Chapter 36: Where Did I Lose?

nto the cave with his head held high.Liu Yang, who was being called, looked up. He glanced at Xu Jun and suddenly felt a little puzzled.This kid is kind of strange!New book, looking for recommendation...Chapter 36: Where Did I Lose

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When Xu Jun entered with Liu Yang, he found that people were already waiting inside the martial arts hall.

All three principals are actually alive, and none of them are missing.

Apart from the principal, Wu Yushuang, the homeroom teacher of Class One, brought two students who were born with congenital disabilities.

Two

Xu Jun's gaze swept across Liu Xuan Yue.

While martial arts can be practiced by both men and women, because of the differences in human anatomy and physiology between sexes.

The number of male warriors is actually far greater than the number of female warriors.

Among female warriors, those who could advance to the Xiantian realm were even rarer.

Wu Yushuang hurriedly said, "Xu Jun, this martial arts sparring match is not open to the public. Liu Xuanyue is also a congenital cultivator and wants to watch from close range. Of course, if you disagree..."

Xu Jun smiled slightly and said, "It's okay."

Anyway, I'm not the one who's going to lose, so what's there to be afraid of

Wu Yushuang let out a sigh of relief. Although she knew the probability of Xu Jun's refusal was not high, only after he agreed would she feel at ease.

Chen Hangru stepped forward and said, "Xu Jun, He ZhiChao, I hope you can keep today's sparring session between the three of us confidential. Please try not to mention it to anyone else, okay"

Xu Jun grumbled inwardly, but didn't object.

Before this, Liu Yang had already told him.

The school is doing this to avoid making a bigger deal out of it.

Two students at the innate level sparring, that would definitely be big news within the school.

If what's being spread is rife with rumors and negativity, it certainly won't be good for the loser.

The two people walked onto the stage separately.

He Zhichao also held a long sword in his hand. His eyes were bright, and there was a kind of indifference between his brows.

Xu Jun is naturally gifted, but after all, he is just a fledgling who has recently entered the realm of innate abilities.

And he had already achieved Qi and Blood Innate a year ago.

So, He ZhiChao is very confident.

This confidence, however, was accumulated through countless battles with his classmates.

Apart from encountering that monster Jin Lan Guang, he truly has never tasted defeat against other peers of his age.

"Xu Jun, please." He Zhichao held up his sword in a salute.

Xu Jun returned the courtesy, silently complaining in his heart.

Peer competition can be so troublesome.

When Xu Jun from another world sparred with those people, he attacked without any warning.

He ZhiChao's wrist shook slightly, and suddenly a sword thrust forward.

Whoosh!

A fierce whistling sound suddenly erupted as the long sword moved with incredible speed, seemingly appearing before Xu Jun in the blink of an eye.

The three principals nodded slightly.

Good job, Xiao He. After a summer of hard work, he has made remarkable progress again.

The three of them were all veteran innate cultivators, and they were intimately familiar with the progress of the two innate martial arts practitioners.

At a glance, you can tell what's good.

On the other hand, Wu Yushuang and Liu Yang looked a little nervous.

The two of them were only peak martial artists at the acquired level, but now the two students on stage were congenital.

The pressure I'm feeling right now is simply indescribable.

A good fast sword!

Under Jian Xin's penetrating gaze, Xu Jun even had the leisure to comment on He Zhi Chao's sword technique.

But, that's not bad either.

With a flash of sword light in his hand, he nimbly parried the incoming strike.

The two swords met, and Xu Jun immediately sensed a surge of power emanating from the opponent's blade.

Qi and blood entering the innate stage undergo a completely different transformation.

With just this one move, when facing a non-Qi and Blood innate opponent, you can gain a significant advantage.

However, Kenshin's insight and Xu Jun's foresight saw through it all.

The sword in his hand trembled slightly.

"Hum..."

A sword cry suddenly rang out, like a thunderbolt from the sky, piercing through the air.

He ZhiChao, who had been charging head-on, stiffened slightly. To his astonishment, after hearing the sound, his qi and blood seemed to be affected as well.

The original boiling and powerful qi and blood, which could be used at will like an arm, now had a slight feeling of stagnation.

This feeling is so abrupt, yet undeniably real.

The Sword Resounds Before Birth!

Although he had long known that Xu Jun had comprehended the Innate Sword Cry and knew that the Innate Sword Cry was comparable to a congenital existence among sword cultivators' realms.

But, until this moment of personal contact, he did not understand the strangeness and terror of Xu Jun's sword cry.

This sword cry, it could actually shake the Qi and Blood of a congenital level martial artist.

This is such a pain in the ass!

"Ding."

After Xu Jun let out a cry of sword song, he exerted his wrist slightly. Not only did he effortlessly deflect He Zhichao's long sword, but he also thrust his sword towards his chest.

This sword cuts through all obstacles, its momentum overwhelming.

He ZhiChao's footsteps flew back, from the initial rush to attack, to a sudden retreat, in less than a second.

At the same time, he frantically circulated his qi and blood. The anomaly within that surging qi and blood was finally smoothed out by him using even more robust qi and blood.

A flash of ferocity crossed his eyes.

He ZhiChao reorganized his forces, his blood and energy surged again, and his aura was even stronger.

This time, I'm already mentally prepared. Let's see how you break me...

"Om."

Suddenly, another clang of sword cries rang out.

He ZhiChao, who had originally been so bold and focused, convinced that he would never again be affected by the sound of swords, suddenly let out a muffled grunt.

His qi and blood within his body became chaotic.

This time, the impact he received was even more serious than last time.

If the first time was just a feeling of stagnation, as if something strange was surging.

Then this time, it was the qi and blood surging uncontrollably.

At this moment, He Zhichao's face was ashen, and only one thought remained in his mind.

What the hell is this sword cry

How could one possibly fight against such a bizarre, innate sword cry

Even the monster's sword cry from Zhong couldn't compare to this!

Liu Xuanyue, who was watching from the sidelines, showed a hint of confusion.

What happened to He Zhi Chao

Is he acting

The three principals looked at each other, each with a look of shock.

Although they knew it from last time, Xu Jun's mastery of the Innate Sword Cry had reached an extremely high level.

The sound of the sword's cry was now under his control, able to be summoned at will, discerning friend from foe.

Although everyone in the Budokan heard the sound.

But only He Zhi Chao was affected, while others didn't feel the true power contained within that sword cry.

But, seeing He ZhiChao's current plight.

They also had doubts.

The power of this innate sword cry... seems a little too great, right

"Ding..."

The two swords clashed again. This time, Xu Jun's sword seemed to have some kind of stickiness, firmly gripping He Zhichao's sword in place.

After spinning three times in succession, the long sword trembled once more.

"Om."

The third sword cry.

This time, Xu Jun didn't use a single sound to make his mark. Instead, he directly unleashed five sword cries that rippled out simultaneously.

He Zichao could no longer hold on. His wrist loosened, and the long sword flew out of his hand.

Xu Jun's sword tip trembled slightly before his chest and neck, then he sheathed his sword.

He Zhi Chao stood there with empty hands, a look of bewilderment on his face.

I lost.

But where exactly did I lose

This sword's cry... It's too eerie, isn't it

A congenital sword cultivator, terrifying as such.

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