He was actually intimidated by just a glance from Liao Ji.
A fierce glare, seemingly with a trace of bloodlust.
Marshal Wu Wen didn’t even have time to think.
He never expected that Liao Ji, who captured fugitives in the deep mountains—though not like a mass murderer—had still personally dispatched dozens of fugitives, and in special circumstances, even used quite a bit of torture.
In terms of cruelty, even Su Yue was no match for Liao Ji.
The Border Investigation and Arrest Bureau constantly deals with the vilest criminals; their only reliance is to be even more ruthless than the criminals.
Liao Ji is usually restrained, but under specific circumstances, just that fierce glare can intimidate many criminals.
Especially since Marshal Wu Wen was just a student.
The next second, from the palm of Liao Ji’s hand emanated a blinding brilliance.
He calmly raised his palm and then nonchalantly caught the wooden sword with his palm.
The wooden sword stayed completely still in his palm, its surface Gang Qi already dispersed without a trace.
Truly, it was no match at all.
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He wanted to pull the sword out and strike Liao Ji again.
Perhaps it was his mistake earlier.
Unfortunately, the opponent’s strength was terrifyingly great, and his sword was completely trapped in Liao Ji’s grasp.
In fact, Liao Ji also felt some regret.
Still not as refined as Su Yue.
He vividly remembered that when Su Yue showed off, he clamped his sword with his fingers.
Yet his own skills weren’t deep enough, so he didn’t dare to use his fingers to clamp the sword, ending up having to grip it with his palm.
Imperfect, indeed, somewhat regrettable.
Liao Ji’s hand shook, and the sword hilt slipped out of Marshal Wu Wen’s hand.
"Without the wooden sword, your Gang Qi Sword cannot be wielded.
"For me, it’s really beneath me to play with Gang Qi Sword any longer."
Holding the sword tip, Liao Ji flicked his arm.
He mimicked Su Yue, astonishingly wielding the hilt to unleash a Gang Qi arc.
Using the hilt as the blade, turning decay into magic, this move was very cool.
The killing move was too fast, and Marshal Wu Wen turned pale.
Before he could react, the sword energy arc Liao Ji released was already descending from above, seemingly about to strike his shoulder.
Marshal Wu Wen was dumbfounded.
He had no chance to escape.
Marshal Wu Wen was deeply afraid.
The instant counterattack left everyone unable to react, especially since Marshal Wu Wen rushed past the instructors of the Potential Class to attack Liao Ji.
They wanted to save Marshal Wu Wen but were already too late.
Injury was inevitable.
Just as the hilt was about to strike Marshal Wu Wen’s shoulder, Liao Ji lightly shook his arm, dispersing the arc.
Liao Ji lightly rested the hilt on Marshal Wu Wen’s shoulder.
This scene was also a mimicry of Su Yue.
"Rest assured, as a senior, I will not hurt you.
"You don’t understand, as a senior, I can’t be as naive as you.
"Competition among classmates is a good thing, but next time, watch your mouth. Talking too arrogantly will only make people laugh."
Liao Ji gently inserted the wooden sword into Marshal Wu Wen’s waistband, then turned away.
A whole show-off process concluded, smooth and flawless.
The graduates burst into laughter; a few nearly laughed themselves to tears.
Liao Ji was clearly imitating Su Yue.
The key is, it was a subtle and nuanced mimicry.
Su Yue wore a grim expression.
Should I charge a copyright fee?
Also, do I really show off this much?
I’m supposed to be quite low-key, right?
"Liao Ji, it’s not over yet!"
Marshal Wu Wen felt humiliated, unable to swallow such disgrace.
From childhood, he had never been subjected to such grievance.
What kind of person is this Liao Ji to have the right to educate me?
Marshal Wu Wen lost his sanity.
He pulled out his sharp dagger and slashed a Gang Qi blade again.
This time, he aimed directly at Liao Ji’s neck.
In an instant, the entire arena was shocked.
No one expected that the already defeated Marshal Wu Wen would launch a sneak attack from behind.
The key was that Liao Ji’s back was to him, and he hadn’t noticed for a moment.
It wasn’t Liao Ji’s fault for being careless.
They were all classmates in the Potential Class, and it wasn’t the Divine Land border here, where there were no criminals at all.
Marshal Wu Wen’s sudden attack took everyone by surprise.
Dai Yuegui realized, and the dagger was already less than 20 centimeters from Liao Ji’s back of the head.
Marshal Wu Wen’s combat method was indeed somewhat foundational; this time, with the ambush, it was an extraordinary performance.
Wu Yongchang was terrified and his face turned pale.
Marshal Wu Wen indeed lost his balance; he had never failed before and was too easily irrational. But it was too late to intervene now.
Liao Ji sensed the chill from behind, originally unprepared, he found himself completely on the defense.
The graduates’ smiles froze on their faces.
No one expected such a sneak attack, especially with a sharp blade.
"This is the price of underestimating me."
Marshal Wu Wen was wild with rage, almost like a lunatic.
However, just as the blade was about to be thrust down, a sharp sound suddenly echoed.
The crowd just felt a shadow flash by.
The originally ambushing Marshal Wu Wen was unexpectedly sent flying backward.
Liao Ji was still in shock.
He turned back and saw Su Yue standing beside him.
Liao Ji exhaled a long breath; this time, it was his negligence, his own fault.
"So young and already so malicious to your classmates!"
He had trained in the combat arena for a year, having some ability to predict killing intents.
Dai Yuegui, even as a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist, hadn’t been in a fight for a long time.