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Chapter 400 Ji Juechen asks for a fight (34)

Another student wearing the Mingde Hall uniform walked out of the contestant's passage. He was also a level six Soul Master, and also a consumable in the war of attrition.

However, the result was as expected.

Lin You didn't even use his elemental transformation. Relying solely on his abnormal physical defense and extreme speed, he closed in the instant the opponent's soul tool lit up. He punched the opponent's automatically popped-out invincible shield, then stomped on the ground. The alloy ground immediately began to collapse, and then a large number of calcium spikes spread out.

The invincible shield can only block the front, but not the bottom. Therefore, under the interference of the ground spikes, even if the opponent has the invincible shield to buy time, he cannot counterattack Lin You. Instead, as the shield expires, Lin You rushes up and punches him, sending him flying in a clean and decisive manner.

again.

The entire venue remained deathly silent.

The elites of Mingde Hall seemed to be no different from ordinary students in front of Lin You, and none of them could withstand a single move.

A suffocating sense of despair spread like a plague through the stands.

Just then, in a corner of the stands...

A female Soul Master, with an ordinary appearance and figure, who seemed unremarkable, was pulling along a young man with a cold face, indifferent eyes, and holding a strange, strip-shaped object in his arms.

The young man was indifferent to everything around him, as if he were detached from it all.

The middle-aged woman was Jing Ziyan, who was probably in her thirties. She was the kind of person who would be easily lost in a crowd. The young man beside her was Ji Juechen, a legendary figure from the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

Ji Juechen did not come yesterday.

To him, this so-called exchange and learning was no different from children playing around, and was completely meaningless.

If Jing Ziyan hadn't insisted on dragging him along, he would probably be in his room right now, continuing to refine his unfinished "sword".

After all, Jing Ziyan was one of Ji Juechen's very few friends in this academy.

Back then, this seemingly gentle woman had once defeated him fair and square using the methods of a Soul Master, which was why Ji Juechen recognized her.

"Look, do you see him? That's the kid on the field."

Jing Ziyan gestured with her lips, indicating that Ji Juechen should look at the calm figure in the center of the arena. "How about it? What's your opinion?" She had a casual smile on her face, as if she was just asking casually.

Upon hearing this, Ji Juechen finally raised his calm, still eyes and looked at Lin You.

He observed carefully, and after a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice calm but earnest: "Very strong."

Jing Ziyan raised an eyebrow: "Oh? That's all?"

Ji Juechen shook his head and continued, "His strength is immense, his speed is incredible, and his control over the elements is unbelievable. But..."

He paused, a barely perceptible hint of confusion flashing in his eyes: "In all his attacks, I didn't sense any 'intention' from him. A sword has its own intention, a fist has its own intention; those are the manifestations of a martial artist fusing their spirit and will with their power. But he didn't. His attacks were just pure power and technique, without any heart of his own infused into them. Such an enemy is not worth fighting against; he cannot improve the sword in my hand."

Upon hearing this, Jing Ziyan gave a helpless, wry smile: "You again. What you're talking about, sword intent and fist intent, is too esoteric. Can I understand it as... aura?"

She looked at Lin You in the arena, her gaze turning serious: "But didn't you feel it? This Lin You's aura is incredibly powerful! The kind of momentum that makes him look down on everything, crushing our academy's geniuses and even the elites of Mingde Hall like ants! I feel that the danger he exudes is even more terrifying than yours!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Juechen looked up at Lin You again.

Reminded by Jing Ziyan, a strange light finally appeared in his lifeless eyes.

He examined Lin You again, and this time, he seemed to truly sense an invisible yet powerful "momentum" emanating from Lin You's calm and indifferent figure.

It wasn't the sharp intent of a sword, nor the domineering intent of a fist, but a kind of pressure that was more... primal, more vast, seemingly in harmony with all things in heaven and earth. It was strange, but he had a vague feeling that his perception was correct.

This momentum is steadily building and growing stronger with each of Lin You's victories. "Indeed..."

Ji Juechen murmured softly, "From my perspective... it seems there really is some kind of... oppressive force gathering. It's completely different from my sword intent."

Jing Ziyan's eyes lit up: "How about it? Interested now? Why don't you let me give him a try?"

Ji Juechen shook his head, a glint of "fighting spirit" appearing in his eyes for the first time: "No, I'll go myself."

Just then, on the field, Lin You once again effortlessly defeated a level six Soul Master from Mingde Hall. This was already the fifth one today.

"Is anyone else here?" Lin You patted off non-existent dust from his clothes, his gaze sweeping across the contestants' passage, his tone remaining calm.

The passageway was completely silent.

The remaining students of Mingde Hall looked at each other, their eyes filled with hesitation and fear.

Just then, a figure leaped down from the stands, landing lightly and silently at the edge of the field, and then walked step by step towards the center of the field.

It was Ji Juechen.

He was still holding that strip of extraterrestrial meteorite iron, which could barely be identified as a sword embryo, his face cold and his eyes indifferent, as if he had simply changed his location.

However, his appearance instantly ignited the deathly silence of the training ground!
"It's Ji Juechen."

"Sword fanatic Ji Juechen!"

"Great! He finally made a move! We're saved!"

Cheers erupted like a tidal wave, and the students of Sun Moon Academy, who had been suppressing their emotions for so long, seemed to see their last savior.

In everyone's eyes, Ji Juechen was also a madman, a complete sword fanatic.

This was the view of everyone at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, and even the Mingde Hall.

In Mingde Hall, Ji Juechen has always been a special case. First of all, he is not a Soul Master, and he disdains using those tools that he considers "tricks".

Secondly, he is not a pure Soul Master. His Martial Soul is not a physical entity; it has long been integrated into the "sword" in his hand.

However, he is the undisputed chief of the Soul Guidance Department, which is under the actual control of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guidance Academy!
Because the "sword" in his hand is itself a very special "soul tool", a weapon that needs to be controlled with soul and will!
If it were him, he would definitely win, right?

After all, Ji Juechen once defeated a level seven Soul Master head-on with this unfinished sword in his hand!

The crowd whispered among themselves, their eyes fixed intently on the two equally young figures in the center of the arena, both exuding an inhuman aura.

Lin You's gaze sharpened slightly as he watched Ji Juechen approach. He could sense that this person was completely different from his previous opponents.

Ji Juechen stopped ten meters in front of Lin You, nodded slightly as a form of greeting: "Mingde Hall, Ji Juechen."

Lin You nodded in response: "Shrek Academy, Lin You. I hope you can bring me a different experience."

The fighting spirit in Ji Juechen's eyes intensified: "Me too."

No unnecessary nonsense.

The referee took a deep breath, sensing the invisible clash of their auras, and quickly announced, "The match begins!"

(End of this chapter)