Chapter 32: 1’ve been cultivating for about a year
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Lin Yong and Chen Yuan arrived, and Cheng Beibei, Yang Zhong, Cao Lu, and others were already there.
They naturally wouldn’t miss such an exciting scene, Cheng Beibei, Yang Zhong, Cao Lu, and the rest.
Chen Bingyao, who had been defeated by Yang Xiaotian twice, also arrived.
Chen Bingyao looked at Yang Xiaotian, grinding his teeth with resentment, and said to Xie Chu, “Xie Chu, kick him off the stage for me later.”
His family and Xie Chu’s family were old friends.
Xie Chu patted Chen Bingyao on the shoulder and smiled, “Brother, don’t worry.” After speaking, he leaped up to the Martial Arts Stage and looked down at Yang Xiaotian, “Yang Xiaotian, come up!”
Looking at Xie Chu’s contemptuous gaze, Yang Xiaotian leaped up and also landed on the Martial Arts Stage.
Xie Chu looked at Yang Xiaotian across from him, raised his sword, and with the sound of the blade ringing, he smiled, “Yang Xiaotian, draw your sword. I hope you can withstand my ten sword strikes.”
“Ten swords?” Yang Xiaotian looked at the confident Xie Chu and smiled, “I don’t need ten swords, one will be enough.”
One sword will be enough?
Lin Yong and others were puzzled.
“One sword to defeat you,” Yang Xiaotian said.
As soon as Yang Xiaotian spoke, the scene immediately erupted into intense commotion.
“What, defeat Xie Chu in one sword?”
“Yang Xiaotian must not know the strength of Xie Chu; does he think Xie Chu is Chen Bingyao?”
The crowd was inflamed upon hearing this.
“This kid is too ignorant of the heights of heaven and the depths of earth,” Lin Yong was also quite upset.
Chen Yuan’s face was extremely embarrassed.
Hu Xing’s expression darkened as he secretly gestured to Xie Chu with a killing motion.
Seeing Hu Xing’s signal, Xie Chu no longer held back. His sword pointed straight at Yang Xiaotian as he leapt into the air, his fifth-order peak Fighting Spirit circulating, and he struck ferociously at Yang Xiaotian with his sword. With a flick and a thrust of his sword, there was immediately a great gust of sword wind.
Seeing this move from Xie Chu, Cao Lu nodded in admiration, “Worthy of being our first-year’s Sword Dao genius.”
Lin Yong nodded, “This move, Sword Rise Wind State, has two variations, and Xie Chu has mastered both, even containing the variations of the third move,
Sword Emerge from Universe. He has completely integrated Sword Thirteen!”
Chen Yuan also nodded and smiled, “Xie Chu has inherited his grandfather’s
Sword Dao Talent. It is indeed remarkable that he has reached the Great
Accomplishment Realm in less than a year of practicing Sword Thirteen.”
Under everyone’s gaze, Xie Chu’s sword had already reached within a meter of Yang Xiaotian’s front.
Seeing Xie Chu’s sword about to pierce Yang Xiaotian’s chest, Chen Yuan hesitated, considering whether to intervene, as this sword strike could kill or severely injure Yang Xiaotian if it hit.
Just as Chen Yuan hesitated, suddenly, Yang Xiaotian waved his sword. He was still using fourth-order power.
Instantly, the sword wind surged like waves, extremely agile, as if it had eyes, and incredibly, it bypassed Xie Chu’s sword.
Seeing Yang Xiaotian’s sword strike, Lin Yong was taken aback and then shocked. What, what is this?!
Chen Yuan also realized, his face full of shock.
While Lin Yong, Chen Yuan, and others were shocked, Yang Xiaotian’s sword wind slammed into Xie Chu.
Xie Chu, like a kite with its string cut, was thrown off the Martial Arts Stage.
Thump!
The ground echoed with the impact.
Cheng Beibei, Yang Zhong, and others were stunned.
Even Cao Lu and Hu Xing had shocked expressions.
“Sword Emerge from Heart! The sword wind so spirited! This is the Perfection Realm!” the first-year class’s homeroom teacher murmured to himself.
Perfection Realm!
Many students who were still uncertain were now incredulously looking at Yang Xiaotian.
“You’ve actually cultivated Sword Thirteen to the Perfection Realm!” Cao Lu found it difficult to accept the reality before him.
“Perfection Realm, one day is sufficient!” Yang Xiaotian said indifferently.
Cao Lu felt unsteady, suppressing the urge to cough up blood.
Perfection Realm, one day is sufficient?!
Was this kid doing this on purpose? To claim he cultivated Sword Thirteen to the Perfection Realm in one day, just to infuriate him?
Lin Yong tried to calm himself and asked Yang Xiaotian, “Young man, how long have you been practicing the Sword Thirteen technique?”
His expression had softened considerably compared to before.
However, he still did not believe that Yang Xiaotian had reached Perfection in one day.
Knowing that Lin Yong and Chen Yuan did not believe it, Yang Xiaotian casually made up a time, “I have practiced for about a year.”
In fact, after a night of training the previous evening, he had not only cultivated Sword Thirteen to the Perfection Realm, but he had also brought the Four Seasons Sword Technique and Tiger King Fist to the Perfection Realm.
“To cultivate Sword Thirteen to the Perfection Realm in one year is very remarkable!” When Lin Yong heard this, he exclaimed in admiration.
After all, many people spend their whole lives unable to bring a martial skill to the Perfection Realm.
And Yang Xiaotian had done it in one year.
Yang Xiaotian listened to Lin Yong’s exclamation, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Lin Yong then said earnestly, “Although you have cultivated Sword Thirteen to the Perfection Realm, you must not become complacent. You have to diligently practice the Four Seasons Sword Technique and strive to bring it to the Great
Accomplishment Realm by the end-of-term exam.”
Yang Xiaotian wanted to explain, but in the end, he simply nodded.
At this moment, Xie Chu, supported by Hu Xing’s men, was staring at Yang Xiaotian in shock and anger.
Yang Xiaotian looked at a face full of regret and said indifferently, “You lost, don’t forget the wager, go kneel for an hour at the academy’s main gate.” Xie Chu almost fainted.
After a while, Yang Xiaotian and the others left one after another.
“It’s a pity,” Lin Yong said, shaking his head as he watched Yang Xiaotian leave.
Yang Xiaotian had decent Sword Dao talent, but unfortunately his Martial Soul was too weak, and he was destined not to grow into a powerhouse that could rule an area.
Gazing at Yang Xiaotian, Chen Yuan also sighed, “If only this kid had a tenth-grade Martial Soul, that would’ve been great.” Even if not tenth-grade, ninth-grade would do..