Here Comes The Immortal Swordsman Chapter 29 Holy Shit! So Relentless!

Moreover, it was clear that this was a despicable means of undermining the relations.h.i.+p between the students from Cla.s.s 9 and Lin Beichen.

The students were not stupid.

Few people were really silly enough to question and blame Lin Beichen for this.

In addition, the students of Cla.s.s 9 also saw that Lin Beichen tried to avenge Cheng Ku and Xue Yue in the two previous tests. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. He also beat up Leng Ye and the student whose name was unknown.

So poor.

"Lin Beichen, you have to avenge Xue Yue and Cheng Ku."

"All Cla.s.s Nine students, we must unite together."

"Lin Beichen, as long as you can cruelly treat Wu Xiaofang, I am willing to apologize to you for those bad things that I said before."

The students of Cla.s.s Nine surrounded Lin Beichen and pleaded.

Lin Beichen was silent for a moment.

"It's boring."

He forced his way through the crowd and changed his position.

The students in Cla.s.s Nine were stunned.

As time went by, the second round of combat was over soon.

What was incredible was that the "Princess Civilian" Mu Xinyue once again met her loyal admirer, who gave up in the battle and took the initiative to jump off the platform like Zheng Tuo, so that Mu Xinyue effortlessly won another victory.

This could be simply regarded as a record.

Even those invigilators were a little stunned.

It could be seen that Mu Xinyue was very popular with the students in the Third College.

Other geniuses, such as Wu Xi, Si Xinlin, Yue Hongxiang, and Gao Min, also respectively defeated their opponents without a doubt and ranked in the top 25.

The combat had gradually become more and more enjoyable and the compet.i.tion was increasingly intense.

Soon, it was time to draw lots for the third round of the knockout match.

25 people would draw lots, with one who was destined to get a bye.

In the limelight, "Princess Civilian" Mu Xinyue was the lucky girl.

"She's not only beautiful, strong and talented, but also lucky. I am very jealous."

"She's almost like the Daughter of Destiny." Some students had to speak with emotion.

Mu Xinyue wore a slight smile, neither arrogant nor impatient.

Lin Beichen got No. 17.

Was it his destiny?

His opponent was also a genius named Gao Min.

This was the first sufficiently powerful opponent he had encountered since he entered the combat.

"I look forward to fighting against you."

Gao Min was a young pretty boy with slightly naturally-curly hair. He was proud of being a genius in his grade, with arrogance and pride in his eyes. He held a sword in his hand and said, "I will show you what a real genius is like."

"Oh," Lin Beichen said indifferently.

Then he pulled out his sword.

"Clang!"

"Shoooo!"

An arc of the sword arose.

"Clang!"

The sound of a collision arose.

Then the long sword flew out of Gao Min's hand, drew a high parabola, eventually dropped down, and inserted into the platform.

However, the sword in Lin Beichen's hand was already up against Gao's throat.

"What... what is this?"

Gao Yan could not believe it.

He did not even know how he failed.

Lin Beichen withdrew the long sword and said, "Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes."

"This is impossible," Gao Min exclaimed with a pale face. "I have also practiced the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes taught by Ding Sans.h.i.+. Do we practice two kinds of swordsmans.h.i.+p?"

Lin Beichen thought about it then said, "Maybe it's because you are too stupid to grasp it."

Gao Min lowered his head and said, "I'm defeated."

He retrieved the sword and turned disappointedly to jump off the platform.

"Lin Beichen wins."

The invigilator announced the results loudly.

Off the platform, after a short silence, all kinds of arguments suddenly broke out like a surging spring tide.

"Did you see that?"

"No."

"He's too fast."

"Yes."

"Just one move."

"I'll call him Lin Yijian in the future."

"Lin Yijian? Good name."

"Was it really the useless skill Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes taught by the old guy Ding Sans.h.i.+?"

"I don't know. Anyway, the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes in my eyes is not like this."

"In just one move, he could defeat Gao Min."

"However, this time, he did not pierce Gao's shoulder."

"Nonsense. Lin Beichen is a sc.u.mbag, not a s.a.d.i.s.t. He only targets the students of Cla.s.s One."

"Wu Xiaofang first provoked the 'war'. He goes too far, bringing his personal grievances into the compet.i.tion."

Almost all the students watching the compet.i.tion partic.i.p.ated in the discussion and made their comments.

Wors.h.i.+ping the strong was an ancient and unchanging gene for all warriors in this world.

Unconsciously, public opinion had begun to lean toward Lin Beichen.

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

"I'm going to marry him."

More than 30 female students were screaming crazily.

Well, the members of the sc.u.mbag's fan group had expanded again.

Lin Beichen, who was walking down from the platform, frowned slightly.

"You superficial fans, who are obsessed with my face, would you please be more enthusiastic next time and scream louder?"

"Hahaha, the real sword genius. Your body may be the seed of sword. Little guy, I must get you."

Ding Sans.h.i.+, the fencing teacher, laughed from a distance.

On the viewing platform...

"Haha, Brother Qingxuan, Lin Beichen has proven his strength now, right?"

Grade Dean Chu Hen could not stop smiling from ear to ear.

Li Qingxuan still calmly said, "Just wait. Just wait..."

But his look of surprise was no longer concealable.

He thought to himself, "What is going on? Is the Third College really going to rise? Lin Beichen is very peculiar."

Soon, this round of combat was over.

The students of Cla.s.s Nine carried the monitor, Yin Yi, away from under the platform.

But in this battle, Yin Yi had competed with Wu Xiaofang not due to drawing lots.

Instead, Wu Xiaofang, who ranked first in the previous compet.i.tion, once again used his privilege and selected Yin Yi, the monitor of Cla.s.s Nine, as his opponent. On the platform, he was shockingly cruel to Yin Yi, cut off the latter's ear, pierced through his left arm, and seriously injured him...

"I said that I would beat up every student from Cla.s.s Nine who I met in the battle," Wu Xiaofang said with a sneer again.

Lin Beichen still did not respond to such a challenge.

13 people entered the next round.

In the next draw, it was unbelievable that this time, Mu Xinyue again got the bye.

"She is simply the Luck Fairy."

"Incredible."

"Sure enough, even the Lord of the Swords favors beautiful and kind girls."

Many invigilators were even sighing with emotion.

Luck, in many cases, was also a symbol of strength.

And Lin Beichen's opponent was the monitor of Cla.s.s 10, Qian Zhenqin, a cute and pretty girl with a round face with baby fat. She seemed naive and innocent, always wearing a pure smile, and was also the most beautiful girl in Cla.s.s 10.

Lin Beichen was not kind to Qian Zhenqin because of her beauty.

He displayed the Triple Sword Strikes.

"Clang!"

In just one move, he directly defeated the cute and pretty girl.

"Holy s.h.i.+t! So Relentless!" Many admirers of Qian Zhenqin under the platform sighed.