius student had been domineering and arrogant in Class 1, bullying classmates, but because of his good grades and strength, everyone had to flatter him on the surface. Now?

He had been beaten to a pulp by Lin Beichen.

What face would he have left to act superior in the class?

His image was ruined.

On the contrary, the students from Class 9 were cheering.

"Senior Lin, that was so satisfying."

"Senior Lin, I apologize. You are the pride of Class 9."

"I love you, Senior Lin."

Cheers erupted from the crowd below the stage.

Among them was the class beauty, Lin Xueyin.

The usually soft-spoken, gentle, and shy Lin Xueyin was now screaming loudly with a few fangirl students, her face as red as a boiled crab shell, looking very excited, as if she had transformed into a different person.

And Cheng Ku, Xue Yue, Yin Yi, and others, who had been injured by Wu Xiaofang, were standing in the crowd, supported by their classmates, their wounds bleeding and bandaged, but they were still cheering and thanking loudly.

Lin Beichen had really avenged them.

Many students from Class 9 felt a sense of pride.

All thoughts of him being a wastrel, a rich kid, or a scoundrel were completely forgotten.

Now, they had only one thought—

Lin Beichen, he’s damn awesome.

The grade director, Chu Hen, on the viewing stand, let out a long sigh of relief, slowly sitting back down, his heart finally settling.

"Ah? Student Wu Xiaofang is injured? Quickly, someone take Student Wu Xiaofang to the medical office for treatment."

After a long time, Chu Hen seemed to notice and loudly said.

Instructors came over and carried away the unconscious Wu Xiaofang.

The examiner, Ding Sanshi, loudly announced: "The result of the competition: Lin Beichen wins!"

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