The sound of a long sword piercing the air was heard.
Before Leng Ye could react, he only felt a chill on his left shoulder. When he looked down, the sword in Lin Beichen's hand had already pierced his left shoulder.
A kind of confusion spread in Leng Ye's heart.
what happened?
what happened?
Why did Lin Beichen's sword pierce his shoulder in just a moment?
This confusion was replaced by severe pain in the next moment.
"Ho ho...ah..."
Leng Ye finally screamed like a pig.
Phew!
Lin Beichen pulled out his long sword.
A bloody arrow shot out.
Then, he slapped Leng Ye on the right cheek with his sword backhand, knocking him to the ground, wailing.
"How dare you, a defective product like you, provoke this young master?"
Lin Beichen squatted down, wiped the blood on Leng Ye's clothes clean from the sword, and then kicked Leng Ye off the ring with a flying kick.
Plop!
Leng Ye fell to the ground and passed out on the spot.
The invigilator was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Chu Hen, the grade director on the viewing platform. When the latter nodded slightly, he said loudly: "Lin Beichen wins!"
Under the arena, there was already chaos.
A class of students rolled their eyes, thought of something, raised their arms and shouted loudly: "Lin Beichen, your attack is too vicious, it's just a martial arts competition, and you actually stabbed Senior Brother Leng in the competition, you
It’s simply inhumane.”
"I protest, this is not a contest, this is murder."
"To treat one's own classmates so harshly is simply inhumane."
"Strongly request the instructor to come forward and cancel Lin Beichen's results..."
For a moment, there seemed to be a lot of excitement.
Lin Beichen pointed the long sword in his hand at the students in that class and said: "You don't accept it? Come up and fight with me, you idiot."
"I……"
The student felt guilty for no reason.
Although the sword was pointed at him from a distance, it was as if the tip of the sword was pressed against his throat. His whole body was cold and trembling, all the notes were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Everyone else also languished.
Where Lin Beichen's long sword pointed, the noisy crowd was as if a freshly burning flame had been broken by a basin of cold water, suddenly cooling it down.
Canglang!
He sheathed his sword and walked down the ring step by step, unhurriedly.
The black hair is flying, reflecting the brilliance of the sun.
"Ahhhhh, he's so handsome."
Three or five nymphomaniac female students were covering their faces and screaming.
Ding Sanshi, the swordsmanship instructor of Class Nine, had a fiery light shining in his eyes.
"Genius, a true swordsman genius."
"Even if he started practicing [Basic Swordsmanship Three Combinations] from his mother's womb, being able to practice it to this extent is enough to prove his talent in swordsmanship. Hehehe, he is the only one. The person I am looking for is this stinky person.
Boy."
The old teacher made a decision in an instant and without hesitation.
further away.
On the viewing platform.
Chu Hen couldn't hide his smile on his face and said: "Haha, brother Qingxuan, now that you have seen Lin Beichen's actual combat performance, what is your evaluation?"
Li Qingxuan squinted his eyes and said: "The opponent is too weak to judge anything."
Chu Hen smiled from ear to ear and said: "Continue, haha, continue watching."
He now completely regarded Lin Beichen as his treasure.
Although it was announced that Lin Beichen's Xuan Qi level test results were temporarily invalid, that was just an excuse to the outside world.
He and several participants knew the truth very well.
The so-called failure of the [Mysterious Measuring Stone] is just a cover, and the conclusion was given because of the forced request of Li Qingxuan, the observer. Once the sixth-grade [Mysterious Measuring Stone] arrives, everything will come to light.
Wow ha ha ha ha.
My third college is about to produce a big baby.
When I think about it, at the college exchange meeting in the future, when I meet the grade directors of other colleges, I can hold them back and say, "Come on, let me show you my big baby", and then the other person will be convinced instantly, haha, that feeling
It's simply a pleasure.
…
The competition continues.
Half an hour later, the first round of competition was over.
Fifty people were eliminated.
Fifty people advance.
The entire process was conducted under the supervision of grade director Chu Hen, special observer Li Qingxuan, and dozens of other invigilators to ensure fairness and effectiveness.
In order to further ensure fairness, the fifty students who advanced were drawn again.
Lin Beichen drew number 47.
"I really have a fate with 7."
Could it be that there is some hidden meaning?
Lin Beichen looked at the nameplate in his hand.
This time, he didn't have to wait too long before it was his battle round.
When he steps into the ring, he sees his opponent clearly.
"Haha, there are so many encounters in life. Are they unexpected, surprising, or exciting?"
Lin Beichen laughed.
Because the embarrassed-looking student opposite him was the same guy who not long ago defended Leng Ye and instigated others to criticize him. "You...don't go too far."
The student said tremblingly.
Lin Beichen almost laughed.
This conversation would be more nutritious if it were a woman, right?
"If I remember correctly, you are also in class one, right?"
Lin Beichen said.
The student said: "Yes, my best friend is Senior Brother Wu Xiaofang, you..."
The words were not spoken yet.
The sword flashed.
Pfft.
Pfft.
The sound of the long sword thrusting in and being pulled out sounded almost simultaneously.
boom!
Got kicked in the abdomen.
The student was kicked off the stage and fell hard to the ground.
The whole process takes less than a breath of time.
At this time, he screamed like a pig being killed.
Like Leng Ye, his right arm was pierced by a long sword and was seriously injured.
But this is within the allowable range of the actual competition rules.
Because some good-quality herbal elixirs can treat such penetrating injuries in a very short time.
As long as there is no life-threatening injury or a disabling injury such as a broken limb or arm, everything can be saved.
The purpose of the actual combat arena is to let students experience the moment of life-and-death confrontation and remember the feeling of real combat. Too many constraints will lose the meaning of actual combat.
This time, no one dared to take the opportunity to attack Lin Beichen.
The retribution of a prodigal son is inevitable, which makes many people feel chilly in their hearts.
After the invigilator loudly announced the result of the battle, Lin Beichen Qingyi picked up his sword and walked slowly down from the ring step by step without any hurry or delay.
"So handsome."
More than a dozen nymphomaniac female students covered their faces and screamed under the ring.
Well, the number of people supporting the scumbag’s wife group has increased a bit.
time flies.
The contest continues.
Plop!
Xue Yue, a student from Grade 9 Class 9, fell heavily from the ring and vomited blood and fell into coma.
"I said, I will torture every student in Class Nine when I see one."
Wu Xiaofang stood on the stage and sneered, saying condescendingly: "If you want to blame, just blame your classmate named Lin Beichen."
The students of Class 9 stood under the stage, daring to be angry but afraid to speak out.
This Wu Xiaofang is really too cruel.
It is clear that against the students of Class Nine, each time they were not only defeated, but also seriously injured and verbally humiliated. There was Cheng Ku before and Xue Yue behind. This went beyond the meaning of an arena battle and was clearly a deliberate insult.