Here Comes The Immortal Swordsman Chapter 31 Lin Beichen's Victory

Lin Beichen reached out to catch the sword, almost being moved to tears.

Thank Goodness.

"Mr. Ding, I will never curse you anymore."

Seeing this, Wu Xiaofang protested loudly. "Wait. It's not fair. Lin Beichen receives the invigilator's help. He is cheating. I protest."

Ding Sans.h.i.+ said flatly, "It's no use to protest. Combat focuses on swordsmans.h.i.+p and strength, instead of the sharpness of swords."

"You…"

Wu Xiaofang looked at the viewing platform and said loudly, "I don't agree. Please, Dean Chu and Observer Li, uphold justice. Ding Sans.h.i.+ is clearly partial to Lin Beichen, which is against the examination discipline."

"Dean Chu will definitely support me.

"Also, Observer Li and others must hate such a sc.u.mbag like Lin Beichen," Wu Xiaofang thought to himself in confidence.

"Your protest is denied," Grade Dean Chu Hen said flatly.

The observer Li Qingxuan did not say anything at all. Apparently, he did not take any notice of Wu Xiaofang's protest.

Wu Xiaofang froze.

"What... what happened?"

He felt that he was out of favor.

Even under the combat platform, some students also said loudly, "If you have the ability, defeat Lin Beichen by virtue of your swordsmans.h.i.+p. Bullying others by right of your sword, you're not a real man!"

"Yes. I support Mr. Ding."

"Lin Beichen, you are so handsome."

The screams of some female students incessantly lingered on.

The scale of Lin Beichen's fan group was growing rapidly.

Wu Xiaofang's face suddenly clouded over.

Lin Beichen laughed.

It seemed that, unconsciously, he had a somewhat greater popularity.

Wu Xiaofang shook the Yeguang Sword in his hand, followed by the buzz of the blade, and he said with a sneer, "Hmph, Lin Beichen, don't be too proud. Even if you had 10 swords, I could chop them all to pieces."

He rushed over with the sword.

Seven sword phantoms appeared in a flash, as if there was a chilling python raging, opening its huge mouth, and exposing its horrific fangs.

With a clang, Lin Beichen pulled out his sword.

He rushed forward and reached his sword out.

"Swoos.h.!.+"

Sword lights pierced through the air.

He still performed the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clanging together arose on the platform for the third time.

But this time, there was no broken sword flying away.

The seven swords phantoms were gone.

The chilling python's fangs were cut into two parts by a white sword light.

"Pfft!"

The sound of the blade piercing flesh arose.

"Argh..."

Wu Xiaofang screamed in pain.

His left arm was pierced through directly by the long sword in Lin Beichen's hand.

Then, when he was screaming, Lin Beichen pulled his sword back directly.

At that moment, Wu Xiaofang seemed to hear the sound of his flesh and bones rubbing against the blade.

The fear brought by such a sound hit his heart.

"Swoos.h.!.+"

Another white arc of the sword arose.

Wu Xiaofang's right ear felt cold.

"Argh, my ear..."

He screamed miserably.

Lin Beichen still did not give him any chance.

"Bam!"

Lin Beichen whipped Wu Xiaofang in his face with the blade, leading to a ma.s.s of bruises.

The scream was interrupted instantly.

The huge whipping force made Wu Xiaofang completely lose his balance, so that he spun around and fell to the ground directly. Both the whipped left side of his face and the right side that hit the ground instantly swelled up, bleeding like excessively ripe peaches.

Lin Beichen stepped forward, lifted his foot, and stamped on Wu Xiaofang's face.

"A stab, an ear, and a whip in the face...

"I pay you back for the sake of my cla.s.smates," he said word by word.

"Argh..."

Wu Xiaofang screamed and shouted, "Lin Beichen, you piece of garbage. How dare you treat me like this? I will not let you off, and I'll make you regret it. You son of a b.i.t.c.h..."

"You've got a really foul mouth."

Lin Beichen kicked Wu Xiaofang's stomach, so that the latter slid 10 meters away on the platform ground. Then Lin Beichen added, "I almost forgot that you also treated my cla.s.smate like this. Now I've paid you back."

Instantly, Wu Xiaofang's body twitched like a shrimp, and his internal organs seemed to be smashed. The great pain made veins pop out on his neck. The sounds, like the low cries of an animal, came from the back of his throat, and he could not say any word.

Lin Beichen looked down at the sword in his hand.

It was simple and dim, but hard enough.

Colliding against the Yeguang Sword did not leave any trace on it.

It was a nice sword.

"Clang!"

Lin Beichen put the long sword in the scabbard.

"I said that I liked to step on geniuses like you. Now do you believe it?"

He went over to Wu Xiaofang, bent over, lowered his voice, and quietly said, "Actually, I really want to thank you. Dear Senior Brother Xiaofang, without the 20 gold coins you gave me, I would not be so strong now. It's so kind of you to help me out. I will always remember how generous you are. I appreciate your f**king kindness!"

Wu Xiaofang opened his eyes wide.

Although he could not understand what Lin Beichen was talking about, he intuitively felt that he seemed to have done something wrong.

Lin Beichen smiled and said, "The last kick is a free gift for you... Bye!"

"Bam!"

Wu Xiaofang was directly kicked off the platform.

No one caught him under the platform, so he fell hard to the ground directly.

Wu Xiaofang pa.s.sed out on the spot.

Many students of Cla.s.s One uniformly turned a blind eye to Wu Xiaofang, who was lying on the ground and twitching.

On ordinary days, this talented student always acted like a bully in Cla.s.s One, aggressive and arrogant. He bullied many of his cla.s.smates, but because of his good academic performance and great strength, other students had to flatter him.

But now, he had almost been beaten to death by Lin Beichen.

He would never have the effrontery to be arrogant in Cla.s.s One in the future.

His powerful image was gone.

In contrast, the students of Cla.s.s 9 all cheered.

"Senior Brother Lin, you allow us to give vent to our anger."

"Senior Brother Lin, I apologize to you. You are the pride of our cla.s.s."

"I love you, Senior Brother Lin."

A cheer went up under the platform.

Especially Lin Xueyin, the most beautiful girl in Cla.s.s Nine.

The gentle, quiet, and shy lady was loudly screaming together with a few girl students of Cla.s.s Nine at this time. Her face was as red as a cooked crab sh.e.l.l, and she looked very excited now, different from before.

At the same time, Cheng Ku, Xue Yue, and Yin Yi, who were all injured by Wu Xiaofang before, were wrapped in bandages and stood in the crowd with the support of their cla.s.smates. At this time, regardless of the bleeding wounds, they were excited, also cheering and expressing their thanks.

Lin Beichen really let them give vent to their anger.

Many students in Cla.s.s Nine felt proud.

Prodigal? Black sheep? Sc.u.m? They had completely abandoned their previous opinions about Lin Beichen.

Now they only had one thought in their hearts—Lin Beichen was really f**king great.

On the viewing platform, Grade Dean Chu Hen breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down slowly, finally feeling relieved and easy.

"Ah? Wu Xiaofang was injured? Come on. Take Wu Xiaofang to the medical office for treatment."

After a long time, Chu Hen seemed to just notice that Wu Xiaofang was injured and cried loudly.

Some teachers came to take Wu Xiaofang away, who was in a coma.

The invigilator Ding Sans.h.i.+ announced loudly: "Lin Beichen wins!"