57 Supre Yang Swordplay and Condensed Strings
As ti passed, more and more examinees left the fog formation and returned to the square.
It had only been half an hour since the start of the exam, but the number of examinees in the square was already close to 300.
From the mont these people left the fog formation, their scores stopped changing, and they could only watch as the scores of the candidates on the rankings kept increasing.
Once soone was kicked out of the top 200, that person’s face would turn pale, and they would lower their head dejectedly.
About four to five minutes later, Liu Shaoming returned to the square.
He imdiately looked at the water screen and started searching from the 200th place. Soon, he found his na in 175th place.
Seeing this, Liu Shaoming heaved a sigh of relief, and an uncontrollable joy appeared on his face.
The scores of the people below the 190th place on the list had stopped changing.
In other words, he had already confird his place in the top 200!
Liu Shaoming’s long-cherished dream was realized in a day. At this mont, he only felt a surge of emotions and wished he could let out a long cry on the spot.
“I wonder how the others are doing?”
After calming down, Liu Shaoming looked around and quickly found Wang Weichao in the crowd. He hurried toward the latter.
“Weichao, how are your results?”
Wang Weichao turned around and saw Liu Shaoming. A bitter smile appeared on his face.
“I’m ranked below 250. I’m definitely going to be eliminated.”
Seeing Wang Weichao’s dejected expression, Liu Shaoming restrained his joy and patted Wang Weichao’s shoulder to comfort him.
Suddenly, he thought of sothing and asked,
“By the way, where are the others? Where’s Lin Shen?”
Before the exam, Liu Shaoming had even secretly encouraged himself to surpass Lin Shen.
Now that he had confird he would be accepted by the Nine Yang Academy, he felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders. Naturally, he was concerned about Lin Shen’s condition.
Liu Shaoming has exceeded his own expectations. He was about 170th on the list and was one of the best among the ordinary Willow Academy students who had been accepted by the Nine Yang Academy in the past.
Even if Lin Shen was stronger than him, he didn’t think Lin Shen would be able to get better results than him.
To Liu Shaoming’s surprise, Wang Weichao had a strange expression when he heard the question.
“What’s wrong?” Liu Shaoming looked puzzled.
“Take a look for yourself.” Wang Weichao pointed at the rankings.
Liu Shaoming felt strange. Did Lin Shen get good results as well?
Even so, Wang Weichao didn’t need to have that look… Holy crap!
Liu Shaoming was dumbfounded as he looked at the first place on the rankings. His eyes almost popped out.
Lin Shen’s na was right there above Zhao Xueying, Chong Yanhe, Xue Feng, and the other prodigies.
Liu Shaoming couldn’t help but rub his eyes. He almost thought he was seeing things.
“What’s going on?”
After confirming that he wasn’t hallucinating, Liu Shaoming looked at Wang Weichao in confusion.
Wang Weichao looked in Yan Xing’s direction and explained in a low voice.
A mont later,
Liu Shaoming heard what had happened and looked like he was in a trance. He felt he was in a dream.
Lin Shen had defeated Yan Xing, scared off Xue Feng, and even got the formation flag.
Why did all of this sound like a story?
“Doesn’t it feel like a fantasy?”
Wang Weichao patted Liu Shaoming’s shoulder with an understanding expression.
Just a few minutes ago, he, who had just learned what had happened from the others, had the sa expression.
Who would have thought Lin Shen would be so strong?
Yan Xing was a famous genius among the candidates this year. He was one of the top disciples of influential families.
However, such a person was defeated by Lin Shen in one move. Even though Yan Xing had underestimated his opponent, Lin Shen’s strength was unquestionable.
After a long silence, Liu Shaoming couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
He suddenly felt his previous goal of surpassing Lin Shen was a little ridiculous.
Lin Shen was far beyond his reach!
He was still in a daze when there was a sudden commotion around him. Liu Shaoming woke up and looked up. He realized everyone around him was staring at the sky with their eyes wide open. Hence, he also looked up and was imdiately shocked.
On the water screen was the magnified image of Chong Yanhe and Zhao Xueying fighting fiercely. Not far from them, there was a formation flag standing on an altar.
“It’s Zhao Xueying and Chong Yanhe!”
“The two of them ran into each other!”
“Damn, both of them are so powerful!”
Everyone stared fixedly at the water screen, afraid of missing any scene.
Strictly speaking, this was the first ti the seeded candidates had really fought.
Xue Feng and Yan Xing didn’t co into contact just now. Although Yan Xing fought with Lin Shen, he lost too quickly and didn’t feel real at all.
...
It was only at this mont that the competition between Chong Yanhe and Zhao Xueying allowed everyone to truly witness the strength of the top geniuses of influential families.
Both parties in the battle had clearly cultivated so kind of movent technique. Their speed was as fast as lightning. At the most intense mont of the battle, most of the spectators could only see two afterimages colliding. The muffled sounds of palms hitting palms were endless.
“Good!” Cai Zhonggu nodded with a smile. “Both of them have reached Proficient in Moving Star Steps. They’re not far from reaching Mastery!”
Ke Ya also revealed an approving smile.
The two of them didn’t comnt on the outco of this battle because they knew neither Chong Yanhe nor Zhao Xueying had revealed their true trump cards.
As if sensing the thoughts of the two tutors, the image suddenly lit up with a scarlet sword light. It tore through the heat waves that had been enveloping both sides of the battle and pierced through the void toward Zhao Xueying like a bolt of lightning.
Zhao Xueying retreated rapidly, and at the critical mont, she barely dodged the sharp sword light.
“It’s a sword! Chong Yanhe used his weapon!”
“That seems to be the Supre Yang Swordplay.”
“That’s right! It’s the Supre Yang Swordplay! I’ve seen the elders in my clan use it before!”
“Chong Yanhe has cultivated a weapon-type martial technique!”
...
Many people were shocked.
Even Ke Ya and Cai Zhonggu looked surprised.
“Supre Yang Swordplay… Looks like Chong Yanhe is determined to get the position of the chief disciple!” Cai Zhonggu sighed.
The effect of weapon-type martial techniques in tempering the body was clearly much inferior to bare-handed martial techniques.
Unless they wanted to increase their combat ability, students usually wouldn’t cultivate weapon-type martial techniques.
Chong Yanhe didn’t need to fight often, so there was obviously only one reason why he cultivated weapon-type martial techniques—the exam!
Chong Yanhe had clearly made ample preparations for this examination!
On the screen, Zhao Xueying was clearly shocked as well. A hint of surprise flashed across her beautiful face.
However, she didn’t panic because of this. From the beginning to the end, she remained calm.
Facing Chong Yanhe, who was attacking again with his sword, Zhao Xueying narrowed her eyes, and she suddenly pointed her finger in front of her.
A red string appeared in an instant and extended from the void. Wherever it passed, the void emitted a sizzling sound like burning wood. In the next second, the sword light shattered. Chong Yanhe’s expression changed drastically, and he rolled to the side without caring about his image, barely dodging the red string that swept past him.
When he got up again, the long sword in his hand cracked and fell to the ground. The cut lted and turned red as if the sword had been corroded by high-temperature flas for a long ti.
“Condensed Strings!”
In front of the water screen, Ke Ya and Cai Zhonggu were both shocked.
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