Chapter 39

Mu Xinyue smiled slightly and said, "Then please enlighten me, Lin classmate."

Lin Beichen nodded and said, "Sure."

He raised his hand and drew his sword.

His figure was as swift as lightning.

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

The sword was fast.

The person was fierce.

But Mu Xinyue still moved calmly, each move and stance as if piercing the air, yet in the next moment, her sword collided with Lin Beichen's long sword in an incredible manner.

Ding ding ding!

Three sparks flew again.

The sword technique was blocked once more.

Mu Xinyue said coolly, "Hehe, Lin classmate, give up. It's useless. No matter how many times you try, a thousand or ten thousand times, the result will be the same. The three sword techniques do not transcend the scope of the basic sword technique. The counter version has long been circulating..."

"Is that so?"

Lin Beichen sneered.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

As soon as the three sword techniques ended, three sword shadows suddenly burst from his long sword.

The shadows were as swift as lightning, rushing madly.

The killing move [Beidou Lin] manifested in that instant.

Ding San Shi, one of the examiners, almost had his eyeballs pop out of his sockets.

Three shadows from one sword?

This was the scene of the third realm 'Entering the Hall' level [Beidou Lin].

In just one night, this little brat had actually cultivated this killing move to such a degree?

The effect of practicing in dreams was simply outrageous.

Before he could react, a light ringing sound echoed.

Mu Xinyue's wrist went numb, and her long sword was knocked out of her hand.

Puff puff!

Two light ringing sounds.

Brilliant crimson blood flowers burst from Mu Xinyue's left and right shoulders.

The tip of Lin Beichen's sword was already pressing against Mu Xinyue's throat.

If it moved forward an inch, this 'commoner princess' with countless supporters would be doomed.

A wave of uncontrollable exclamations echoed from below the stage.

Everyone was shocked.

This...

Was it over?

Mu Xinyue was directly stunned.

She couldn't react at all to what had happened.

"Counter version?"

Lin Beichen sneered, "Why don't you counter it?"

Mu Xinyue gradually came to her senses.

Her face instantly turned pale.

"What you just used wasn't the [Basic Sword Technique Close-Range Trio]. What was the last sword technique?" she asked.

Lin Beichen said, "The fourth strike."

"The [Basic Sword Technique Close-Range Trio] has a fourth strike?"

Mu Xinyue subconsciously looked at Guan Feidu below the stage.

Guan Feidu's shocked expression slowly relaxed.

How could the [Basic Sword Technique] have a fourth close-range strike?

Wasn't it just three strikes?

What's going on?

Wu Xiaofang was equally shocked.

He never imagined that Mu Xinyue, who was well-prepared and had a sure win, would lose without even getting a chance to use her true killer move.

And she lost so thoroughly and quickly.

"Puff!"

Wu Xiaofang's anger surged, and he trembled with rage, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his vision going black, almost fainting.

Why did this happen?

He couldn't accept it.

Once Lin Beichen won the competition, according to the agreement, he wouldn't have to repay the debt or become a slave.

It meant he would never have a chance to take revenge.

"The battle is over, Lin Beichen wins..."

The examiner was about to announce the result loudly.

"Wait a moment."

Lin Beichen suddenly interrupted, surprising everyone.

He looked at Mu Xinyue and sneered, "Mu Lücha, I know you must be extremely不服气, thinking I caught you off guard with a new move, which is why you lost?"

Mu Xinyue didn't speak.

But the fierce and stubborn look in her eyes said it all.

Lin Beichen sheathed his sword and stepped back, saying, "Hehe, come on, I won't deny you the chance. Heal your wounds, pick up your sword, and let's do this again. I want you to know what true despair feels like."

Mu Xinyue was stunned.

The examiner was also stunned and turned to look at the grade head, Chu Hen.

Chu Hen hesitated slightly and nodded.

The examiner said no more.

Mu Xinyue's eyes burned with flames: "Fine, you'll regret it."

Lin Beichen didn't speak.

Mu Xinyue stopped the bleeding from her shoulders and then walked over to retrieve her long sword, which had been knocked away.

Lin Beichen's two strikes had just grazed her shoulders, causing cuts rather than through-and-through wounds.

After a brief treatment, it didn't affect her performance.

"This time, I won't use the fourth strike. It will still be the [Basic Sword Technique Close-Range Trio]. You can try to see if your so-called counter version can still counter it."

As he spoke, the Virtue Sword in his hand shone like a cold star blooming.

It was the three sword techniques.

Mu Xinyue's eyes burned with fierce fire: "You said it."

She followed the same method.

Her long sword stabbed out strangely.

It was the counter move for the three sword techniques.

But this time—

Ding!

A crisp metallic clanging sound echoed.

The sword light in Lin Beichen's hand suddenly accelerated, as fast as a shooting star, like mercury spilling on the ground. The moment the swords clashed, it broke through the block and inserted itself into the gap of her defensive stance.

Didn't block it?

How could this be!

Mu Xinyue was greatly alarmed.

Bang!

The flat of the sword struck her waist.

Her abdomen went numb.

Mu Xinyue flew out more than ten meters, landing on her knees.

A hint of crimson slowly seeped from her lips, which were as white as jade.

"How about it? Can you counter it?"

Lin Beichen stood with his sword sheathed.

Mu Xinyue's hair tie broke, and her black hair flowed down like a waterfall, partially covering her face.

She raised her head and said in a voice almost like a roar, "How did you do it?"

Lin Beichen said coolly, "Can't figure it out, can you? Hehe, the counter version you rely on is just a trick devised by some self-proclaimed clever people to deceive others. It can only block those who haven't fully mastered the three sword techniques. How could these fools understand that the true three sword techniques are like flowing water, ever-changing and moving freely, how could they be blocked by rigid and stiff moves?"

Below the stage.

Guan Feidu's face showed shock and anger.

He could tell that Lin Beichen was talking to him.

This was a direct slap in the face.

This scoundrel...

What audacity.

Guan Feidu inwardly made a mental note to deal with Lin Beichen.

On the stage.

"I know you still don't accept it."

Lin Beichen said, "You're good at making excuses for yourself. You think that your hard-earned one-star sword technique [Star Plucking Sword Technique], which you were preparing to use to shock everyone, hasn't been used. If you get the chance, you will definitely defeat me, right?"

Mu Xinyue said coldly, "That's right. Do you dare let me use the [Star Plucking Sword Technique] and fight fairly?"

"Hehe, a fair fight? How ridiculous. Wasn't the previous fight fair?"

Lin Beichen's face was full of ridicule and mockery. "But, come on, I'll give you another chance to make you truly convinced."

As he spoke, he beckoned with his hand.

"Ah..."

Mu Xinyue roared, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her body shot forward like an arrow from a bow.

Her long sword hummed, creating a series of hazy sword lights.

It was like the stars in the sky twinkling.

A true star-entering sword technique.

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