Chapter 50

It was Wu Xiaofang and a few students from other schools who slowly walked over.

Wu Xiaofang had a sly look on his face: "Lin Beichen, so you finally realize that you're a scumbag and a lowlife."

This guy again?

Lin Beichen was really getting angry.

Once, twice, but not three or four times.

Wu Xiaofang was about to say something, but a red-haired, square-faced youth, who seemed to be the core of the group, waved his hand, signaling Wu Xiaofang to step back. Then he walked over confidently, looking down at Lin Beichen, and after sizing him up, said coolly: "Lin Beichen, right? I'll give you a chance to join my team and follow me."

Another superior dog?

"Who are you?"

Lin Beichen was puzzled.

Such a brash way of showing off was similar to how Wu Xiaofang had appeared that day.

No wonder these two could get along.

"My name is Tao Wancheng."

The male student said calmly.

Oh, I see?

Lin Beichen immediately remembered.

The second-ranked individual on the overall leaderboard, just behind Lin Ling, a genius from the National Royal Junior College.

He didn't expect Wu Xiaofang, this sycophant, to have latched onto such a powerful back so quickly.

Tilting his head, Lin Beichen said, "Follow you? But I have a grudge against this Wu. Can you kick him out first?"

Tao Wancheng's gaze became intense: "Are you trying to set conditions for me?"

Lin Beichen wiped his mouth and said, "You can take it that way."

"Ha, few people dare to set conditions for me." Tao Wancheng lifted his chin and said calmly, "But you're ranked twelfth on the overall leaderboard, so you have the right. I admire your courage, so I can agree to your request. As long as you follow me, I'll make Wu Xiaofang leave."

"Wao, no, I..." Wu Xiaofang's face turned pale.

Tao Wancheng waved his hand, rudely signaling him to shut up.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

Lin Beichen couldn't help but laugh with glee: "Wu sycophant, see that? How does it feel? Are you angry? You need to be strong to stand on your own. In this new master's eyes, you're not even as good as a dog. I really feel sorry for you."

Wu Xiaofang's face was ashen, like a corpse that had been dead for ten thousand years.

Tao Wancheng said, "So, do you agree?"

"No." Lin Beichen said with a smirk, "I was just making a hypothetical statement. I didn't say I would agree."

"You..."

Tao Wancheng's expression suddenly turned dark: "You dare to play me?"

Lin Beichen stood up, wiped his mouth with a towel, and said defiantly, "So what if I play you? You're just second on the overall leaderboard. What's the big deal... You can show off in front of me, why can't I play you?"

"Lin Beichen, you're so arrogant. How dare you speak to Senior Tao like this?"

Wu Xiaofang feigned anger, but was secretly delighted.

Lin Beichen sighed: "Why be a dog when you can be a decent person?"

A person like this, who was always treated like a treasure, if the Third College could achieve a good ranking in the preliminary selection, it would be a miracle.

"You're very arrogant."

Tao Wancheng's face darkened: "But arrogance comes with a price."

Saying this, he pointed at Lin Beichen's forehead.

His finger glowed faintly.

A mere finger stirred the air, forming an invisible vortex.

Clearly, he was using a Star-Entry finger technique.

This time, Lin Beichen was prepared.

Whoosh!

The longsword was drawn, and a swift strike was made.

A lightning-fast strike.

A hint of a cold smile appeared on Tao Wancheng's face as he instantly changed his finger to a flick.

The finger technique he used was extremely refined.

His wrist twisted.

He flicked his finger.

Ding!

A light sound, and his index finger flicked the side of the sword tip.

Buzz!

The sword of Virtue vibrated at a high frequency.

The sword technique was dismantled.

A bizarre vibration force instantly traveled along the sword to Lin Beichen's wrist.

At the same time, a tornado rose between the two due to the surge of mystic energy.

"Still not letting go?"

Tao Wancheng sneered.

Lin Beichen felt a tingling in his wrist.

The vibration in the sword contained a strange force that seemed to want to break his wrist.

However, at the same time, before Lin Beichen could react, a long, rich, and unique force suddenly emerged from his arm, easily neutralizing the bizarre vibration.

Lin Beichen was taken aback.

He instantly realized that this was due to the cultivation of the [Phaseless Sword Bone].

However, before Lin Beichen could make any other move, a hand pressed on his shoulder, and a gentle but surging mystic energy flowed into his arm, protecting him.

The one who acted was the Third College's team leader, Ding San Shi.

"Little boy, it's just a competition among classmates. Why use such harsh methods?"

Ding San Shi's eyes were cold as he stared at Tao Wancheng.

His sharp eyes had instantly seen that this top genius from the National Royal Junior College had harbored ill intentions, using the one-star technique [Heaven-Cutting Finger] to indirectly attack Lin Beichen's wrist and arm, clearly intending to cripple him—至少在这十天的预选赛期间，让林北辰的手腕无法使用，使他的剑术无法发挥。

这个小娃娃，心机竟是如此深沉。

“呵呵，教习说的哪里话，我只是和林同学稍微切磋一下而已。”

陶万成不卑不亢地道。

“切磋用得着下这么重手吗？”

丁三石冷声道。

陶万成淡淡一笑，话中带枪地道：“我只是随便出手而已，没想到，第三学院的首席学员，竟然如此不堪一击。”

说到这里，他又带着讥讽的语气看向林北辰，道：“林同学，你这个第三学院二年级的年中大比冠军的荣耀，莫非是靠躲在教习身后得来的吗？还没断奶的婴儿，才会永远躲在妈妈的怀里，呵呵，本来听说你文试满分，武试剑术卓绝，今日一见，呵呵……真是见面不如闻名。”

丁三石心道，坏了。

林北辰这个败家子，哪里经得起这么激啊。

可别被激将上当了。

他正要安抚林北辰。

就在这时——

“呵呵，陶万成，你又在仗势欺人？真是把我们国立皇家初级学院的脸都丢尽了。”

另一个相对顺耳的声音传来。

却是一位身形修长，面目白净文雅，头发亮黑但微微带有一丝丝自然卷的贵气少年，在另一群少年们的簇拥下，缓缓地走过来。

文雅少年淡淡地扫了一眼吴笑方，笑着对陶万成道：“陶师弟，我都提醒过你多少次，以后身边少收一点垃圾，你好歹也是我们皇家初级学院的头脸人物，怎么挑人的眼光还是那么差劲啊。”

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感谢田雨适是小仙女大大的捧场。