Here Comes The Immortal Swordsman

Lin Beichen was so relentless to defeat such an elegant girl with one move.

However, the female students of the sc.u.mbag"s fan group were so glad to see this scene, and they all cheered. “Cold, ruthless, handsome… He is almost the fairy swordsman…”

The male students next to them were suddenly speechless.

“Why don"t these superficial fans, who are obsessed with Lin Beichen"s appearance, learn from us and appreciate his performance in swordsmans.h.i.+p? Why not be obsessed with his ability?”

As the compet.i.tion went on, only four compet.i.tors were left.

They were Lin Beichen, Wu Xiaofang, Mu Xinyue, and Yue Hongxiang; the four strongest soph.o.m.ores of the Third College.

The final round of battle was eventually coming.

This draw immediately attracted the attention of the entire grade.

On the No. 1 platform, a box was placed on a desk covered with a black cloth.

Lin Beichen and the other three students went up to the platform and drew lots in succession.

After the draw, every person held their nameplate.

Lin Beichen lowered his head and saw that he had the No. 4 nameplate in his hand.

The other three had taken their nameplates in their hands.

The invigilator came to check their nameplates, and after taking a glance, he announced the opponent pairings of the Final Four. “Wu Xiaofang, No. 1 versus Lin Beichen, No. 4; Mu Xinyue, No. 2 versus Yue Hongxiang, No. 3.”

There was a roar of joy around the platform.

These pairings seemed to create a king-on-king battle and a queen-on-queen battle.

Although Yue Hongxiang from Cla.s.s Eight was not as popular as Mu Xinyue, the former was also a G.o.ddess in the minds of many students. She was gentle and decent, bearing a touch of cla.s.sic elegance. In ordinary days, she was very low-key, but actually had many loyal admirers. Besides, she definitely deserved being among the top four in this compet.i.tion.

The battle between the two G.o.ddesses definitely caught people"s eye.

At the same time, because of the constant rivalry since the compet.i.tion and the fascinating story of Lin Beichen"s rise, the battle between Lin Beichen and Wu Xiaofang was even more attractive than that between the two G.o.ddesses.

“The first battle, Wu Xiaofang versus Lin Beichen. Please step on the platform,” Ding Sans.h.i.+, who was an invigilator, said loudly.

His words fired up the atmosphere instantly.

“Senior Brother Wu, come on. Defeat the prodigal.”

“Fairy Swordsman Lin, continue your legend. I"m starting to support you now.”

“Brother Xiaofang, you must not lose to that infamous black sheep.”

Wu Xiaofang went on the platform step by step. Hearing this sentence, he broke out into curses in his heart. “What an idiot! What is he talking about? Must not? I will never lose, OK?”

Lin Beichen also stepped on the platform.

The two were 10 meters away from each other and stood face to face.

“This moment has finally come.”

Wu Xiaofang sneered and stared at Lin Beichen, saying, “Although I felt good when I hurt your cla.s.smates, how could that compare with beating you down and humiliating you before so many cla.s.smates? Lin Beichen, you waste, are you ready to be destroyed?”

Lin Beichen slowly pulled out the long sword hanging at his waist.

“I also want to ask you about that. Are you ready to face the nightmare?”

He held the sword and slowly stepped forward.

Mystery Energy was running wildly in his body.

His long, black hair was dancing in the sun, and every hair seemed to reflect intoxicating light.

“Oh my G.o.d! He"s so handsome!”

Under the platform, dozens of female students screamed.

They had to admit that in the entire Third College, simply in terms of appearance, no one could be superior to Lin Beichen. Lin Beichen could immediately deliver a knockout blow to such a pretty and clean boy like Wu Xiaofang.

Before this compet.i.tion, unknowingly, there were gradually more people who began to support Lin Beichen.

When Wu Xiaofang discovered Lin Beichen"s imposing manner on the platform and a resounding cheer from below, a gloomy look sharply appeared then disappeared in Wu Xiaofang"s eyes in a flash.

He also drew his long sword hanging at his waist.

The blade was as bright as autumn water, reflecting the dazzling light in the sun.

This sword was called Yeguang.

It was a treasured sword, able to cut clean through iron as though it were mud.

He specially prepared it for this compet.i.tion.

In the previous battles, he never pulled his sword out of his sheath, because he was expecting this moment to come.

Under the gaze of all the students and teachers, he was going to defeat Lin Beichen with this sword on the platform, and totally ruin the so-called legend of the black sheep"s rise from the ashes.

