Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 91: A Casual Strike Across the Arena—Blade Pointed B

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Step by step, the crowd watched as He Chuan walked down, spontaneously making way for him.

Two breaths later, a figure suddenly jumped onto the arena, using the fastest speed to cradle the broken Red Cherry Blossom Long Spear in their arms, righteously speaking up.

"Oh dear, this is made from C-level alloy. To just discard it like that is such a waste. Let tidy it up and send it over to that junior later."

Though the words were filled with righteousness, the face displayed a greedy look, and anyone could see the ulterior motives.

"Junior Lin, I won’t interrupt your fight any longer. Goodbye, goodbye."

With that said, he ran off the stage again, disappearing into the crowd in a few strides.

This interruption broke the silence at the scene.

Many new and old students began whispering to each other or loudly discussing in amazent.

"My goodness! Did you just see that? Just one move! He Chuan was defeated! It seems Lin Ping’an might not be that simple."

"Ridiculous! Lin Ping’an is a pushover. Even if he beat the weakest, it’s nothing special. If it were , I’d definitely win."

"Wasn’t that guy who ran onto the stage Song Changkong from the cafeteria? So shaless! Brazenly pocketing things."

"Embezzling? Didn’t he just help pick it up and return it?"

"Ha? Are you that stupid? You believe that? His expression is like Sima Zhao’s heart, known to everyone."

"Exactly! Haven’t you seen Song Changkong’s actions before? He’s definitely such an insidious person."

"Interesting! Lin Ping’an has so skills after all! It’s good, or beating him wouldn’t an much. Now, it’s just right!"

"Hmph! A bunch of idiots! Do you really think anyone can easily defeat Lin Ping’an? Don’t forget! His exam score is 214 cards, and his Qi Blood Value far exceeds all the new students here."

"I don’t believe it! It’s a coincidence! Definitely a coincidence! Or He Chuan is just acting with him, they can’t fool !"

"..."

Amidst the chaos, so freshn were skeptical, so were shocked, and so were eager to fight.

In short, beneath the arena, the diverse array of human emotions was vividly displayed.

Nearby, on the high platform, nurous ntors, deans, and the principal Qin Ruguo, all looked calm and undisturbed.

They had already anticipated the outco at this mont, foreseen it long ago.

After all, a Third Grade Peak fighting an Unranked newcor, not killing on the spot with one strike, was already an act of rcy.

Not far away, the referee was equally composed.

"First round, Lin Ping’an wins! Next round, Guo Huaijie VS Lin Ping’an."

Since the higher-ups already knew soone’s strength, they didn’t bother with needless inquiries about whether to rest, and straightforwardly allowed the next challenger to appear.

A few minutes later.

In the place where He Chuan just stood, another freshman, appearing arrogant, wielding a long knife appeared.

"Hahaha... It’s my turn to take the stage! Lin Ping’an, don’t think beating that guy ans you’re invincible; he’s different from . Rember my na..."

Before he could finish, Lin Ping’an casually swung the long knife in his hand.

In an instant, a purple-red attack mixed with blood and evil aura roared swiftly towards him.

At this mont, it was reflected in the arrogant freshman’s eyes.

In that instant, the freshman felt his scalp tingle, fear flooding his eyes, and his intuition scread a single thought.

Dodge.

Must dodge.

Otherwise, he would surely die.

Yet wanting to dodge, his legs felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to move at all.

A breath later, the attack was already at his front.

At this mont, the arrogant freshman’s face was full of despair, eyes filled with fear.

This ti, he really was going to die!

In a flash, his mind presented a carousel-like view of his life, countless thoughts arose and were extinguished again, leaving only the dazzling, sinister blade glow.

However, in the next instant, the attack missed by a hair’s breadth, cutting through clothes, slipping past the skin of his arm.

"Boom～"

With a loud bang, a long knife mark appeared on the arena, spanning most of it.

At this mont, the chatter at the scene ca to an abrupt halt.

Everyone, whether new students or seniors, had their minds blank, eyes full of shock, mouths agape, seemingly speechless.

One breath... two breaths... three breaths...

It was then that the arrogant freshman on the arena seed to regain his senses.

"What the hell!"

As he exclaid, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, trying to ease the lingering fear of death.

At the sa ti.

A wave of uproar surged beneath the arena.

"This... this... what is going on? Such terrifying attack! It was actually unleashed by Lin Ping’an? No! This is not martial arts!"

"Slap! Does it hurt? Am I dreaming?"

"Why the heck are you hitting ? Looking for a fight? Slap slap slap! Does it hurt now? If it hurts, you’re not dreaming!"

"How could Lin Ping’an have such terrifying strength? Isn’t he a useless champion? Damn it! It’s all fake! He’s just an old Liu."

"I was saying! Lin Ping’an absolutely has strong skills! Now you see!"

"Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying! Is this an attack a new student can unleash? What a joke! I’m Second Grade Peak, and I feel like I couldn’t withstand that strike."

"Monster! Lin Ping’an is a monster! Such powerful strength being treated like a soft persimmon? Ridiculous!"

"..."

On the arena, Lin Ping’an faced the opposite side, speaking calmly.

"Stop with the nonsense! Are we fighting or not?"

Hearing this, the second challenger twitched at the mouth.

"Fight... fight... fight my ass... I surrender... I surrender!"

Having said this, he scrambled and rolled back down.

Now, he already felt fear of the arena, not daring to linger for even a second, afraid he’d be cut down casually.

Seeing this, Lin Ping’an directed his gaze downwards again, the knife blade pointing, speaking indifferently.

"It’s too troubleso to fight one by one! Who else wants to challenge? All of you co up! I’ll settle it in one go."

Below the arena, most of the freshn remained silent, bowing their heads in the face of his gaze.

Who dared to go up!

That was akin to asking for a dead end!

But nothing’s absolute, so clever ones found reasons to convince themselves, and seized the mont to jump on stage.

"Ha! Lin Ping’an! Others might fear you! But I don’t! Martial artists either stand and live, or kneel and die!"

"That’s right! Acting tough? Empty inside! That attack just exhausted most of your Qi Blood! Since you insist on digging your grave, I’ll grant your wish!"

"That’s right, right! Just relying on a good weapon! Let’s fight barehanded if you dare!"

"One against many without limits! You’re flying too high!"

"Go! Let’s gang up on him!"

"..."

Cheering, a dozen freshn jumped onto the arena.

At the sa ti.

Below the arena, so freshn felt stirred by the words.

"Big brother, second brother, should we also go up? The ti has co to wash away our sha!"

"Hmph! Go fight your own battles! How could you have such a thought? We, the Three Heroes of Coastal, act rightly and justly, never taking advantage in tis like this."

"Exactly! Third brother, if you want to prove yourself, let’s wait for him to be in normal condition, challenge him openly three-on-one. As for those guys, they’re just shaming the na of martial artists."

"..."