Here Comes The Immortal Swordsman Chapter 28 This Scumbag's Fans

"Shoooo!"

A sound of the sword penetrated the air.

Before Leng Ye could react, his left shoulder felt cold. Looking down, Leng Ye found that Lin Beichen's sword had pierced his left shoulder.

A feeling of loss gradually filled Leng Ye's heart.

"What happened?

"What's going on just now?

"How did Lin Beichen's sword pierce my shoulder in a flash?"

The next instant, that feeling of loss was replaced by intense pain.

"Uh... Ah..."

Leng Ye finally screamed out in great pain.

"Sst!"

Lin Beichen pulled out his long sword.

A streak of blood splashed instantly.

Then, Lin Beichen swung the sword and gave Leng Ye a pat on his red cheek with the flat part of his sword, and the latter fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

"You sc.u.mbag, how dare you challenge me?"

Lin Beichen squatted down and wiped the blood from the sword on Leng Ye clothes. Then he directly kicked Leng Ye off the contest platform.

"Sst!"

Leng Ye fell to the ground and pa.s.sed out on the spot.

The invigilator was stunned, and he turned to look at Grade Dean Chu Hen on the next viewing platform. Seeing the latter nod slightly, the invigilator then said loudly, "Lin Beichen wins!"

Under the contest platform, the people were already in upheaval.

There was one student who rolled his eyes and thought of something, directly raising their arms and shouting loudly, "Lin Beichen, you're so vicious. It's just a contest, but I didn't expect that you'd even stab Senior Brother Leng in his arm. You're just a beast."

"I protest. You are not combatting; you're just murdering."

"You're such a beast to beat your cla.s.smate so badly."

"I strongly urge the teachers to deny Lin Beichen's performance..."

For a moment, those students seemed to be excited.

Lin Beichen pointed his sword at the student, and said, "If you're not convinced, get up and fight me. You sucker."

"I…"

The student felt afraid for no reason.

Although only being pointed at by Lin Beichen with his long sword from afar, it was as if the blade of the sword was against the student's throat. He felt cold and trembled all over. All his words were stuck in his throat, and he could not say a word.

Everyone else was stunned.

Those whom Lin Beichen pointed his long sword at instantly stopped talking, just as if a burning flame had just been extinguished by cold water.

"Clang!"

He sheathed the long sword and walked down the platform calmly step by step.

Lin Beichen's hair flew back and reflected the light of the sun.

"Oh my G.o.d! He's so handsome!"

Three or four crazy female students screamed while covering their faces.

Ding Sans.h.i.+, the fencing teacher in Cla.s.s Nine, stared at Lin Beichen fervently.

"Genius. He's a real swordsmans.h.i.+p genius.

"Even if he started practicing the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes when he was just a fetus, being able to reach his current level is enough to demonstrate his talent in swordsmans.h.i.+p. Hehehe, it's him. He's the person I've been trying to find."

In an instant, the old teacher made a decision without hesitation.

Farther away...

On the viewing platform...

Chu Hen could not refrain from smiling and said, "Haha, Brother Qingxuan, now you have also seen Lin Beichen's performance in the battle. What's your opinion?"

Li Qingxuan squinted and said, "His opponent was too weak, so I fail to give my opinion."

Chu Hen grinned from ear to ear and said, "Go on. Haha, let's go on watching."

He now completely treated Lin Beichen as a treasure.

Although it was announced that Lin Beichen's performance in the Mystery Energy test was temporarily invalid on that day, it was only an excuse.

The truth was clear to him and other partic.i.p.ants.

The so-called Mystery Energy-testing Stone failure was just a guise, because Li Qingxuan, who was the observer, urged them to make such a conclusion. As soon as the level-six Mystery Energy-testing Stone arrived, everything would come to light.

"Ohhahaha!"

A super genius would show up in the Third College.

When he thought that he could grab hold of those grade deans of other colleges when he met them at the college exchange conference and tell them: "Come on. He's a super genius from my college," which would then convince those grade deans instantly, Chu Hen felt flattered.

The match continued.

Half an hour later, the first round of combat was over.

50 people were eliminated.

50 people could enter the second round.

In order to ensure fairness and effectiveness, the entire process was carried out under the supervision of Grade Dean Chu Hen, special observer Li Qingxuan, and dozens of invigilators.

Furthermore, the 50 students who could enter the second round would draw lots again.

Lin Beichen got No. 47.

"Why do I always get a.s.sociated with the number 7?"

Was it his destiny?

Lin Beichen looked at the nameplate in his hand.

This time, without waiting too long, it was his turn to fight.

When he stepped onto the combat platform, he could see his opponent clearly.

"Hah. What a coincidence! Surprise!" Lin Beichen laughed.

Because the embarra.s.sed student opposite Lin Beichen was the guy who had defended Leng Ye and incited others to blame him.

"You... don't go too far," the student said with fear.

Lin Beichen almost burst into laughter.

Such a conversation would be more interesting only between a man and a woman.

"If I remember correctly, you are in Cla.s.s One, right?" Lin Beichen said.

The student said, "Yes, my best friend is Senior Brother Wu, Wu Xiaofang. You..."

Before he finished speaking, an arc of a sword had arisen.

"Pftt!"

"Pftt!"

The sound of the long sword piercing muscle and being pulled out arose almost simultaneously.

"Bam!"

Lin Beichen gave the student a kick in his stomach.

The student was kicked off the platform and fell to the ground severely.

It happened in a breath.

And then, he screamed loudly.

Like Leng Ye, his right arm was pierced through by the long sword and was badly hurt.

However, this was allowed according to the rules of the combat.

Because some high-quality herbs and potions could cure such injuries in a short time.

The compet.i.tors could be saved as long as they had not been killed. Except for broken limbs, general injuries could be cured.

The purpose of the battle was to make the students experience the moment of life or death and remember this feeling of real fighting. Too much restraint would make the combat less significant.

This time, no one dared to take the opportunity to blame Lin Beichen.

The prodigal's revenge for the grievance made many people feel chills.

After the invigilator loudly announced the result of the battle, Lin Beichen held the sword in indigo cloth, then slowly and calmly went down from the platform step by step.

"Oh my G.o.d! He's so handsome!"

A dozen crazy female students screamed while covering their faces under the platform.

Well, the number of the sc.u.mbag's fans had increased a bit.

Time flew by.

The match continued.

"Sst!"

Xue Yue, a soph.o.m.ore student in Cla.s.s Nine, fell down from the platform, vomited blood, and pa.s.sed out.

"I said that I would beat up every student from Cla.s.s Nine who I met in the battle."

Wu Xiaofang stood on the platform and sneered, looking down and saying, "Just blame yourselves for having Lin Beichen as your cla.s.smate."

The students of Cla.s.s Nine stood under the platform and were afraid to speak.

Wu Xiaofang was too vicious.

It was clear that he targeted the students of Cla.s.s Nine. He not only defeated them, but also caused serious injuries to them and verbally abused them, such as Cheng Ku and Xue Yue. This was beyond the significance of the combat. He was clearly insulting them.