Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 37

Chapter 37 Fighting Mu Xinyue (1)

It was on the next day.

It was a cloudy day.

Black clouds hung low.

It was drizzling in the sky.

However, it didn't reduce a bit of enthusiasm when the students went to watch the Midyear Competition.

In the very beginning, the entire school got excited.

On the day during the Midyear Competition, students of Grade One, Grade Two, and Grade Three were all at the stage of the final real power combat.

The first ring of the Grade Two Practice Court was already besieged.

It was after a moment.

The invigilator arrived.

The grade dean Chu Hen and the special observer Li Qingxuan also appeared on the reviewing stand.

Mu Xinyue was very popular.

Once she showed up, a round of cheers greeted her.

Most of those who cheered were male students.

However, Lin Beichen's popularity was not less than hers.

Once he showed up, Class Nine students surrounded him. Among them, 30 to 40 female students from unknown classes slipped in. Like stars surrounding the moon, they surrounded Lin Beichen in the center, shouting slogans like “win”, “handsome”, and others. He walked toward the first ring.

The invigilator was checking the ring, preparing for the competition.

“Junior Sister Xinyue, how sure are you of winning today's competition?”

The Grade Three student Guan Feidu dressed in white walked over, smiling.

All of a sudden, he stirred up a commotion.

Though he was not the first of Grade Three, in yesterday's competition, he made it into the top four of Grade Three. He was not only handsome and capable but also knowledgeable and gentle. He was the Prince Charming in many female students' hearts.

He was much more famous than Wu Xiaofang.

Moreover, other than Guan Feidu, Ni Yuquan, Zuoqiu Wushang, and other Grade Three genius students also came to greet Mu Xinyue and cheer for her.

The Grade Three genius students somehow formed an imposing manner. They walked toward the place where Lin Beichen was, trying to overwhelm him.

“Well, I suppose you're the younger fellow student Lin Beichen.”

Guan Feidu smiled faintly and looked at Lin Beichen.

“I've seen your game in the past days. No one in the entire Third College can match your Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes because you've perfected it… But, the Triple Sword Strikes aren't invincible. From long ago, there has been a rumored method to tackle the Triple Sword Strikes in Grade Three. And, unfortunately, I've gifted a book on the method to Junior Sister Mu. I suppose Junior Sister Mu has mastered it. Well, Junior Brother Lin, you must be careful.”

Guan Feidu reminded him with a caring face.

Many who supported Lin Beichen paled hearing that.

Method to tackle the Triple Sword Strikes?

Then…

In that case, hadn't Lin Beichen already lost the advantage?

Lin Beichen didn't even take Guan Feidu seriously.

So what if he was a Grade Three senior brother?

He was still a simp.

He was too humble.

“Does he think he can affect my mind like that?”

Childish.

“Lin Beichen, you'll definitely lose today. I'm under the ring, waiting for you to become my slave.”

An extremely resentful voice rang.

Wu Xiaofang of Class One, Grade Two wore bandages on both his head and arms like a mummy. He hobbled with crutches. With the help of others, he separated the crowd and walked near the ring.

His two eyes were like two knives, brushing against Lin Beichen's body as if he wanted to slice pieces of meat from Lin Beichen.

He went to watch the game with his seriously injured body.

Because he couldn't take what happened yesterday lying down. He must see the scene where Lin Beichen was defeated in person.

“The competition begins.”

The invigilator announced aloud.

Two contestants went into the ring respectively.

Mu Xinyue apparently had especially dressed herself up.

Though she still wore no makeup, the young girl's vigor and freshness could outshine all other styles of makeup.

The specially-tailored swordsman robe had revealed every curve of her bud-like, exquisite, and soft body.

When she smiled a bit, it was like a patch of warm sunshine on a cloudy and rainy day.

However, Lin Beichen also wore a black swordsman robe. His figure was tall and straight, and his face was so handsome that no one could compare. The drizzle wetted his black hair and a few strands of them stuck on his cheeks. His eyes were black and his face resembled white jade. No matter in manner or looks, he actually was no worse than Mu Xinyue at all.

The two stood opposite on the ring like a match made in heaven.

Even, in many students' hearts, at that moment, rose a strange thought—

They looked so great together.

They couldn't help but want to ship the two contestants. Why would that happen?

“Today, I'll supervise the battle myself.”

The grade dean Chu Hen glided over 10 meters to land on the ring like a giant hawk.

The man and woman constants were all treasures of Grade Two in the Third College. To avoid accidental injuries in the battle, Chu Hen decided to supervise it himself. If any accident happened, he could stop it on the spot.

Chu Hen said, “Let's begin.”

Mu Xinyue slowly drew out the long sword at her waist and said, “Lin Beichen, please.”

Lin Beichen smiled faintly and waved his hand.

It was a very frivolous gesture.

Around the ring, a commotion broke out.

“He's really a uneducated black sheep.”

Guan Feidu wrinkled his brows.

Ni Yuquan beside him said, “Senior Brother Guan, don't worry. Later, our sister-in-law will teach the rich boy a good lesson. With your tackling brochure, she can't lose.”

The brothers around Guan Feidu all knew he had been paying attention to Mu Xinyue this while. Therefore, in private, they all called her sister-in-law.

Yesterday, Guan Feidu even personally taught Mu Xinyue to practice the tackling method until midnight.

Guan Feidu nodded and smiled. “That's right. Let's focus on the game.”

Those Grade Three students always thought they were outstanding and felt superior.

It was in the ring.

“Lin Beichen, be careful.”

Mu Xinyue's first move was one of basic swordsmanship.

The so-called basic swordsmanship referred to one that didn't require special Mystery Energy running rhythm or theoretical follow-up. Even when one didn't master Mystery Energy, he could still perform it. The key was about the change in the moves.

Lin Beichen's eyes shone with cold lights.

Swoosh!

Sword lights pierced through the air.

He directly struck the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes.

The sword lights were very fast.

A trace of a sneer appeared in Mu Xinyue's eyes. She changed the sword style in her hand. It looked slow but was actually fast. She gradually struck and the blade glistened with cold lights. It pierced toward a very strange position in the air.

Clang, clang, clang!

There were three light sounds of metal clashing.

Sparks exploded.

The two figures once touched and then separated quickly.

Around the ring, there was a round of cheers.

“She blocked them.”

“Senior Sister Mu really has blocked Lin Beichen's peerless Triple Sword Strikes.”

“Finally, someone stopped Senior Brother Lin for one time.”

“They deserve to be called finals. The game will only be entertaining when the opponents match each other.”

“But, does Senior Brother Lin also happen to use other kinds of swordsmanship?”

There was a noisy discussion.

The two geniuses had just begun their fight, immediately, suspension and anticipation came.

Mu Xinyue smiled faintly and said, “If I'm not mistaken, up to now, you've only mastered one set of swordsmanship, the Triple Sword Strikes. Hehe.”

Lin Beichen said, “It's a shame that you guessed it wrong.”

Chapter end