But nothing was absolute.
In this world, there were always some f**king geniuses who did not follow the common template.
In Cloud Dream City, there were some relatively talented students with high-level Mystery Energy. They purchased combat skills in private and practiced them quietly. If they were lucky, they could grasp the combat skills receiving star ratings and exert some power of those skills.
Such as Wu Xiaofang.
He had grasped the external form of Chilling Python Seven Phantom Strikes, which was enough for him to definitely defeat many students at the same level.
But unfortunately, he had encountered Lin Beichen, who had a plug-in, and then was defeated ruthlessly.
In fact, if Wu Xiaofang could really practice the Chilling Python Seven Phantom Strikes to a higher level, he could definitely defeat Lin Beichen.
Of course, all of these things could only be seen by experienced teachers.
However, at the moment, both Mu Xinyue and Yue Hongxiang had practiced their own combat skills receiving star ratings to a higher level, far better than Wu Xiaofang"s level of Chilling Python Seven Phantom Strikes.
When the girls made their moves, the faint light of Mystery Energy could be revealed on the blade.
Every time the swords clanged together, a strange roar rang out.
The s.h.i.+mmer of light showed up on the impact points on the blades.
The airflow burst out in the air like water ripples.
Neither of the two female students was insignificant.
Unexpectedly, they had even secretly reached such a level.
It seemed that even if Wu Xiaofang had not been eliminated by Lin Beichen, he would have had no chance of winning when he encountered either of the two girls.
Insiders know the ropes, while outsiders just go along for the ride.
Lin Beichen was undoubtedly the outsider.
He just felt that the battle between the two beautiful girls suddenly became more and more attractive.
Other students generally shared this idea.
After two minutes...
"Clang!"
It was a sound of long swords clanging together.
Yue Hongxiang exclaimed, covered her wrists, and staggered back.
A splash of red blood spilled from her fingers.
The winner was evident.
Mu Xinyue seemed to be neither arrogant nor impatient, and with her sword resting on her elbow, she said, "Junior Sister Yue, thank you for letting me win."
The crowd around the platform could not help exclaiming.
The fighting did not last long.
It was obvious that Mu Xinyue was superior in strength.
Yue Hongxiang looked down at her injury. The tendon of her right wrist was cut through.
She knew that Mu Xinyue did it intentionally.
Such injuries needed to be treated with the extremely precious White Jade Bone Setting Ointment. At least half a month was required to connect the severed tendon, but the combat would be affected. With careful maintenance, the wound would fully recover after two to three months.
This would greatly affect her performance in the qualifying match of the Talent Battle.
"I lose."
Yue Hongxiang was extremely calm, without blaming Mu Xinyue.
She retrieved her sword with her b.l.o.o.d.y left hand, then turned to walk off the platform.
"The compet.i.tion is over, Mu Xinyue wins."
The invigilator Ding Sans.h.i.+ announced the result aloud.
Mu Xinyue was standing on the platform with a smile. With her long black hair dancing, she was bathed in the golden afterglow of the sunset, so that it seemed like she was covered by a layer of golden divine light. Her beautiful figure was deeply imprinted in the hearts of countless male students.
"Today"s compet.i.tion is over."
On the viewing platform, Grade Dean Chu Hen stood up and announced the temporary end of this day"s compet.i.tion.
At this point, there was only the last battle remaining in this Midyear Compet.i.tion— the t.i.tle Fight.
The one who would take first place in this Midyear Compet.i.tion would finally be revealed in the battle tomorrow.
Along with plenty of conversations, the expectant crowd dispersed in twos and threes.
A few female students in love summoned the courage to go up to Lin Beichen for his signature, but failed to find the handsome boy after searching for a while.
Ten minutes later...
In the examination room...
"Hahaha, Brother Qingxuan, talk about your opinion on the top two soph.o.m.ore students of the Third College in this Midyear Compet.i.tion."
Chu Hen seemed to suffer from amnesia and asked the same question dozens of times.
Li Qingxuan felt so tired.
"Can"t he just stop it?"
He knew that Chu Hen wanted to show off, but continuing to ask was overkill.
He had to say casually, "Good, good, very good."
Chu Hen laughed again. "Brother Qingxuan, who do you think will win tomorrow?"
Li Qingxuan thought for a while, then said, "On the surface, it"s 50-50... but I"m still optimistic about Mu Xinyue."
"Oh?"
Chu Hen was slightly surprised. "Why do you say so?"
Li Qingxuan said, "Well... my intuition."
Chu Hen also nodded, and said, "Indeed, I don"t know why my intuition tells me so, even if Lin Beichen has a higher level of Mystery Energy in his body."
"By the way, Brother Chu, have you ever wondered how such an ignorant prodigal could suddenly become an amazing talent? What secrets are hidden in it?" Li Qingxuan brought up this point.
Chu Hen looked slightly serious, saying, "Of course, I have thought about this matter. It should be the Heaven-fighting Marquis"s plan. After all, he is one of the legends on the battlefield of the empire, and he has created many miracles. He spoiled Lin Beichen so much, so it is not impossible for him to leave something to his son."
Li Qingxuan nodded.
He also tended to hold this view.
However, they did not forget that the emperor did not kill Lin Beichen at first because the latter, as a waste, was no threat to him.
But now, Lin Beichen had become a genius.
After the emperor found that out, would he still not kill the only son of the Heaven-fighting Marquis, who was a criminal?
The sun set.
The campus of the Third College was extremely quiet.
Within the woods deep in the Practice Court...
As soon as Lin Beichen came back, he saw the old steward looking aggrieved and quietly staring at him in complaint.
"Young Master, my sword..."
"Oh, it"s broken."
"Ah? No, that"s my ancestral sword..."
"But it broke."
"Young Master, it is a sword of grace, but you..."
"It really broke."
"Woo-hoo, my sword. You have been pa.s.sed down for 18 generations, but I lost you... You came to such a miserable end."
"F**k, stop crying. I"ll buy you a new one."
"Really? I want the Blue Bird Sword that was launched by Master Fan and also the most popular sword currently."
"OK."
"Thank you, Young Master. I"ll prepare dinner for you."
Facts had proved that the wretched steward w.a.n.g Zhong was indeed a rare henchman.
Soon, a fancy dinner was prepared, with a perfectly balanced portion of vegetables and meat. With the excellent taste together with the Peach Blossom Wine, which was a kind of fruit wine, Lin Beichen felt like he was in a five-star restaurant.
w.a.n.g Zhong served him so well.
Lin Beichen felt once again that it was really cool to have such a henchman with him.
After dinner, Lin Beichen hid in the tent.
Playing with the phone for a while, he found nothing new.
So he went straight to sleep.
After all, after the fighting on this day, although he was nourished by Mystery Energy, he still felt tired.
An hour later...
When he was sleeping soundly, w.a.n.g Zhong"s shuddering voice came from outside.
"Young Master, Young Master? Someone has come to see you."
w.a.n.g Zhong knocked on the tent door.
Lin Beichen turned over and said impatiently, "Who is it? I have no time to see him. Let him go away."
"Uh... Young Master, this person is a little special. Hey, you"d better come out to meet him."
The old steward"s voice revealed a clear hint of obscenity.