Volume 4: Nan Yue Creates Turbulence 0127 Dong Xing Academy

  "Have you heard? A monster student has emerged from Beidi Academy, only 14 years old, and defeated all ten of the top geniuses from Canaan Academy with just one move each."

  "You're talking about that dump they call Northridge College?"

  "Nanyue City still has several Beidi Colleges..."

  "That broken-down school? It's not even a third the size of mine, what kind of talent can it possibly produce, just rumors and hearsay."

  "I also thought it was a rumor at first, but the whole South Yue City has been spreading it. I heard that yesterday someone from Xifeng Academy went to Beidi Academy to look for that little monster and today it's spread to Xifeng Academy, giving up this year's Magic Martial Arts Conference student group qualification."

  "It's probably just a coincidence."

  "Right, President Xudong of Dongxing Academy brought a few students to visit that old man Wu Shidao at Beidi Academy today."

  "Mostly to investigate the truth."

  Fang Yun has been annoyed for the past two days, while Wu Shidao has been ecstatic. Dong Xing College's Xu Dong came to meet with a smiling Wu Shidao, exchanging pleasantries back and forth.

  The entire Southern Capital City knows that a super genius has emerged from the Northern Territory Academy, who can fight against ten people alone and is one of the top ten geniuses in the battle against Canaan Academy.

  Wu Shidao smiled all over his face: "Donglai younger brother, you also know that our Fang Yun has already received six consecutive duels in the past two days. He is physically exhausted and not suitable for another..."

  "Huh?... Brother Wu, since your genius student has already accepted six duels, how can you not accept my invitation? Are you looking down on me, looking down on our Dongxing Academy?"

  "Wu Shidao looked at Fang Yun with difficulty... actually he was very willing to accept, but Fang Yun's face was obviously not good."

  Several disciples who came after Xudong stepped forward: "Fang Yun, we admire your great reputation and hope you can spar with us to show off your skills."

  "I dislike duels without reason, even more so duels without stakes. If you can put up something to wager, I don't mind crossing swords with you."

  The students were stunned, although they thought Fang Yun was intentionally shirking responsibility, but he said so, which instead made them speechless.

  "Alright, how about this: if you can beat our Dongxing Academy's people, I'll let you come and go freely in our academy's library. Although our Dongxing Academy may not be as good as Gan'an Academy, there are still many rare and precious Dou Qi books stored within the library. I wonder what you've got to put up against me?"

  Wu Shidao's eyes lit up involuntarily, and he hastily looked at Fang Yun, revealing a pleading expression: "Fang Yun, this..."

  "Are six pieces of Xuanbing enough?" Fang Yun held the golden sword in his hand, which had been borrowed from Bi Ao since yesterday and had not been returned.

  "What, a Sixth-Rank Mystic Soldier?" Xudong almost drooled at the mention of it. The price of this Sixth-Rank Mystic Soldier alone was no less than three million taels, and yet he dared to use it as a stake in their wager - was he too confident or just too arrogant?

  Fang Yun smiled and said with a hint of brightness in his eyes: "Your bet is a bit small, isn't it?"

  Xu Dong came with a bitter smile: "Fang Yun, little friend, has made it difficult for me. Our East Star Academy really can't take out anything that is worth the same as this sixth-grade Xuanbing sword."

  "It's not like there isn't." Fang Yun's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness.

  "What do you want?" Xudong suddenly became alert.

  "Martial Arts Assembly, qualification for the mentor group." Fang Yun smiled with a smirk.

  "This... how can this be..."

  "Yes, yes...... Little friend, this condition has passed, it's passed!" Wu Shidao hastily said.

  He didn't want his own calculations to be overturned. If Fang Yun went to Dong Xing Academy, then his Bei Di Academy team would obviously lose.

  He pinned all his hopes on Fang Yun, and no matter what, he couldn't let Fang Yun go to Dong Xing Academy.

  "What's wrong with that? I was a student at Beidi Academy and an instructor at Dongxing Academy. Do you think I'm not qualified?"

  "It's not that you're not qualified, it's just that our team's contestant has already been decided, and it wouldn't be good to make a last-minute substitution." Xudong looked at Fangyun with difficulty.

  "Then I'll change my request, give me one, a mentor qualification from your Dongxing Academy."

  "This... " Xudong naturally knew about Fang Yun's little scheme, which was to obtain the qualification of a mentor and then go challenge the participating mentors to take away their qualifications.

  If it's like this, then it's not unacceptable, and Xudong's mind is also constantly calculating.

  If Fang Yun can really defeat the college instructor and grab the qualification for the competition, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

  The next day - Fang Yun followed Xudong to Dongxing Academy, with several students by his side, calling out "Master Fang" nonstop.

  "It's strange, isn't that the young master of Donghai Dalu, how come today he's following that little ghost around like a servant attending to his father."

  "Shh, keep your voice down, that little... He's not someone you can afford to mess with..."

  "What kind of person is he? Why are several geniuses from Dongxing Academy all gathered around him? Isn't Chen Jianan always arrogant and looking down on others, so why is he fawning over this guy today?"

