Chapter 64

Little Phoenix hopped and skipped, her face relaxed, as if she were on a trip, showing no signs of which personality state she was currently in.

"Oh, that pair of dogs, they must be devils. This time, I even offered to lead the way in advance, but Lingchen still beat me up in the middle of the night..." Wu Xiaofang cursed in his heart, feeling infinitely wronged.

Lin Beichen, floating on the water, was taken aback.

What the heck.

This Little Phoenix really came?

Could it be that she's serious about me?

No way, I'm just a scumbag.

This woman clearly has a thing for my body.

In a moment,

Lingchen had already arrived at the beach.

She glanced at Lin Beichen floating on the water, then her figure moved like a wisp of smoke, instantly landing on a rock by the shore. She raised her hand, her jade-like palm like a seal, striking Tao Wancheng without giving him a chance to speak.

Tao Wancheng's face changed.

"Ha ha ha, you came just in time."

His chest burned with fighting spirit as he laughed loudly.

For a long time, he had been suppressed by the pride of the heavens, Lingchen, in the academy. How could he not be frustrated? Since it was bound to come to a head today, he might as well let loose and have a big fight.

"Sky-Cutting Finger!"

Tao Wancheng pointed at Lingchen's palm.

Lin Beichen recognized this finger technique.

It was the same one Tao Wancheng used to secretly attack him when he first arrived at the training camp, carrying a highly venomous hidden force. Even Ding San Shi was wary of it and personally removed the hidden force for him—of course, it was actually Lin Beichen who used the power of the "Formless Sword Bone" to dissolve it.

Boom!

Finger and palm met.

A thunderous sound echoed.

Energy surged.

The water surface was blown into waves a meter high.

Dust flew on the beach.

In the air, faint colored lights flickered.

That was the color of mystic energy.

These two geniuses from the national royal primary academy had already touched the edge of the Martial Artist realm.

Once they entered the Martial Artist realm, mystic energy could be released externally.

"Ugh..."

A muffled groan.

Tao Wancheng's face showed pain as he was sent flying.

His right hand's five fingers were twisted and broken at a shocking angle.

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Defeated.

Defeated in one move.

He forcibly circulated mystic energy, landing on the water, and with a sharp point, the water waves rippled, using the weak buoyancy of the water to rise again, like an arrow from a bow, landing on another part of the beach.

"Lingchen, if you don't stop, your beloved will suffer."

Tao Wancheng shouted.

"Hmph, this waste, to be captured for a woman, let him suffer."

Lingchen coldly replied.

Lin Beichen, floating on the water, was speechless.

Oh no.

This is the domineering CEO personality of Little Phoenix.

As she spoke, the figure of the pride of the heavens, Lingchen, shot forward like a wisp of smoke, quickly arriving on the beach and striking again with her palm.

The wind howled.

The air within three meters around her seemed to be compressed by her palm.

Her palm edge faintly glowed silver, a sign that mystic energy was about to be released.

"Are you crazy? Don't you fear Lin Beichen being eliminated?"

Tao Wancheng, injured in one move, was flustered and could only keep retreating.

However, Lingchen's palm technique was extremely advanced, like waves crashing against the shore, continuous and relentless, forcing Tao Wancheng to keep retreating, panic-stricken, as her palm was about to strike him...

At that moment—

"Sky-Cutting Finger!"

A slender, white finger emerged from the side, pointing at Lingchen's palm.

Bang!

Finger and palm met.

Like a thunderclap.

Lingchen's figure wavered slightly, flying backward, skimming the water, and landing on a rock by the shore, her figure graceful and perfect, like a fairy floating in the air.

The owner of the slender, white finger staggered back four steps before stabilizing, praising, "What a remarkable pride of the heavens from Yunmeng City. That strike just now must have been at the level of a Martial Artist."

"It's you?"

Lingchen's flawless, fair face showed a hint of surprise: "You're actually in cahoots with Tao Wancheng?"

The person who suddenly appeared had a refined face and a slender figure, exuding a certain aura.

It was the mysterious young man Shen Fei, who had always acted independently and never formed alliances.

He had obtained two badges, ranking second only to Lingchen on the stone monument's points list.

The key was that he had always been low-key.

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On the personal ranking list of the stone monument, he was only in the fiftieth position.

No one expected him to suddenly step in and directly confront the accumulated palm force of the pride of the heavens, Lingchen.

Using the same Sky-Cutting Finger technique, the top genius of the national royal primary academy, Tao Wancheng, was defeated in one move, while this mysterious young man, Shen Fei, managed to repel Lingchen at her peak.

The strength difference was clear.

Lin Beichen, floating on the water, was also stunned.

Damn.

I always thought I was the one playing the tiger by pretending to be a pig.

I didn't expect there was a sparrow behind me.

This Shen Fei was the reason Tao Wancheng dared to scheme against Lingchen on the last day.

"Lingchen's Thousand Jade Leaf Palm Technique is truly well-deserved."

Shen Fei smiled: "The Star-Entering Palm Technique created by the great genius Lin Tingchan in the intermediate academy has never been fully mastered by anyone, until now. Not only have you mastered it, but you have also grasped its essence, making me look at you with new eyes."

"You know a lot."

Lingchen stood on the rock, her exquisite, perfect face like a work of art, exuding a high and mighty aura, and said coolly, "Tao Wancheng, that waste, dared to scheme against me, surely with your instigation. You, a mere representative of the Sword Flame Mercenary Group, have such power, which is quite surprising."

The Sword Flame Mercenary Group was one of the five social groups participating in the preliminary selection.

Shen Fei was the sole representative of the Sword Flame Mercenary Group.

"Yes, for your national royal academy, members of social groups and clubs are always considered inferior, ha ha." Shen Fei smiled faintly, his face filled with ridicule: "However, this time, you, the pride of the heavens, will likely fail in this preliminary selection."

"Oh." Lingchen said, "So all your scheming was to make me lose my qualification for the Genius Championship?"

Shen Fei said, "Of course, to make the pride of Yunmeng City, the most famous genius, fail in the preliminary selection, and to make those officials from the Ministry of Education who look down on social groups and clubs lose face, isn't that interesting?"

"Ha ha, what? Do you feel wronged, thinking you're a hero fighting against injustice and discrimination?"

Lingchen laughed coldly, "Alright, I admire your courage and spirit of resistance. Since you want to prove yourself so much, let's have a fair fight."

Shen Fei laughed loudly.

"Fine."

He reached back and said, "Bring me a sword."

Tao Wancheng immediately handed him a sword with a dark sheath.