Chapter 69: What is there to fear?

  Han Feng's face was unwilling, and he slowly pulled out the Bi Shui Chang Tian sword.

  Zhao Ling saw that it was Han Feng and her opponent, also gritting her teeth, with a gloomy face.

  With a swaggering eight-character step, Han Feng walked forward and said: "Hey, what's your name again? Never mind, just admit defeat quickly. I'm a man of principle, I don't hit women."

  With a swish, Zhao Ling directly slid out a long sword from his sleeve.

  Looking at Han Feng, Zhao Ling said: "You are shameless, despicable and only know how to throw dirty things. You still have principles? Who would believe you? Admit defeat immediately. I can spare your life."

  Han Feng dug into his ear, flicking away the earwax from his fingertips, saying: "So that's it? Can't be discussed anymore? It's really hard to do. I'm really not hitting women. What a hassle."

  Zhao Ling's entire body surged with energy as he looked at her delicate appearance, only to discover that she too possessed a cultivation of seven layers of inner energy.

  Her skirt flew up, and her long, straight legs made Han Feng's eyes widen.

  Honestly speaking, Zhao Lingchang is not bad.

  Her face is delicate and her skin is as white as snow. The goose-yellow warrior's robe sets off her slender figure, with curves in all the right places, she is indeed a beauty.

  Her mouth is just too poisonous.

  "Looking at Han Feng, she said loudly: 'You trash from the One Yuan Institute, come and fight me. I don't have time to waste on you. Just smelling the air of your One Yuan Institute makes me feel suffocated.'"

  Han Feng's face turned cold, saying: "You can scold me. But you cannot insult the Yi Yuan Institute. Alright, it seems I will break my vow today. Woman, I'll also not hold back."

  Slowly advancing, emerald waters and long skies, sword light flashing and swirling.

  "Ha ha, Brother Han Feng is angry, it's quite a sight."

  The master patted his belly, letting the fat on his body shake like waves, and said: "Yes, Junior Brother Han Feng is still quite scary when he gets up. If he uses the Heaven-Defying Sword Technique, I'll have to let him win three points."

  The eldest martial brother looked at his master with a clear gaze as he spoke.

  A clear teacher respectfully turned a blind eye and said: "If he dares to use the Heaven-Defying Sword Technique in the First Yuan Institute, he can graduate early and roll out of the Martial Arts Academy."

  The voice of Master Qing was calm, but it still clearly entered Han Feng's ears.

  Han Feng's face twitched slightly, still not allowing it, sighing, when can I finally be completely satisfied.

  It's hard to cultivate and yet not allowed to use, it really makes people feel suffocated.

  Lang Jian and others heard a few words of the Du Tian Sword Manual, all slightly furrowed their brows.

  What martial art is this? They've never even heard of it. But judging from the name, it seems pretty intense and isn't allowed to be used.

  Lang Jian snorted with laughter, guessing that it was an unfinished sword technique. Otherwise, why wouldn't he let him use it?

  Lang Jian didn't think that anyone in the First Institute could cultivate a powerful sword technique. For many years, the First Institute had never heard of any powerful techniques. Every time there was an inter-academy ranking battle, the First Institute would just go through the motions and concede as soon as they saw their opponents use a big move.

  Han Feng raised his sword, and a powerful aura burst out from his body.

  Zhao Ling let out a cold snort and charged over without saying another word.

  Her movements were extremely strange, and in the instant she charged forward, a trail of afterimages was pulled out, which was a manifestation of her speed reaching a certain level.

  Lu Fan slightly narrowed his eyes, and he could clearly see Zhao Ling's movements.

  A zigzag-shaped body shape, running like lightning, looks very interesting.

  Han Feng's eyes widened and he lost his target in an instant. The next moment, before he could react, Zhao Ling's sword came with a fierce killing intent, suddenly attacking him.

  The sword energy was three feet away from Han Feng, and it made him feel a stinging pain on his skin.

  Azure waters, long heavens, sword spinning once, Han Feng blocked Zhao Ling's sword. With a forceful flick, Zhao Ling's sword deviated from its direction and stabbed towards one side along Han Feng's left arm.

  With a ripping sound, a large gash was torn in the left side of Han Feng's clothes by the sword energy.

  "Han Feng immediately scolded 'Damn it, this is my favorite suit, my last formal wear. You actually pierced it.'"

  Zhao Ling completely ignored Han Feng's shouts, his feet left the ground, he turned around and spun, his sword shining brightly in the sky.

  "One Sword, Ten Thousand Stars!"

  Han Feng dodged and weaved, the seals on his body trembling nonstop. The light on the Bishui Changtian Sword grew denser and more intense.

  Han Feng looked a bit disheveled, suddenly his hand holding the Bishui Changtian Sword seemed to be struck by the sword light, and he shook violently, almost unable to hold onto the Bishui Changtian Sword.

  Such an opportunity, how could Zhao Ling let it go, his sword was like a starry river, shining brightly in all directions, and with one sword, he directly knocked Han Feng's Bi Shui Chang Tian sword flying.

  "Good swordsmanship! Zhao Ling's sister's swordsmanship is still so elegant."

  Zhang Yuehan was the first to applaud, and Lang Jian also had a smile on his face. This is the elite of their Floating Cloud Institute, vigorous and elegant, with swift movements and magnificent martial arts skills.

  Lu Fan's brow furrowed at this moment, and he said in a low voice, "What is Master Han Feng doing?"

  Just now, Lu Fan clearly saw that Han Feng Shixiong himself let go.

  "Here we go again, Brother Han Feng is going to swindle someone once more."