“Shall I pierce through your legs or your arms first?”

Wu Xiaofang stepped forward slowly, and walked faster and faster.

Suddenly, he began to run.

With the sudden changes in speed, Wu Xiaofang was like a flying arrow.

Lin Beichen also accelerated instantly.

The first move of the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes—”burst”.

He integrated his body with the sword.

With an arc of the sword, Lin Beichen"s body and sword seemed to be a burst of light.

“You will lose!” Wu Xiaofang shouted.

He sharply held out the sword in his hand.

“Shooooooo!”

Instantly, seven blurry sword shadows showed up, and it was difficult to distinguish the genuine one from the fake ones.

The dense shadows of sword were chilling, like a suddenly violent silver python that opened its huge mouth to immediately swallow up Lin Beichen.

This scene shocked the fencing teacher Ding Sans.h.i.+ in a moment.

It was terrible.

What Wu Xiaofang was displaying was not the basic swordsmans.h.i.+p.

A real one-star sword skill.

Wu Xiaofang had actually already mastered the ninth-level sword skill superior to the basic swordsmans.h.i.+p.

In terms of martial arts and martial skills, once it received star ratings, its power would be far beyond the basic martial arts.

From low to high, there were one-star to nine-star skills.

What was the result of the one-star sword skill against the derivative skill of basic swordsmans.h.i.+p?

Definite victory.

Ding Sans.h.i.+ immediately could not help feeling fear.

On the viewing platform, Grade Dean Chu Hen also sharply stood up.

He should have been pleased to see that Wu Xiaofang could display a sword skill superior to basic swordsmans.h.i.+p. After all, his students were promising, but at this moment, Chu Hen was afraid that Lin Beichen would fail to escape from Wu Xiaofang"s attack and be injured!

“Clang!”

The slight sound of metal clanging together arose.

A part of the sword flew up in the air.

The figures pa.s.sed by each other.

They got far away from each other quickly.

The phantoms of chilling pythons disappeared.

Lin Beichen looked at the sword in his hand in surprise.

Only half of it was left.

“s.h.i.+t!

“Is it the f*cking w.a.n.g Zhong"s ancestral sword?

“It actually broke after such a collision.

“This sword is so unreliable, just like that dog.”

Lin Beichen broke out into curses in his heart.

Opposite Lin Beichen, Wu Xiaofang laughed.

“Oh, you piece of trash, weren"t you very arrogant before? Now that your sword is broken, how can you fight against me?”

In fact, he was also shocked.

He had the sharp Yeguang Sword in his hand.

Besides, he displayed the Chilling Python Seven Phantom Strikes, which was a one-star sword skill.

At the very beginning, he had already exerted his maximum strength, just to seriously hurt Lin Beichen in an instant, shock the audience, achieve the best visual effects, and get back his own glory.

However, he just ruined the f*cking sword in Lin Beichen"s hand.

Moreover, the powerful strength against him even made his sword almost fly out of his hand.

Was the little beast so strong?

Wu Xiaofang began to feel vigilant.

He displayed his stepping skill, and once again carried out the Chilling Python Seven Phantom Strikes.

With the chilling phantoms, the sword was aimed at Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen did not flinch.

Because his intuition told him that if he flinched, he would lose.

When people come into an unavoidable confrontation, he who is braver will win.

The broken sword in his hand was pressed forward powerfully.

“Burst!”

Lin Beichen again displayed the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes.

“Clang!”

A clear sound of metal clanging together arose.

Two or three cl.u.s.ters of sparks flew off in the air.

A part of the broken sword flew up in the air again.

“Hahaha, now you have only the hilt of your sword in your hands. How can you fight against me?”

Wu Xiaofang laughed.

The broken sword in Lin Beichen"s hand was directly cut to just a hilt.

Now…

“d.a.m.n, am I about to lose?”

Lin Beichen was a little speechless.

He could display his abilities only by means of the sword.

A sword was to Lin Beichen what a computer was to a keyboard man. How could he display his power?

“You waste, today you are destined to be trampled under my feet.”

Wu Xiaofang laughed. “Do you really want to avenge the good-for-nothings from Cla.s.s 9? Hahaha, unfortunately, your end will be worse than theirs.”

Just then—

“Boy, take the sword.”

Ding Sans.h.i.+, the invigilator, he took off the sword hanging at his waist without expression and threw it to Lin Beichen.