Chapter 34

But nothing is absolute.

In this world, there are always some geniuses, those damn bastards, who play by their own rules.

In the Yunmeng City, there are some students with relatively outstanding talents and higher levels of mystic energy. They privately purchase combat techniques and quietly cultivate them. If they have good luck, they can achieve success and unleash some of the power of the Star-Entry combat techniques.

For example, Wu Xiaofang.

This guy has practiced the one-star sword technique [Seven Illusory Swords of the Cold Python] to a level where it resembles the real thing, which is already enough to crush many peers of the same level.

But unfortunately, he encountered Lin Beichen, a monstrous overpowered freak, and was mercilessly defeated.

Actually, if Wu Xiaofang could truly cultivate the [Seven Illusory Swords of the Cold Python] to the 'Mastery' level, he would be sufficient to defeat Lin Beichen.

Of course, only experienced instructors can see this.

But at present, both Mu Xinyue and Yue Hongxiang have cultivated their Star-Entry sword techniques to the 'Mastery' level, far surpassing Wu Xiaofang's half-baked [Seven Illusory Swords of the Cold Python].

When the two beauties execute their moves, a faint glow of mystic energy can be seen on their sword blades.

Each clash of their long swords produces a strange booming sound.

At the point of impact, a faint light flickers.

The air ripples like water waves.

These two female students are no ordinary beings.

They have secretly cultivated to such a high level.

It seems that even if Wu Xiaofang had not been eliminated by Lin Beichen, he would have no chance against either of these two women.

Experts see the essence.

Amateurs see the excitement.

Lin Beichen is undoubtedly an amateur.

He just thinks that the battle between the two beauties has suddenly become more exciting.

Most of the other students share this thought.

Two minutes later.

Ding!

The sound of long swords clashing.

Yue Hongxiang let out a cry, clutching her wrist and staggering backward.

A streak of bright red blood seeped through her fingers.

The winner was decided.

Mu Xinyue, with a calm and composed expression, held her sword at her elbow and said, "Yue Xiaomei, thank you for the match."

Around the arena, a wave of uncontrollable exclamations finally broke out.

The battle did not last long.

This clearly shows that Mu Xinyue has an absolute advantage.

Yue Hongxiang looked down at her injury. The tendons in her right wrist had been severed.

She knew that this was Mu Xinyue's deliberate action.

Such an injury requires the extremely valuable [White Jade Continuity Ointment] for treatment. It would take at least half a month to reattach the severed tendons, and it would affect her sword technique in actual combat. With careful care, it would take two to three months to fully heal.

This would greatly impact her performance in the [Tianjiao Contention] preliminary rounds.

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"I lost."

Yue Hongxiang's expression was extremely calm, and she did not make any excessive accusations.

She picked up her long sword with her blood-stained left hand and turned to leave the arena.

"The match is over, Mu Xinyue wins."

The examiner, Ding San Shi, loudly announced the result.

Mu Xinyue stood on the arena, smiling, her long black hair dancing in the golden afterglow of the sunset, looking as if she were bathed in a golden divine light. Her beautiful figure was deeply etched in the hearts of countless male students.

"The competition for today is over."

On the viewing platform, the grade director, Chu Hen, stood up and announced the temporary end of the day's events.

Thus, the mid-year competition is left with only one final battle—

The championship match.

The ultimate first-year champion will be born in tomorrow's battle.

Amidst the excited discussions, the crowd gradually dispersed in small groups.

A few female students, with their hearts fluttering, mustered the courage to seek Lin Beichen's autograph, but after searching around, they found that the handsome young man had already disappeared.

...

Ten minutes later.

In the examination office.

"Hahaha, Brother Qingxuan, why don't you tell me, how did the two prodigies of our Third Academy's second year perform this time?"

Chu Hen, as if suffering from amnesia, asked the same question over and over again, dozens of times.

Li Qingxuan's head ached.

Are you ever going to stop?

I know you want to show off, but asking non-stop like this is a bit much.

He had to respond perfunctorily, "Good, very good, extremely good."

Chu Hen laughed again, "So, Brother Qingxuan, who do you think will win tomorrow's final battle?"

Li Qingxuan thought carefully and said, "On the surface, it's a fifty-fifty chance... but I still favor Mu Xinyue."

"Oh?"

Chu Hen was slightly surprised, "Why do you think so, Brother Qingxuan?"

Li Qingxuan said, "Hmm... intuition, I guess."

Chu Hen nodded, "Indeed, I don't know why, but even though Lin Beichen has a higher mystic energy level, I also have the same intuition."

"By the way, Brother Chu, have you ever thought about why a good-for-nothing wastrel suddenly transformed into a genius with astonishing talent? What secrets lie behind this transformation?"

Li Qingxuan reminded him.

Chu Hen's expression became slightly serious, "I have thought about it. It must be a contingency plan left by War Duke Tiantian. After all, he was one of the empire's battlefield legends, creating many miracles. Given how much he doted on Lin Beichen, it's not impossible that he left some great opportunity for his son."

Li Qingxuan nodded.

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He also leans towards this view.

However, don't forget that the emperor of the empire spared Lin Beichen because he was a useless idiot, posing no threat.

But now, Lin Beichen has become a genius.

Will the emperor still spare the only son of the traitor War Duke Tiantian?

...

...

As dusk fell.

The campus of the Third Academy was utterly quiet.

In the small forest deep within the training ground.

As soon as Lin Beichen returned, he saw the old butler staring at him with a mournful expression.

"Master, my sword..."

"Oh, it's broken."

"Ah, no, that was my family heirloom sword..."

"But it's broken."

"Master, it was a kind sword, you..."

"It's really broken."

"Ugh, my sword, passed down through eighteen generations of the Wang family, I have failed you... you died so tragically."

"Damn it, stop wailing, I'll get you a new one."

"Really? I want the latest [Bluebird Sword] from Master Fan, the most popular in Yunmeng City this season."

"Sure."

"Thank you, Master, I'll prepare your dinner."

It was proven that the lecherous butler Wang Zhong was indeed a rare and loyal servant.

He quickly prepared a sumptuous dinner, perfectly balanced with meat and vegetables, with an excellent taste. Paired with the fruit wine [Peach Blossom Brew], it made Lin Beichen feel like he was in a five-star restaurant.

He is really good at serving.

This made Lin Beichen once again feel that having such a loyal servant by his side was truly enjoyable.

After a satisfying meal and drink, Lin Beichen retreated to his tent.

He fiddled with his phone for a while, but found nothing new.

So he went to sleep directly.

After all, he had fought all day, and although his mystic energy nourished him, he still felt very tired.

An hour later.

Just as he was sleeping soundly, he heard Wang Zhong's hesitant voice from outside.

"Master, Master? Someone is here to see you."

Wang Zhong knocked on the tent door.

Lin Beichen turned over, groggily and impatiently said, "Who is it? I'm busy, tell him to scram."

"Uh... Master, this person is a bit special, hehehe, you'd better see him."

The old butler's voice was filled with an unashamedly lecherous hint.

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