  "Haven't you heard? The most famous battle of Canaan in Nanyue City recently!"

  "What's going on with the Canaan War? I just got back from the wilderness and haven't heard anything..."

  "Five days ago, a student from Beidi Academy went to Canaan Academy to challenge and defeated eight of the top ten geniuses in Canaan Academy. The second-ranked didn't show up and the first-ranked didn't dare to fight. Yesterday, several geniuses from our academy, led by the principal, went to Beidi Academy for a spar, and I'm sure you can guess the result."

  "What does this have to do with that little kid?"

  "Because the one who defeated the top ten geniuses of Canaan Academy was that kid, and now he is our instructor at Dongxing Academy, because yesterday he agreed to the condition of a genius duel with us at Dongxing Academy."

  "How is it possible? He looks like he's only thirteen or fourteen years old, where can he be strong?"

  "At first, I also thought he might be all talk and no action, many people in our college thought so too. This morning, a few seniors were not convinced, but the result was that he split open the trial sword stone at the entrance of our college with one sword, and no one dared to have any doubts anymore. It's said that a few days ago, he cut off the arm of the third-ranked genius student in the Canaan College with just one sword."

  "How is it possible... that trial sword stone was meteoric iron from the heavens, several times harder than ordinary rock, and three zhang high. Even if it were Mo Wending, a great sword master, one sword could only split it three chi deep. How could that kid possibly split it in two?"

  "So that's what makes everyone fearful, and he even said in a dialect, if anyone is not convinced, he doesn't mind using this sword move to let the challenger try it out."

  "What an arrogant little... person!"

  "And this afternoon, he will be competing with Mo Wen's mentor to determine the qualification for the Magic Warrior Conference Mentor Group."

  "Don't ask, Instructor is a sixth-rank sixth-class great swordmaster, he is the most popular instructor in this session, except for Fangyue Instructor of Jia Nan College."

  This was Mo Wen's first time being so nervous, the surroundings of the dueling arena were packed with watching students.

  And his opponent was just a fourteen-year-old boy, which he had never experienced before.

  If he were just an ordinary opponent, he might not be so nervous, even when facing Fang Rui's overwhelming strength, he didn't show such nervousness.

  But when he saw the sword on the trial stone, he began to doubt himself. Even if he used all his strength in one sword, he was probably unable to cut into the trial stone by half.

  Fang Yun was able to effortlessly split the extremely hard trial sword stone with one slash of his sword, this kind of strength shocked him deeply and also filled him with fear.

  The young man in front of him, Fang Yun, looked like a naive and innocent youth. His bright eyes did not show any signs of complex thoughts, making it hard to imagine that this young man would be the protagonist who stirred up a huge commotion in just a few days.

  If Mo Xun had ever doubted before, he no longer had a shred of doubt after seeing the Trial Swordstone.

  However, he also saw a hint of doubt on the Trial Sword Stone, that is, the sword marks on the Trial Sword Stone. Although they were extremely sharp, they were not solely the credit of Fang Yun. More than half of them should be attributed to the six-product Xuanbing in his hand.

  Otherwise, even if Fang Yun's cultivation is ten times higher, it would be impossible to achieve such a terrifying level.

  Fang Yun smiled and gazed intently at Mo Wu in front of him. As for Mo Wu's demeanor, it could be said that among all the opponents Fang Yun had encountered so far, he was the most elegant one. His energy was concentrated, his mind was calm, his eyes were sharp as a blade, and his expression was tranquil and composed.

  The unique sword energy emanating from his body is also stern and just, this is his heart of holding a sword.

  Everyone's sword heart will change differently due to their own mood and purpose, some are for protection, some are for fame, and some are for profit.

  Or some plain swordsmen, like Fang Yun, or Fang Lan in the past, did not have a specific purpose, so the breath presented is different.

  "Fang Yun instructor..." Mo Wen suddenly realized that this title seemed a bit awkward, calling a youth who was only half his age 'instructor', it really didn't feel quite natural.

  "Needless to ask the instructor, can we begin?" Fang Yun drew out his golden sword, and a sharp golden light immediately flashed out, with an aura that was both captivating and intimidating.

  Don't ask about the subtle change in his expression, but he immediately returned to normal and said softly: "Fang Yun Master, I think we'd better not meet with swords drawn, otherwise a slight mistake would hurt each other's harmony."

  Fang Yun's mouth corners slightly curled up: "That's also true, I don't like real sword and real sword duels either."

  Fang Yun responded succinctly and casually threw the golden sword, which plunged into the stone pillar at the edge of the dueling arena with a "hua" sound.

  Don't ask, he was stunned for a moment, somewhat surprised by Fang Yun's straightforwardness. He had previously inferred that Fang Yun's swordsmanship was absolutely not inferior to his own, and might even be slightly higher. If he added the golden sword in his hand, it would be difficult for him to win even if he tried.

