Chapter 38

The second day.

Overcast.

Dark clouds hung low.

A drizzle of raindrops sprinkled from the sky.

But this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the students to watch the grand final of the mid-year competition.

As soon as school started, the entire campus was in an uproar.

By this day of the mid-year competition, the first, second, and third grades had all entered the final stage of practical combat.

The second-grade martial arts arena was already packed around the No. 1 platform.

A moment later.

The examiners arrived.

The head of the grade, Chu Hen, and the special observer, Li Qingxuan, also appeared on the viewing platform.

Muxinyue was extremely popular.

As soon as she appeared, she was greeted with a chorus of cheers.

Most of the cheering and applause came from male students.

And Lin Beichen's momentum was no less impressive.

As soon as he appeared, he was surrounded by students from Class 9, among whom were mixed about thirty to forty female students from unknown classes, surrounding Lin Beichen like stars around the moon, shouting slogans like "Victory" and "So handsome," as they walked toward the No. 1 platform.

The examiners were inspecting the platform, preparing for the big battle.

"Student Muxinyue, what are your chances of winning today?"

A third-year student, Guan Feidu, dressed in white, smiled as he walked over.

This immediately caused a stir.

Although Guan Feidu was not the top student of the third year, he had made it to the top four in yesterday's competition. Not only was he handsome and powerful, but he was also well-versed and gentle, making him the dream man of many female students.

His fame far exceeded that of Wu Xiaofang.

Moreover, besides Guan Feidu, other third-year geniuses like Ni Yuquan and Zuoqiu Wushuang also came to greet Muxinyue and cheer her on.

These third-year geniuses formed a subtle aura of pressure, which seemed to be pressing down on Lin Beichen's position.

"Hehe, this must be Student Lin Beichen, right?"

Guan Feidu smiled and looked at Lin Beichen.

"I've watched your matches these past few days. Your [Basic Sword Technique Close Combat Three Strikes] is the most proficient in the entire Third Academy... However, these three strikes are not invincible. A method to counter them has been circulating among the third-year students for a long time. And three days ago, I gave a copy to Student Muxinyue. I believe she has already mastered it. Hehe, so, Student Lin, you need to be careful."

Guan Feidu gave a well-meaning reminder.

Many of Lin Beichen's supporters immediately changed their expressions upon hearing this.

A method to counter the three strikes?

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This...

Wouldn't Lin Beichen lose his advantage?

Lin Beichen didn't even give Guan Feidu a proper look.

So what if he's a third-year senior?

He's still a lickspittle.

Pathetic.

Does he think this will affect my mindset?

Immature.

"Lin Beichen, you will definitely lose today. I'll be waiting for you at the bottom of the platform to become my slave."

A voice full of resentment echoed.

It was Wu Xiaofang from Class 2-1, his head and arm wrapped in bandages, looking like a mummy, limping and leaning on a cane, being supported by others as he pushed through the crowd to approach.

His eyes were like two knives, glaring at Lin Beichen, wishing he could cut out a few pieces of flesh.

He came to watch the match despite his severe injuries.

Just because he couldn't swallow the humiliation from yesterday, he wanted to see Lin Beichen's defeat with his own eyes.

"The match begins."

The examiner announced loudly.

The two main characters successively climbed onto the platform.

Muxinyue was clearly dressed up specially.

Although she was still plain-faced, the vitality and tenderness of the young girl could surpass any makeup.

The specially modified swordsman's robe accentuated her delicate and graceful figure.

A slight smile on her face was like a ray of warm sunshine on a rainy day.

Lin Beichen, similarly dressed in a green swordsman's robe, had a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and his black hair, slightly damp from the drizzle, clung to his cheeks. His dark eyes and jade-like face were no less impressive than Muxinyue's in terms of appearance and charm.

The two stood opposite each other on the platform, like a pair of celestial beings.

At this moment, many students felt a strange thought—

What a perfect match.

There was an irresistible urge to ship them.

"Today, I will personally oversee the match."

The head of the grade, Chu Hen, moved like a large eagle, covering ten meters to land on the platform.

Both combatants were the pride of the Third Academy's second year, so to avoid any accidental injuries during the match, Chu Hen decided to personally supervise. If anything unexpected happened, he could stop it immediately.

"Begin."

Chu Hen said.

Muxinyue slowly drew her long sword and said, "Student Lin, please."

Lin Beichen

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smiled faintly and beckoned with his hand.

It was a very frivolous gesture.

Immediately, there was a commotion around the platform.

"Sure enough, he's a good-for-nothing wastrel."

Guan Feidu frowned.

Ni Yuquan, standing beside him, said, "Senior Guan, don't worry. Sister-in-law will teach this rich brat a lesson. With your counter manual, she won't lose."

The brothers around him knew that Guan Feidu had been thinking about Muxinyue for a while, so they had privately referred to her as "sister-in-law."

Last night, he even personally guided Muxinyue in practicing the counter techniques until midnight.

Guan Feidu nodded and smiled, "That's true. Let's continue watching."

These third-year students felt superior, as if they were cranes among chickens.

On the platform.

"Student Lin, be careful."

Muxinyue started with the [Basic Sword Technique].

The [Basic Sword Technique] refers to sword techniques that do not require special circulation of mystic energy or specific methods. Even without mastering mystic energy, one can perform it, focusing on the changes in the moves.

A cold light flashed in Lin Beichen's eyes.

Whoosh!

The sword light pierced the air.

It was the [Basic Sword Technique Close Combat Three Strikes].

The sword light was extremely fast.

A hint of a cold smile appeared in Muxinyue's eyes. She changed her sword technique, which seemed slow but was actually swift, and slowly swung her sword, the cold blade piercing through the air in extremely strange positions.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three metallic clinks.

Sparks flew.

The two figures separated upon contact.

A chorus of cheers erupted around the platform.

"She blocked it."

"Lin Beichen's invincible three strikes were really blocked by Senior Muxinyue."

"Finally, someone can block Lin Beichen's first strike."

"Truly a well-matched final."

"But does Lin Beichen know any other sword techniques?"

A wave of excited discussion spread around.

The two geniuses, just as they clashed, created suspense and anticipation.

Muxinyue smiled slightly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Student Lin has only mastered one set of sword techniques so far, these three strikes, hehe."

Lin Beichen said, "Unfortunately, you're wrong."

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Thank you to Dao Yuan, Nian Wuwei, Ouyang Ziyun, and Song Yidao for your support.