Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 2 The Greatest Scourge in Cloudy Dream City

In sharp contrast to the rascally Lin Beichen, his classmates were much more excited about the coming Midyear Competition.

A group of students were so thrilled that they began to discuss with each other.

"This is a great opportunity. Guys, this time, I must enter the top 30 of grade two in the Midyear Competition..."

"Hha, my basic swordsmanship has reached the sixth level. I'm going to be a third-grade warrior. If I fully master Mr. Ding's Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes, I will be able to stand out and become a main draw player of all the students in our grade. Then, I will participate in the Talent Battle in Cloudy Dream City, on behalf of our Third Provincial Junior College."

"How childish! What if you can participate in the Talent Battle?"

"Yeah, apart from the Royal National Junior College, which has collected all the top talents in Cloudy Dream City, the six provincial junior colleges and various private schools, as well as the non-regular schools, have no less than 500 players of the right age. Each of them is a genius among geniuses. Even if you have reached the Consummate Ninth Level Basic Swordsmanship, become a third-grade warrior, and really participated in the Talent Battle, you are doomed to be defeated. You're weak in the face of those geniuses."

"Ma Qianjun, you're so mean! Your malicious remarks have finally crushed my ambition."

"Oh, as a matter of fact, our Third College seems to have been eliminated in the qualifying match in Cloudy Dream City's Talent Battle for three years in a row."

"Yeah, what a sad and hopeless feat!"

"That's nothing. If you think about the fact that no student of our college has qualified for the provincial Talent Battle for 10 years in a row, you will be even more desperate."

"By the way, Wu Xiaofang of class one, Si Xinlin of class five, Mu Xinyue of class six and Wu Xi of class nine all claim to be the genius of our Third College in 20 years. Maybe they have a chance?"

The students had a lively discussion.

The boys and girls of 12 years old gathered together in groups, talking and laughing, which filled the whole classroom with a friendly, lively, and cheerful atmosphere.

Only the space within three meters around Lin Beichen was empty. It was like a no-man's land.

No one wanted to go near him.

To be precise, they were afraid to go near him.

Nothing could be done about it.

His reputation was long gone.

Before his soul came here, the body belonged to the legitimate son of the Heaven-fighting Marquis Lin Jinnan, one of the 10 Greatest Generals of the North Sea Empire.

Lin Jinnan was widowed in middle age, and he had a daughter and a son.

His eldest daughter was named Lin Tingchan.

This girl was a genius with peerless talent. She was a living legend in Cloudy Dream City.

At the age of three, she became a first-grade warrior.

At the age of six, she became a third-grade warrior.

At the age of 10, she reached the full grade and became a warrior expert.

This year, at the age of 16, she was already the youngest freshman at the Royal War College in the North Sea Empire.

From the first day Lin Tingchan began to go to school, every time she participated in the municipal, provincial, and national Talent Battle, she was the champion. She shone like a rising sun and was called 'the unsurpassed genius of the whole empire waiting for her to grow up.'

Lin Jinnan's youngest son, Lin Beichen, was 14 years old.

He was a far cry from her sister.

He was playful, lazy, lustful, arrogant, domineering...

Any term used to describe a second-generation fop was appropriate to describe Lin Beichen.

To make matters worse, Lin Beichen had had a brain problem since he was a child.

To put it bluntly, he was an idiot, an insane.

When he was ill, he often did strange things.

If other noble families of the empire had given birth to such a lazy loser, they would have beaten him to death and given birth to another child, like starting over with a different account in the game.

However, the Heaven-fighting Marquis Lin Jinnan, who had been a decisive and brave man, doted on his disappointing son. He could not bear to beat or scold him, and always looked after him with great care, never going against his wishes.

Lin Jinnan tried his best to satisfy his prodigal son's all reasonable and unreasonable demands.

So, even if Lin Beichen was expelled from the First and Second Provincial Junior College in Cloudy Dream City, the old Marquis didn't have the heart to scold him. Instead, he bore the embarrassment and sent his son to the Third Provincial Junior College.

A year ago, war broke out on the border between the North Sea Empire and the Aurora Empire.

The Heaven-fighting Marquis Lin Jinnan led his army to the border.

Lin Tingchan graduated from the Royal National Intermediate War College in Cloudy Dream City and went to the Royal Advanced War College.

So, without any control, Lin Beichen let himself free like a runaway wild dog.

Less than a year, he squandered all property of the vast Mansion of Heaven-fighting Marquis, only leaving an empty house.

Not to mention the Third Junior College, even the whole Cloudy Dream City was stirred by him.

To put it exaggeratedly, anywhere in Cloudy Dream City, if you shouted, "Lin Beichen is coming," you could make a busy street clean in an instant.

So people gave him the nickname "Street-cleaning Tiger".

That was who Lin Beichen was after he came to this world through time travel.

All the students in the class, male or female, had been tricked and bullied by Lin Beichen.

Who dared approach such a scourge?

All the students avoided him like the plague.

But Lin Beichen was really happy with the situation.

It was to his advantage to have no friends.

The less contact he had with people of this world, the less likely he was to reveal his identity.

In the three days since his soul came here, Lin Beichen had mastered some basic information about the world.

For example, in the world, there were not only many powerful people who mastered great theurgies, but also omnipotent gods. Once the possession of this body by his soul was revealed, there was only one end for him—he would be condemned as an "evil god," dragged to the Temple of Lord of Swords in the middle of the city, and purified by burning.

In layman's terms, he would be burned to death.

Hence, he'd better be careful.

15 minutes later, the bell rang.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The break was over.

The class started again.

Ding Sanshi, the old teacher, entered the classroom and walked up to the stage.

"Let's continue with the lesson."

"Boys and girls, as I said in the last class, I'm going to teach you the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes. Once again, although it's still in the category of basic swordsmanship, it is the secret skill I created. It's the peak of basic swordsmanship. It's powerful, and you can master and accomplish it quickly. Once you fully master it, you will be invincible within the third-grade warriors. It will help you get good grades in the Midyear Competition and improve your chances of passing."

All the students were listening carefully, except Lin Beichen in the middle of the first row.

He was still frantically working on his mobile phone.

Unfortunately, after another class, instead of researching the new features and finding a clue to go back, he found that the battery level of the phone dropped from 21% to 19%, with a yellow battery warning.

The battery was running low.

Lin Beichen had a feeling of desperation.

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