  So he tried to persuade Fang Yun to abandon his sword and engage in a decisive duel, but he also knew that this request was somewhat excessive.

  After all, letting a swordsman abandon his sword in battle is like asking a magician to give up magic.

  But he didn't expect that Fang Yun would agree so readily and straightforwardly, abandoning the Golden Sword without hesitation.

  In this way, Mo didn't ask and instead felt a bit embarrassed. He thought that he was being deceitful by doing so.

  Only if he knew all of this was within Fang Yun's calculations, it's unknown what kind of thoughts he would have.

  If it's about real strength, Fang Yun didn't have the confidence to defeat Mo Wen, after all his strength wasn't something that could be compared to one of the top ten genius students.

  An opponent with strength above sixth rank was simply too overwhelming for Yun, the gap in their cultivation was just too great, and a head-on confrontation would almost certainly end in defeat.

  So Fang Yun used the Golden Sword to angrily slash at the Trial Stone, in order to create a deterrent effect with the Golden Sword, thereby inducing Mo Wen to voluntarily open his mouth and give up on comparing swords.

  Swordsmanship may not be Fang Yun's strong point, but it must be Mo Wen's strong point. Using one's own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses is Fang Yun's small calculation.

  Of course, even Fang Yun couldn't be completely sure that he could get Mo Xian to speak up first. If it came down to it, Fang Yun would have no choice but to use his immortal techniques.

  "Don't ask the master, let's settle this with our fists and feet."

  Don't ask, Weiwei was taken aback for a moment. Looking at Fangyun's demeanor, he felt a few points of resentment in his heart, but still nodded and said: "Fangyun Master, be careful, I'm not just good at swordsmanship!"

  "Don't underestimate me, Master! My martial skills are no worse than my swordsmanship!" Fang Yun chuckled and suddenly burst into a sprint, his figure rapidly closing in on Mo Wen.

  Don't ask, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, secretly shouting: "So fast..."

  In an instant, Fang Yun appeared beside Mo Wen, and the whole scene was in an uproar.

  "Look at that, such a fast speed..."

  "Can't see how he moved at all, too fast!"

  In an instant, Fang Yun had already thrown a straight punch, Mo Wen hurriedly stretched out both hands to protect his chest.

  He felt a strong force, causing his arms to numb and his legs to retreat three steps back, reducing the impact on his body.

  Fang Yun didn't stop at all, and with a swift movement, he flew up from where he was standing. With a single strike of his Dragon Tail Swing, he landed squarely on Mo Wen's shoulder.

  Don't ask if it's not those students from Canaan Academy, reacting extremely quickly, clenching their right fist and meeting Fang Yunfei's incoming kick.

  A crisp sound echoed through the air, and Fang Yun and Mo Wen retreated several meters. A hint of excitement appeared on Fang Yun's face, while Mo Wen looked surprised.

  He didn't expect that Fang Yun's martial skills were also so sharp and ruthless, almost making him suffer a hidden loss.

  "Master Fang Yun, now it's my turn to attack!" Mo Wen shouted lightly. A blue light appeared beside him, and a sword shadow floated in the blue light: "Master Fang Yun, you'd better use your fighting spirit to fight me, otherwise it will be very difficult to withstand my attacks!"

  Mo Wen's fighting heart was like an ancient, rustic long sword. Apart from the half-real, half-illusory sword shadow, there wasn't a single dazzling aspect to it. However, this long sword was not inferior to ordinary sword blades; instead, it was a hundred times sharper and more piercing.

  Originally, Mo Wen was not prepared to summon Dou Xin, but he found that he had underestimated Fang Yun, or overestimated himself.

  His originally somewhat confident martial skills became somewhat laughable in front of Fang Yun.

  Fang Yun also discovered that even if Mo Wen didn't have a sword in hand, with his current cultivation level, it was still very strenuous.

  The method used to deal with Beyoncé at first obviously cannot be used a second time, Fang Yun's eyes flickered as he thought of a countermeasure.

  However, Mo Xun did not give Fang Yun more time to think. He directly attacked and saw Mo Xun's double hands pointing, the Dou Xin long sword emitting a hissing sound as it chopped down towards Fang Yun.

  A flash of insight flickered in Fang Yun's eyes, and his body subtly shifted, but it seemed he had misjudged, as the sword blade landed directly on his shoulder.

  All the onlookers let out a shout of surprise and watched as the sword sliced through Fang Yun's body.

  "No way......" But in the next instant, the scene was silent again, with more than half of the students wiping their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

  Fang Yun, whose body had just been split open in an instant, was standing still on the spot, as if nothing had happened.

  "Is it just my imagination?"

  "It's not an illusion... I also saw it, that little demon was split in half by Mo Wen's sword..."

  Don't ask, looking at Fang Yun with a surprised and uncertain expression. When he defeated Fang Yun, he himself couldn't believe it, that such a simple defeat would even heavily injure Fang Yun.

  But when he saw Fang Yun again, Fang Yun was standing in front of him without a single hair out of place, which made him involuntarily feel a hint of surprise.