Chapter 96

Cao Potian's words were laced with a hint of unmasked mockery and ridicule.

The three major figures of the Third Academy frowned slightly at the same time.

However, no matter how displeased they were, they could not, as elders, make things difficult for a young man.

Han Bufe stepped forward, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, looking even more troubled, and said, "How do you want to test it?"

Cao Potian opened his palm.

A faint light flashed.

A dark red invitation appeared in his hand.

He possessed a storage treasure.

Seeing this, the three major figures and the instructors were all slightly startled.

The disciples of White Cloud City were treasures all over.

This crystallization of mystic pattern alchemy, due to its high technical content, was rare, and only a few in noble families possessed one or two. It was seldom seen in ordinary families, and even the senior instructors of the Third Academy might not have such a treasure.

Bai Haiqin really doted on Cao Potian.

"It's very simple. As long as you can catch this invitation, you qualify."

Cao Potian looked at Han Bufe and sneered, "But you, can't."

Han Bufe said coolly, "Stop talking nonsense, just throw it."

"Bottom of the well frog, overestimating yourself."

Cao Potian sneered, a glint in his eyes, "Then, as you wish."

Whoosh!

The red invitation in his palm slowly flew out.

The speed was very slow, but there was a strange whistling sound.

Han Bufe took three steps forward and reached out to pinch the red invitation.

He was not careless; his mystic energy was at its peak, his feet firmly rooted to the ground, and a faint mystic light enveloped his fingers, a sign that he was about to release his mystic energy externally.

This top genius of the Third Academy's third year showed an extremely cautious attitude.

Even if a city-destroying crossbow bolt came at him, he was confident he could catch it.

But the next moment...

Bang!

A loud explosion.

"Ah..."

Han Bufe's right hand fingers exploded upon contact with the invitation, blood splattering.

He was hit hard and flew back several meters, falling to the ground.

Not good.

The third-year head, Pan Weimin, moved, catching Han Bufe in mid-air, landing on the ground, and channeling mystic energy into his body to suppress the injuries. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, looking at Cao Potian.

"It seems you are not worthy of this invitation."

Cao Potian said coolly.

He reached out, and the red invitation spun back into his palm.

The atmosphere in the Sword Polishing Hall became even more oppressive.

The top genius of the third year, Han Bufe, who was highly regarded, was defeated in one blow, unable to catch the invitation.

The expressions on the instructors' faces were very grim.

"Anyone else?"

Cao Potian's gaze fell on Lin Beichen, seemingly by chance.

Lin Beichen did not speak.

Han Bufe's strength was not inferior to his.

As the top genius of the third year, being able to enter the main competition of the Young Talent Championship indicated that his strength was absolutely formidable. The fact that he could not catch the thin invitation was not because Cao Potian's cultivation was terrifying, but because the method of throwing the invitation contained a special force, similar to a certain combat technique.

If he rashly tried to catch it, he might suffer the same fate.

So, he had to use his wits.

Just as Lin Beichen was pondering, Cao Potian smiled and suddenly had another idea. "Why don't we let this beautiful classmate give it a try?"

As he spoke, the red invitation slowly floated out again, moving very slowly, as if floating in the air, but emitting a sharp whistling sound, heading towards Yue Hongxiang.

Yue Hongxiang's expression hardened, and with a clang, the long sword at her waist was drawn.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sword light flickered.

Nine sword flowers instantly appeared, like a snow lotus blooming in the void, silver and bright, the petals opening and closing as if alive, trying to swallow the invitation.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

Then, a shower of stars filled the sky.

Irregular fragments of broken metal sword pieces flew out.

Yue Hongxiang's long sword shattered into dozens of pieces, and she was thrown back. When Chu Heng caught her and landed, blood was already trickling from her mouth.

The red invitation flew back to Cao Potian's hand.

"It seems you can't do it either."

Cao Potian smiled coolly, his mockery unhidden.

Lin Beichen saw that the bandage on Yue Hongxiang's right wrist was stained with blood, clearly indicating that her old injury had been reopened by the impact of the invitation.

"The strongest genius of the Third Academy, it seems, is just that."

Cao Potian held the invitation, shaking his head lightly, as if very disappointed.

Lin Beichen was about to speak.

"I'll do it."

A clear and cold voice rang out, and the top genius of the first year, Bai Qin Yun, suddenly moved, her figure extremely fast, leaping up to grab the invitation in Cao Potian's hand.

"Hmph."

Cao Potian snorted lightly, his palm moving slightly.

The invitation floated directly towards Bai Qin Yun's palm.

Seeing this, Bai Qin Yun let out a light cry, her figure falling to the ground, her thumb and middle finger lightly pinching the invitation, her arm moving like flowing water, her body spinning like a top, trying to use the hidden force of the spin to neutralize the power in the invitation.

The first-year head, Liu Qihai, eyes lit up.

This was an extremely smart choice.

Active attack.

Using force to neutralize force.

Bai Qin Yun displayed exceptional combat wisdom.

But a cold smile appeared on Cao Potian's face.

The next moment—

Whoosh!

Bai Qin Yun's figure was thrown out in high-speed spin.

Liu Qihai was about to help.

"No need."

The icy little girl shouted.

She still held the invitation in her fingers, ultimately slamming into the wall of the Sword Polishing Hall, spitting out a stream of blood, and leaving an indentation in the wall with her arm. Blood droplets seeped from her white, jade-like fingers.

But the invitation was still in her palm.

"I caught it."

Bai Qin Yun slowly slid down the wall, her face pale but her expression stubborn.

Everyone was moved.

This was a matter of life and death, to keep this invitation in the Third Academy.

Cao Potian's expression also changed slightly, then he said coolly, "Haha, I didn't expect that the one to step forward from the prestigious Third Academy would be a little girl. Haha, although you used a trick, you did catch the invitation. Consider it passed. This invitation belongs to you."

Hearing this, Bai Qin Yun's expression relaxed, and her body swayed, her vision going black as she fainted.

The first-year head, Liu Qihai, immediately caught the icy little girl, holding her in his arms, his face showing concern.

This girl had excellent talent and an even better character, the best in the Third Academy in fifty years.

In the school's internal evaluation for admission, she scored much higher than others, four to five times higher, but because of her young age and short cultivation time, her direct combat power was not as strong as that of senior students like Han Bufe. However, given time and proper cultivation, she would surely become the next Lin Beichen-level genius.