Chapter 33

The audience below the stage erupted into cheers once again.

A few students from Class One, like huskies mixed in with a pack of wolves, cheered loudly.

The stage began to be cleaned and organized.

In preparation for the next match between Muxinyue and Yue Hongxiang.

The students watching the match became even more excited.

On the viewing platform.

Chu Heng couldn't hide his pride and excitement, turning to say, "What do you think, Qingxuan brother? This time, you can't say the opponent was too weak, right?"

Li Qingxuan, speechless, replied, "Do you really want to hear me praise this rich kid?"

Chu Heng protested solemnly, "Qingxuan brother, Lin Beichen is the top genius of my Third Academy. Please don't use the term 'rich kid' to insult him."

Li Qingxuan was speechless inside.

How realistic.

He's a top genius now?

At the beginning, you didn't seem to defend Lin Beichen so much.

He didn't want to speak anymore.

But Chu Heng was getting excited and kept pestering him with questions.

"Hehe, Qingxuan brother, don't be silent, give some feedback."

"Hehe, just a comment...?"

"Qingxuan brother, don't be silent. Can my academy's top genius enter the eyes of you, the 'Iron-Faced Poison Tongue' Li Qingxuan?"

Li Qingxuan was both angry and amused, and after much patience, he reluctantly gave his opinion, "From what I've seen, he can rank among the top geniuses of Yunmeng City."

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

Chu Heng laughed triumphantly.

After a moment.

The preparations for the second match were complete.

Muxinyue and Yue Hongxiang both stepped onto the stage.

"What a beautiful sight."

Lin Beichen sighed from below the stage.

'Commoner Princess' Muxinyue, tall and graceful, exuded a spirit that rivaled any man. She maintained her image well, with delicate features and fair skin, possessing a sharp and captivating beauty.

And 'Flower of Class Eight' Yue Hongxiang, besides her clear, water-like eyes, had a rare classical beauty and scholarly air for a girl her age, gentle and reserved, with a charm that grew the more you looked at her.

"Hmm, Muxinyue's is bigger."

"But Yue Hongxiang's is more lifted..."

"Their skin is so white, like porcelain. I wonder which one feels better..."

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"...But I am a man determined to return to Earth, so they are destined to never get me."

"I wonder which one of them has better sword skills, and what their characteristics are..."

Slap!

Thinking to this point, Lin Beichen suddenly looked ashamed and slapped himself.

"Phew! How can I have such strange thoughts at this time? How can I be distracted? Thinking about sword skills, am I the type to practice them well? I really have no self-awareness... So, I should just watch the 'game' calmly."

Thus, he stood quietly on the side, as calm as ice.

But his eyes, like a pair of scanning radars, quietly and secretly scanned the two girls, adding some imaginative artistic touches...

The surrounding students were shocked to see Lin Beichen mysteriously slap himself.

What's going on?

What's wrong with Senior Lin?

Is his brain damage acting up again?

No, Senior Lin has been completely recovered these past few days.

"Aha, I get it. Senior Lin must be using this method to remind himself that one shouldn't be superficial and only focus on the beautiful appearances of the two goddesses. Instead, he should calm down and wait for the match to start, appreciating the goddesses' sword skills... This is the character of a true swordsman."

Yin Yi, the class leader of Class Nine, with a swollen face and bandages, suddenly exclaimed in a tone of sudden realization.

Invisible brain supplementation, the most lethal.

Self-strategy due to blind worship.

Suddenly, the male students around the stage felt ashamed and fell silent.

"Senior Lin is already so strong, yet he can still discard lustful thoughts and focus on sword skills."

"Perhaps this is the reason why he can stand out."

Xue Yue and Cheng Ku from Class Nine also sighed.

Thus, the crowd around the stage instantly fell silent, maintaining absolute quiet, watching the match with a scholarly gaze.

The originally noisy pre-match atmosphere strangely became solemn and dignified.

After Ding San Shi's inspection, he loudly announced, "The match begins."

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Two sword lights simultaneously cut through the air on the stage.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Swords clashed, sparks flying.

Indeed, opposites repel.

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The two beauties met without a word.

No delay.

The battle began instantly.

At the beginning, both women used basic sword techniques.

Each move was natural and full of beauty.

Especially their bodies, constantly changing positions while performing moves, perfectly showcasing their many proud features.

Especially the prominent parts, undulating and swaying.

It was almost erotic.

A heated sword duel, but the two beauties made it look like a dance, each move full of beauty.

"These two girls are both very strong."

Lin Beichen thought to himself.

Suddenly, a series of slaps echoed around the stage.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Many male students slapped themselves.

"What's going on? Are these guys crazy?"

Lin Beichen was startled.

Unbeknownst to him, the male students slapping themselves were feeling ashamed and sternly warning themselves: How can I be distracted? How can I be obsessed with beauty? I should learn from Senior Lin, focusing on appreciating sword skills, and only by being single-minded can I become stronger.

If Lin Beichen knew the truth, he would surely sigh.

The minds of teenagers around thirteen or fourteen are still so simple.

The battle on the stage lasted about twenty minutes.

The two female students, as if in perfect sync, suddenly each let out a delicate cry, took three steps back, and their aura and sword styles changed dramatically.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Sharp sword lights and cold glows burst from their palms.

The long swords in their hands seemed to come alive, becoming several times more agile, with cold glows flickering and power surging.

"Star-Entry Sword Techniques!"

A teacher exclaimed.

Previously, Wu Xiaofang's [Seven Illusions of the Cold Python], a one-star sword technique, had already shocked everyone.

Primary academies never teach students Star-Entry combat techniques.

Because the students' mystic energy levels are far from meeting the requirements of Star-Entry techniques.

Star-Entry techniques require unique mystic energy frequencies and paths to support them.

Only then can they unleash their maximum power.

Therefore, forced cultivation not only fails but can also easily lead to aftereffects, affecting future development in intermediate academies.