  Lu Fan didn't understand what Shixiong meant, so he looked at Shixiong, Chu Xing Shixiong and Chu Tian Shixiong all started shaking their heads. It seemed that they were already used to Han Feng Shixiong being provoked by someone with a flying sword.

  In the arena, Han Feng's senior brother, who had lost his sword, kept retreating, trying to pull open a distance.

  Zhao Ling's offensive was astonishing, his true body could no longer be seen. All that could be seen were countless residual images of Zhao Ling drawing his sword, each ray of light from the sword appearing extremely magnificent, yet none of them could touch Han Fen's sleeve.

  Han Feng kept retreating, Zhao Ling desperately pursued and killed.

  "Your swordplay is fancy but lacks substance, wasting your energy."

  "Looks good at first glance. But in reality, it's really bad. Han Feng has already completed his sword technique, she lost."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Fan saw that Han Feng's left hand had formed a sword-like gesture, and the next moment, a bright light burst forth.

  Clang!

  A long sword was stuck in the ground, its body slightly trembling.

  Everyone's eyes were fixed on it, and they saw that the flying Azure Heaven Sword had flown back and was inserted into the ground.

  The afterimage disappeared, and Zhao Ling felt a wetness on the back of his neck. He reached out to touch it, and it was a crimson patch.

  There was a line of blood on her neck, just enough to break the skin without hurting the flesh.

  Zhao Ling stared at Han Feng in shock, and then his entire face turned ferocious.

  Han Feng stood in front of the Bi Shui Chang Tian sword, coldly staring at Zhao Ling: "The outcome is already decided, you can roll away. I just needed to let the sword move one inch to the left and you would have died on the spot. Alas, who made me pity and cherish jade?"

  Liang Jian was stunned. Zhao Ling was actually a very good student in their Piaoyou Institute. He had originally wanted to recommend Zhao Ling for the next Academy Ranking War quota.

  But now...

  Zhao Ling's furious roar erupted.

  "You despicable little man. I didn't lose, this is a sneak attack. A student from the One Yuan Institute can't possibly defeat me, I'm going to kill you!"

  Zhao Ling's madness caused both Qing Shi and Dao Guang to furrow their brows.

  Lao Jian's master hastily spoke out: "Zhao Ling, you mustn't!"

  Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Ling charged forward with his sword drawn, heading straight for Han Feng.

  Han Feng did not expect that at this time, Zhao Ling would still dare to attack him with her own hands.

  Lu Fan suddenly stood up, but at this moment, a figure directly blocked Han Feng's way.

  A huge body, full of fat like a city wall, if it's not Master Wu Wei, who else could it be.

  Zhao Ling, along with the sword light, crashed into the belly of his senior brother. The next moment, Zhao Ling bounced back, first smashing onto the ground, and then rolling like a tumbleweed, continuously rolling out for over ten zhang.

  Lang Jian hastily stepped forward to catch Zhao Ling, but the power contained in her body made Lang Jian's entire body shake, and he suffered a slight internal injury. He pressed down hard on Zhao Ling's body, which finally stopped her.

  As I looked closely, Zhao Ling's mouth was covered with fresh blood and he had fainted. The sword in his hand was broken into pieces, falling to the ground.

  Zhang Yuehan's mouth was agape and she couldn't say a word, is this really the One Yuan Hospital?

  Is this the ninth-ranked academy in Wudao? Why are all the students here so strong?

  The "senior brother" standing next to Zhang Yuehan also had a gleam in his eyes, and when he turned to look at the eldest senior brother's carefree gaze, he was filled with apprehension.

  The master chuckled and rubbed his belly, saying: "A test is just a test, don't hurt the harmony. Look, having a big temper is not good. She knocked herself out, everyone saw it clearly, I didn't lay a hand on her, she did it to herself. Luckily my skin is thick enough, otherwise if I had been stabbed through, I would have fallen here and you all wouldn't have been able to carry me back to the room."

  Han Feng poked his head out from behind his senior brother, rubbing his senior brother's belly and said: "Senior brother, your belly is all fat, even if you're stabbed, it'll just be the fat that gets hurt. Haha, looks like I need to gain some weight too."

  The master glared at Han Feng and turned back.

  "A win is a win, a loss is a loss. Can't the disciples of Piaoyou Institute afford to lose? It seems I need to have a good talk with your Master Mengyu."

  Lang Jian's face changed again and again, losing two games in a row. Something like this happened, he felt that their Huixu Institute had already lost all face.

  Gritting his teeth, the rule is best three out of five games. Having lost two games already, he can't afford to lose again.

  Liang Jian turned his head and looked at "Shixiong" beside Zhang Yuexuan.

  "Lin Qi, you're up next for the third round. Can't lose again."

  Lin Qi nodded and walked slowly forward, standing in the middle of the arena. Chu Tian saw Lin Qi and smiled, saying: "This guy actually came too. I'll take care of this round."

  As he spoke, Chu Tian took a step forward. But just as he had taken two steps, Lin Qi looked at the crowd of Yuan Academy and said loudly: "I don't want to compare with others, Chu Tian, we fought once a year ago, today I don't want to fight again, just want to have a match with Lu Fan of your Yuan Academy. Lu Fan, do you dare to accept the challenge?"

  Lu Fan looked at Lin Qi and then glanced at Zhang Yuehan, he wasn't surprised at all.

  Look up, Lu Fan first looked at Zhang Yuehan and said: "Zhang Yuehan, is this the new boyfriend you found? Your taste is still as bad as ever."

  Zhang Yuehan coldly smiled and said: "It's all the same, you try it out and you'll know."

  "That makes sense."

  Ling Xiao got up with a faint smile on his face.

  Looking at Lin Qi, Lu Fan said calmly: "If we must fight, what are we afraid of?"