Chapter 72

"Actually, when I first started practicing swordsmanship, I didn't use my right hand, but rather..."

At that moment, Lingchen's left hand trembled.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

One sword, ten flowers.

The sword flowers seemed to bloom like cold stars.

"But rather, my right hand."

Lingchen's gaze suddenly became sharp.

Then, she made her move.

Generally, everyone uses their right hand to wield a sword.

Unless they are left-handed.

Or a dual-sword swordsman.

For those who use their right hand to wield a sword, using their left hand reverses their habit, and they are bound to be weaker.

Their combat power will decline.

But Lingchen was an exception.

An ordinary Yunmeng Guard standard long sword, in her left hand, unleashed a power far exceeding when she used her right hand.

One sword, one child...

No, one sword, one genius student.

The dozen or so genius students at the forefront only felt the wind rush towards them, their vision blurred, and they didn't even have time to react before being knocked away.

This was still Lingchen holding back.

Otherwise, they might not even know how they died.

Li Tao and Tao Wancheng, roaring with anger, charged forward, choosing to fight together.

The two geniuses of the National Royal Junior College, known as the "Dual Gems," had an extremely powerful combined force.

Moreover, they were proficient in a combined sword technique.

But in front of Lingchen's left-hand sword, it only took one sword strike for them to be instantly defeated.

The long swords in their hands shattered into several pieces.

At the same time, their sword-holding palms were torn, and blood spurted from their tiger mouths.

Seeing the situation turn against them, Shen Fei used the "Netherworld Ghost Steps," instantly leaping ten meters, pulling out the Taiyi Sword embedded in the ground, and turning to unleash the "Meteor Sword Technique." He moved like a mad tiger, his sword like a wild dragon, leaving trails of sword marks that seemed to be celestial stars falling from the sky, extremely astonishing.

"Enough."

Lingchen said calmly.

She thrust her sword.

In the air, it seemed as if a lonely light flashed.

Ding!

The Taiyi Sword was struck on its spine.

Crack, crack!

In the next moment, this famous sword, with the point of impact on its spine as the center, split into cracks and then shattered with a loud noise.

A piece of the flying sword blade spun and shot past Shen Fei's cheek.

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Swoosh!

A trail of blood appeared on Shen Fei's face.

His body stiffened.

His eyes widened, his pupils contracting sharply.

In that instant, death was so close.

Defeated.

This time, the defeat was even more thorough.

Even the famous Taiyi Sword was severed by Lingchen's simple Yunmeng Guard long sword.

In her left-hand sword state, Lingchen was incredibly powerful.

Shen Fei could no longer remain calm, his mind blank.

He had no doubt that if this were a real life-and-death battle, he could have escaped from Lingchen's right-hand sword, but facing her left-hand sword, he might have died seven or eight times in a short breath.

Was the unparalleled female genius of Yunmeng City, second only to Lin Tingchan, terrifying to this extent?

Shen Fei was not willing to accept it.

His talent was absolutely among the best of geniuses, and he had always been proud of it.

This time, using a scheme to calculate Lingchen was merely out of his usual cautious habit, to ensure everything went perfectly. He didn't think he was much worse than Lingchen—there was only a limited gap.

But now...

"Ahh... Pfft!"

Shen Fei's mind wavered, and he spat out his third mouthful of blood.

Lingchen defeated all the genius students, sheathed her sword, and stepped back to stand beside Lin Beichen.

A breeze blew, stirring her long hair, strands of which swept across her beautiful face. The girl exuded a powerful aura and a mysterious charm that made people's hearts tremble.

The other students were terrified, hesitating to move forward.

Shen Fei looked at the broken sword in his hand, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and remained silent in a daze.

He remained silent for a full five or six minutes.

Then he suddenly raised his head, as if making a vow to himself or shouting at others, "No, this battle, we cannot lose."

Shen Fei turned sharply.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the dozens of genius students who were at the top of the stone monument's individual ranking, roaring loudly, "Do you remember what I promised you? I will lead the most determined, the most loyal to friendship and themselves, to break through and advance to the main competition. I promised you, and I will not change. But now, someone is blocking our path..."

A more intense and clear hypnotic force began to flow through the air.

He pointed at Lingchen and Lin Beichen with his broken sword, his face twisted in a fierce snarl, "These two people are blocking our path. They are about to advance, but they are cutting off our hopes. Fellow students, the opportunity is right in front of you, and there is only one chance. Are you ready to use your youthful passion to fight one more time, or are you going to give up?"

Those genius students who had already felt defeated began to breathe more rapidly.

One by one, their eyes filled with hatred, looking at Lingchen and Lin Beichen.

Shen Fei continued, "Fight once, defeat them, and we can advance together. If you give up now, you will plant a nightmare in your hearts. When you look back on the past, you will surely regret your inaction. The path of a martial artist is only truly strong by moving forward with all your might. I, Shen Fei, have already been defeated by these two people, but I will not give up unless I can no longer hold a sword... Are you going to give up?"

This was his last struggle.

Tao Wancheng roared, holding half a long sword, and charged towards Lin Beichen.

Li Tao's eyes were bloodshot, and he charged towards Lin Beichen like a wounded beast.

Shen Fei laughed loudly, holding the broken Taiyi Sword, and charged towards Lingchen.

The other ten genius students, like Peng Yiming, Li Rui, and Zhuo Kaixin, also approached with their swords drawn.

Shen Fei was right.

They had no way out.

The only hope was to fight.

To leave the competition like this was absolutely unacceptable.

"Since that's the case..."

Lingchen said calmly, "I'll make sure you can't even pick up your swords."

Her left-hand sword was about to strike again.

At that moment, Lin Beichen suddenly shouted loudly, "Hold it, fighting and killing is so uncivilized. Fellow students, I have a way to let all of you advance..."

These words had a magical effect.

Suddenly, the determination to fight to the death, which Shen Fei had stirred up in the frustrated and unwilling geniuses, began to waver.

Everyone's movements paused.

"What method?"

Peng Yiming shouted loudly.

"Don't believe him, this scoundrel is just trying to buy time. We..." Li Tao shouted loudly.

But in the next moment, his words abruptly stopped.

Because Lin Beichen opened his palm.

His hand was beautiful.

But that wasn't the key.

The key was that a stack of ten Star Medals appeared in his palm.

In the sunlight, each medal reflected a dreamlike color.

Everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to the ten Star Medals, unable to look away.