Chapter 47

Third place: Li Tao, male, National Royal Junior College.

Fourth place: Wang Xinyu, female, Provincial First Junior College.

Fifth place: Shao Yongning, male, National Royal Junior College.

Sixth place: Mu Yan Dong, male, National Royal Junior College.

Seventh place: Peng Yiming, male, Provincial Fourth Junior College.

Eighth place: Li Rui, male, Provincial Second Junior College.

Ninth place: Xiao Xiao, female, National Royal Junior College.

Tenth place: Ma Zhigao, male, National Royal Junior College.

Eleventh place: Zhuo Kaixin, female, National Royal Junior College.

Twelfth place: Lin Beichen, male, Provincial Third Junior College.

Seeing this, Lin Beichen stopped reading the list.

After all, those who ranked below him were all trash, and there was no need to remember their names.

They were not worthy.

He couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly strong the National Royal Junior College was.

In the top twelve, they occupied eight spots, which was simply terrifying and almost insane.

He then specifically looked for the rankings of Mu Xinyue, Wu Xiaofang, and Yue Hongxiang.

They were 67th, 91st, and 92nd, respectively.

Mu Xinyue was one of the geniuses who had amazed the special observer Li Qingxuan, yet she could only rank 67th in the entire Yunmeng City. Lin Beichen couldn't help but sigh, "There are always better people out there, and the sky has no limits. Among the strong, there are always stronger ones, and one mountain is always higher than another."

At this moment, the area around the stone tablet was already crowded with people.

Such a clear ranking list was irresistibly attractive to the one hundred young students who considered themselves geniuses.

"Who is Lin Beichen?"

Suddenly, a harsh voice rang out, saying, "Step forward."

Immediately, all eyes turned to the speaker.

It was a student of medium build, with a horse-like face and yellow hair, looking arrogant and scanning the crowd with a harsh and fierce gaze, clearly searching for Lin Beichen.

The newcomer did not seem to have good intentions.

Lin Beichen did not plan to step forward.

If he had to step out every time someone called his name, what would be left of his dignity?

It's not that I'm a coward.

But at that moment—

"It's him."

Wu Xiaofang's voice rang out, pointing at Lin Beichen.

Damn.

Lin Beichen looked at Wu Xiaofang.

You traitor, you're being too obvious and unashamed.

The latter had a smug sneer on his face.

I can't beat you, but that doesn't mean I can't do anything to you.

I can "borrow a knife to kill."

The student with the horse-like face and yellow hair approached Lin Beichen, his eyes like bone-scraping knives, scanning Lin Beichen's body and face, and said, "Just you, a pretty boy, also deserve to rank ahead of me, Ji Wushuang?"

Ji Wushuang, male, ranked 13th overall, first in the Provincial Fifth Junior College, and first in the school competition.

He had thought his score would definitely place him in the top ten this time, but he was pushed out of the top twelve. He couldn't provoke the geniuses from the National Royal Junior College and the first, second, and fourth schools, but could he not provoke a student from the third school, a cesspool and a mud pit?

Moreover, the entire Yunmeng City knew about the抄家 (confiscation) of the Zhan Tianhou family.

This wastrel was no longer a noble's son, just a rat in the street, wasn't he easy to suppress?

Ji Wushuang glared fiercely at Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen thought for a moment and said calmly, "What do you think it takes to deserve it?"

"Taking one punch from me."

Ji Wushuang sneered, raised his hand, and punched out.

Boom!

A sound like a sonic boom, as if whistling.

Extremely fast.

Caught off guard, Lin Beichen raised his hand to block.

Bang.

He was sent staggering back several meters.

This was the current flaw in Lin Beichen's martial arts.

Apart from swordsmanship, he was not very good at anything else.

"Ha ha, completely defenseless."

Ji Wushuang laughed loudly, "You can't even take one punch from me, and you think you deserve to—"

Before he could finish his sentence,

Lin Beichen drew his sword.

Clang!

The Sword of Virtue was unsheathed.

"You've angered me."

Lin Beichen said, "You made the first move."

"So what if I made the first move?"

Ji Wushuang, having landed a hit, felt Lin Beichen was weak and became even more confident.

Lin Beichen said, "Then I have no choice but to... win with virtue."

Whoosh!

The long sword was unsheathed.

Ji Wushuang's sneer instantly froze.

A flash of sword light.

Before he could react, Lin Beichen's long sword was already at his throat.

"If it weren't for the camp's rule against injuring students, you would be dead now."

Lin Beichen said calmly.

"You..." Ji Wushuang's face darkened, unwillingly saying, "Lin, I was unarmed and made a mistake, giving you the upper hand. If you have the skill, let's have another match, a sword duel."

Lin Beichen stepped back and sheathed his sword.

Ji Wushuang drew his long sword from his waist and sneered, "Come on, I—"

Whoosh!

Lin Beichen's sword was again at his throat.

The onlookers, including geniuses from various schools, let out exclamations of surprise.

What a fast sword.

Many people didn't even see how the sword was thrust, and Ji Wushuang was already defeated.

If this were a life-or-death duel, Ji Wushuang would have died twice already.

Many geniuses were secretly amazed.

This twelfth-ranked genius had strong swordsmanship and should not be underestimated.

Wu Xiaofang's heart raced.

He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he felt Lin Beichen was much stronger than during the school finals.

The speed of his improvement was terrifying.

Lin Beichen, like a cold-blooded killer, said more arrogantly and disdainfully, "With such swordsmanship, do you think you deserve to rank behind me?"

Ji Wushuang was both ashamed and angry.

He never dreamed that Lin Beichen's swordsmanship would be so strong.

In the distance,

A graceful figure saw this scene, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of surprise.

Some of the top geniuses from the National Royal Junior College focused their gazes on Lin Beichen. Some were surprised, some indifferent, and some calm.

At this moment, the camp's bell suddenly rang urgently.

"Assembly."

A thunderous voice echoed from the west side of the small square.

All the students felt their ears ringing.

Following the voice, they saw a military officer in bright armor, with a long sword at his waist, standing under a large flag. The one who had shouted was him.

Everyone quickly ran toward the flag.

Under the command of the instructor, the one hundred students quickly formed nine rows of varying lengths.

The third school had the fewest people, only four.

Lin Beichen stood at the front.

"Let me introduce you to Captain Chen Jianan of the Yunmeng City garrison, the Yunmeng Guard," Li Qingxuan also came under the flag, his voice amplified by his inner energy, clearly echoing throughout the camp, "From today until the end of the preliminary competition, Captain Chen and his soldiers will protect the safety of the entire camp. I hope all students will cooperate well with the Yunmeng Guard."

The imposing officer stepped forward and said clearly and forcefully, "I am Captain Chen Jianan, a second-level martial artist. Please remember, we will not interfere with your exams, but the camp has strict discipline that must be unconditionally obeyed. Any resistance against the soldiers will be considered a violation, and the participant will be disqualified. Understood?"

"Understood."

"Wow, a second-level martial artist, a real expert."

The students answered in a chaotic manner.

Chen Jianan frowned slightly but said nothing more, stepping back into the formation.