Damn it.

This piece of shit.

He also said that he was loyal.

Wasn't it agreed upon before?

If someone is looking for trouble, let him play the role of a master guard to scare these innocent students who have not been beaten by society. At that time, this bitch even patted his chest and vowed that, let alone pretending to be a master, he would be beaten.

, must also stand in Lin Beichen's way.

The result now?

This piece of shit actually escaped?

There is no sense of loyalty.

Lin Beichen was immediately at a loss.

What the hell is going on?

Is it really possible to draw a sword and fight?

Although he mastered [Basic Swordsmanship Close Three Combinations] last night using his mobile phone, he was a gamer in his previous life and had no fighting experience. As a civilized person in a society governed by the rule of law, he was not mentally ready to fight.

Preparing the blade.

There was a roar of gloating laughter all around.

"Yes, get in quickly."

"Get in there and lick the dust off all of our boots."

"What the hell are you looking at? Get in quickly."

"Little beast, hurry up."

"Do you think you are still the young prince of Zhan Tianhou Mansion?"

The colleges who came with Feng Lun had already received the instruction and immediately cooperated, shouting and scolding loudly using various humiliating words.

Feng Lun was even more proud when he saw this.

He decided to go one step further, so he made a hasty noise, pulled out the long sword from his waist, pointed it at Lin Beichen, and said: "Little bastard, your father is a deserter, and you are even more of a coward. If it weren't for the school discipline, no killing is allowed, I would be here today.

Already put you..."

The words were not spoken yet.

Changes occurred suddenly.

call out!

A white sword light flashed.

Ding!

Feng Lun's eyes blurred, he felt his wrist shake, half of his arm was sore and numb, and the sword flew out of his hand.

call out!

There was another flash of white sword light.

His chest felt cold.

When looking down.

The silver sword tip has pierced the clothes on the chest and penetrated lightly into the muscles. A faint crimson color seeped out of the clothes along the blade and spread out, as if it was a slowly blooming red flower.

flowers…

And the hilt of the long sword is being held...

In Lin Beichen's hands?!

So, what happened just now...

what happened?

I……

Lost?

Defeated by Lin Beichen?

This prodigal son, he...

He actually has such terrifying strength? Feng Lun's heart suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

He looked at Lin Beichen blankly.

And Lin Beichen was even more stupid than Feng Lun.

Damn it?

What just happened?

He was also confused.

However, such a confused expression fell into the eyes of the frightened Feng Lun, and it felt completely different——

His expression was cold and emotionless, as if he were a cold-blooded killer. Especially those eyes, which had no focus at all and were hollow, as if they were any kind of life. It seemed that in such eyes, everyone else was already a lifeless corpse.

Same.

horrible.

fear.

Lin Beichen in this state was like a cold-blooded gold medal killer who had killed countless people.

How could I fucking be an enemy of such a person?

"Classmate Lin, don't...have anything to say...speak carefully..."

Feng Lun's mentality suddenly collapsed.

What a goddess, why would you give everything for love...

Everything was thrown out of the window.

Staying alive is the most important thing.

His legs were weak and he wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.

But dare not move.

Because he has a sword stuck in his chest.

He was afraid that if he moved, he would cause Lin Beichen to misunderstand. If the sword in his hand was moved forward even a slight inch, it could pierce his heart and kill him.

The people around him were also confused.

Especially the expressions on the faces of those students who were gloating about others' misfortune and adding insult to injury were completely frozen.

what's the situation?

Feng Lun is a third-level warrior.

Although it is only the beginning of level three, it is still a real level three.

He was beaten in an instant by Class 9 of the second grade, no, probably by the entire second grade class?

No one could see clearly just now what kind of combat skill Lin Beichen was performing.

Because it's too fast.

Lin Beichen's attack speed was too fast.

It's like a bolt of lightning.

All the students felt their eyes blurred, and when they reacted, Lin Beichen's sword stabbed Feng Lun in the chest.

What kind of strength is this?

"Lin...Lin Beichen, please don't be impulsive..."

"Killing is prohibited in the academy..."

"Classmate Lin, stop quickly and tell me what you have to say."

Several of Feng Lun's friends were also frightened and did not dare to get close. They stammered and begged for mercy in a panic, fearing that Lin Beichen would really act impulsively and kill Feng Lun. If the academy held them accountable, they would not be able to escape.

blame.

What?

Are you betting that Lin Beichen wouldn't dare kill anyone?

Come on! This prodigal son is a fool.

What can't he do if he has a brain attack?

The hearts of all the students watching were in their throats.
To be continued...