Here Comes The Immortal Swordsman Chapter 10 Lin Beichen, Let's Have A Friendly Talk

"Sh*t!

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h!

"How could he say he was loyal?"

They had clearly reached an agreement that if someone caused him trouble, w.a.n.g Zhong would act as his strong guard and fool those students, who had never experienced setbacks outside of college and were still innocent and childlike.

At that time, the son of a b.i.t.c.h even patted his own chest and swore that if someone was going to beat Lin Beichen, he, instead of Lin Beichen, would certainly suffer the beating.

But now?

The son of a b.i.t.c.h actually ran away!

He had no sense of obligation at all.

Lin Beichen was suddenly at a loss.

"Dammit! What should I do right now?

"Draw my sword and have a fight?"

Although last night, he had quickly gotten proficient in Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes via the phone, he was a homebody who liked playing games on the Earth after all. He had no experience in fighting. Additionally, as a civilized man in a society ruled by law, he was not psychologically ready to fight with a sword.

The students around him gloated and laughed.

"Come on. Crawl between his legs."

"Crawl and lick the dust off all of our boots."

"F*ck, what are you looking at? Come on!"

"Little beast, hurry up."

"Do you think you're still the son of the Heaven-fighting Marquis?"

The students who came with Feng Lun had already been asked to cooperate with him, immediately swearing at Lin Beichen loudly in the most vicious words.

Feng Lun was prouder when he saw that.

He decided to go further. With a clang, he drew his sword hung at his waist and pointed it at Lin Beichen. "You son of a b.i.t.c.h," he said, "your father is a deserter, and you're also a coward. If it weren't for the school rules of no murdering being allowed, today you would have been..."

Before he finished speaking, something had suddenly happened.

"Shoooo!"

An arc of a sword arose.

"Clang!"

Something dazzled Feng Lun, who felt that his wrist was shaken. With half of his arm going numb, Feng Lun's long sword flew out of his hand.

"Shoooo!"

Another white arc of the sword arose.

His chest felt cold.

He looked down.

The silver sword tip had pierced the clothing against his chest and slightly penetrated into his muscles. A trace of blood ran along the edge of the blade, appearing and spreading on the clothing like slowly blooming red flowers...

And the hilt of the sword was being held in... Lin Beichen's hands?!

"So, just now...

"What happened?

"I…

"Was defeated...

"By Lin Beichen?

"He was just a prodigal. He...

"How could he have such awesome strength?"

Feng Lun's heart suddenly shuddered uncontrollably.

He stared blankly at Lin Beichen.

And Lin Beichen was also startled.

"What the f*ck?

"What is going on just now?"

He wore a blank look.

However, from the point of view of Feng Lun, who was terribly frightened, Lin Beichen's blank look indicated something different—

Lin Beichen looked cold and indifferent, as if he was a cold-blooded killer. Especially, his eyes focused on nothing. Such an empty look in the eyes seemed to demonstrate that others were already a dead body in Lin Beichen's eyes.

Terrible.

Horrific.

Lin Beichen in this state was like a cold-blooded top killer who had killed countless people.

"Am I fighting against such a f*cking man?"

"Lin... Lin Beichen, don't... Let's have... a friendly talk..."

Feng Lun suddenly broke down.

G.o.ddess? Doing everything for the one he loved?

All of those things were left aside.

Being alive mattered most.

He got cold feet and was about to kneel down for mercy.

But he dared not move.

Because the sword was in his chest.

He was afraid that his movement might cause Lin Beichen's misunderstanding, so that Lin Beichen would push the sword forward an inch further, piercing his heart and killing him.

Everyone around was also stunned.

In particular, those students who had been gloating over Lin Beichen's situation froze.

What had happened?

Feng Lun was a junior-year warrior.

Although he was at the primary stage, he was an authentic junior-year warrior.

Unexpectedly, he was instantly defeated by a student of the poorest academic performance in soph.o.m.ore Cla.s.s Nine, no, among all soph.o.m.ore students!

No one could see clearly what kind of martial skill Lin Beichen was displaying.

Because he was too fast.

Lin Beichen moved too fast.

It was like a flash of lightning.

All the students were dazzled by the flash, and when they reacted, Lin Beichen's sword had pieced Feng Lun's chest.

How awesome his strength was!

"Lin... Lin Beichen, you must not be impulsive..."

"Murdering is forbidden at college..."

"Lin Beichen, stop. Let's have a friendly talk first."

Several of Feng Lun's companions were also scared, daring not to approach Lin Beichen and hastily stammering for his mercy. They were afraid that Lin Beichen was really impulsive to kill Feng Lun, and in that case, they would be blamed by the college.

What?

Could they bet that Lin Beichen dared not to kill Feng Lun?

Please!

The prodigal was mentally disabled.

In the event of a brain disorder attack, he could do anything!

All of the onlookers' hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

At this time, Lin Beichen, who caused their horror, finally understood what was going on.

Uh?

Just now...

It seemed that when Feng Lun drew his sword and pointed it at him, his body felt some kind of threat, and was suddenly out of his control completely. Before his brain gave an order, his body had responded directly.

He had drawn the sword and fought back.

Rush, Break, and Stab...

It seemed to be...

A sequence of moves of Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes?

"Rush" meant rus.h.i.+ng toward the opponent at a speed as high as possible within the shortest possible time.

"Break" referred to determining the most reasonable, most effective, and most labor-saving angle and strength to break through the opponent's defenses.

"Stab" referred to stabbing and defeating the opponent in the simplest, most direct, and most deadly way.

Rus.h.i.+ng, breaking, and stabbing were the core and essence of Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes.

Seemingly simple, but extremely difficult.

In fact, if one limited oneself to the form in a battle and failed to flexibly display these strikes, their martial skills would be not threatening.

The tricks of displaying these moves had to be clear in one's mind. Furthermore, one had to practice these three moves thousands of times, turn them directly into instinctive movements, and be able to flexibly use these moves in a battle, so as to achieve the maximum effect.

Just now, Lin Beichen's movements and stabbing were completed in an instant.

It meant that these strikes had been his instinctive movements.

He had been able to exert terribly strong power far more than Lin Beichen's own expectations.

"Oh my G.o.d, using the phone for cultivation is too domineering!"

Lin Beichen was ecstatic.

If he had just reached a higher level of understanding of Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes last night, then right now, he had mastered the skill.

The power of these three moves exceeded his imagination.

Even Feng Lun, a primary-stage junior-year warrior, appeared to be as weak and vulnerable as a child.

So, did he underestimate the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes or underestimate the phone's power for cultivation?

Anyway...

He was very pleased now!

"A friendly talk?"

Lin Beichen laughed on the spot. "But when I was talking to someone friendly just now, he seemed not to accept my proposal. Now my sword is angry, and you tell me that you want to accept it, right?"

"Yes, yes, I accept it. I accept it. I certainly accept it."

Feng Lun wore a fake smile, but howled in his heart.

"Brother, don't laugh.

"When you laugh, you will shake both your hands and your sword.

"Your sword is still stuck in my body."