"The muscles and bones are whistling together, and it is indeed the cultivation level of a mid-level swordsman."

The roar of energy caused by a loud shout, the closest swordsmen and the vice president Beige in the distance all saw Wang Ting's true strength.

Although they had received relevant information before and learned that Wang Ting had joined the core of the academy with the strength of the mid-level swordsman, hearing is false and seeing is true. He witnessed Wang Ting with his own eyes showing the strength of the mid-level swordsman and listening to rumors. The concepts of the two are completely inconsistent.

"This royal court is not yet seventeen years old. In other words, he is only a little over sixteen years old now, and has become a mid-level swordsman at the age of sixteen. This cultivation speed is really amazing. If he can defeat Li Mu, who is a high-level swordsman in this battle, it will completely meet the admission standards of the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy."

On the audience stage, Vice Dean Beige said to Dong Qi, with some admiration in his tone.

"It's really good. In this class, there are no outstanding talents in our Xuanzhong Advanced Swordsman Academy. I originally thought that our Xuanzhong Advanced Swordsman Academy will also go through the motions of the admission assessment of the Shenxuan Swordsman Academy this year. I don't think that now, this young man actually gave us some hope."

"Yes, I heard that those academies, each academies can send four or five people. If our Xuanzhong Advanced Swordsman Academy has fewer people than them, then the face will not look good."

The conversation between the two vice presidents did not deliberately suppress their voices. Not only the great swordsman-level mentors behind them could hear it clearly, but even Bei Wuya, Xi Ruojian, Jing Feng, and Ye Congyun could hear it clearly.

Seeing that the two vice deans were interested in sending Wang Ting to the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy for further studies, a look of envy and jealousy appeared in the eyes of the high-level swordsman Bei Wuya.

In his opinion, Wang Ting has always been just a boy with some potential and cannot enter the elegant hall at all. Even if he can show a certain talent for a while, after leaving the academy and entering society, he will eventually bow to the nobles of the kingdom. Even if he is lucky in the future, he will be attracted by the patriarch of any family and taken as a guard. He may never be able to enter the noble class in his life.

But now... just three months later, this salted fish has a trend of turning around.

For a moment, he felt very uncomfortable.

...

"Li Mu, go ahead, don't show mercy and kill this kid."

Behind Li Mu, a middle-aged man of the Great Swordsman level snorted coldly, looked at Wang Ting without hiding his murderous intent.

"Um?"

As if he noticed the murderous intent of the great swordsman man, Wang Ting's eyes turned and fell directly on him. A flash of light appeared in his eyes, containing the magic of the pupil swordsman technique, and he slashed directly into his eyes. Even his great swordsman-level cultivation level was still hurt by the other party's eyes.

"Little beast!"

The middle-aged man roared, and was forced to turn his eyes open. Otherwise, if he continued to look at each other like this, his fragile pupils might be stabbed by the other party's seemingly substantial gaze.

"snort!"

Li Mu snorted with a gloomy face and quickly went to the duel stage.

Three months!

He never expected that he had been tolerating this young man for three months. He had already practiced to this level, from a high-level warrior to an intermediate-level swordsman in one breath.

I had known that three months ago, I should have taken the verge of killing this kid completely and eradicated it.

"Three months have arrived."

Looking at the high-level swordsman Li Mu in front of him, Wang Ting looked calm and did not face any oppression from the high-level swordsman.

In the mid-level swordsman stage, he can compete with the great swordsman-level powerhouse with swordsman skills and spiritual secrets. Even a master like Chang Le, who is a peak swordsman, was attacked by him. Now he has broken through to the high-level swordsman with the mystery of the water of life, and is at the same level as Li Mu. Among all the swordsmen he has seen, except Lie Dongyang, there is probably no one who is his opponent. Even if he meets a peak swordsman like Chang Le, he can defeat him without sneak attack. With such strength, what is the most ordinary high-level swordsman?

"I didn't satisfy you in that duel three months ago. Didn't you want to kill me? Now, I'm right in front of you. Even if you come, in your eyes, I'm just the humblest ant. You can kill me at any time, right?"

Li Mu's face turned blue and white, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more obvious: "So what if you think you have practiced to the middle level swordsman? Even now, you are still just a humble and pitiful ant in front of me. If I want to, I will pinch it to death."

"Yeah?"

Wang Ting moved his body and instantly stepped out. When Li Mu's eyes shrank and he wanted to raise his sword to resist, a severe pain pierced through his right hand. From the corner of his eyes, he was shocked to find that the other party's sword had pierced into his wrist at some point.

quick!

A simple word for quick!

It was so close that Li Mu, who was a high-level swordsman, could not react at all.

"No!"

"Buzz!"

The sword body shook, and the wrist of the high-level swordsman, Li Mu, who was holding the sword, was cut off by a sword in front of the sharp edge of Ruosheng's sword. His palm and sword fell on the duel stage at the same time, making a crisp collision sound.

"ah!"

Li Mu held his right hand whose wrist had been cut off, and roared in his mouth, pulling away as quickly as possible.

"Vulnerable."

During this period, Wang Ting did not pursue him and allowed him to retreat ten meters away.

"Damn it!"

"Little beast!"

Seeing that Li Mu had his wrist cut off during a contact, a group of people from Count Hainuo and others roared at the same time, wishing to rush to the duel platform, rushing forward, smashing the royal court's bones and ashes.

"how so!?"

Gongsun Qi, who was on the side of the Gongsun family, widened his eyes and was full of disbelief: "Li Mu... is a high-level swordsman!"

"Huh!"

In the stands, Dong Qi and the two vice presidents of Beige, exclaimed: "So fast sword speed, so sharp angle grasp. His sword not only stabbed out quickly, but also because he knew exactly how Li Mu would fight back, he also calculated his movements, just as if the other party sent his hand under his sword. When the two were superimposed, the sword speed was equal to twice as fast as this royal court..."

"This kind of combat talent seems to be rumored not long ago that he defeated the middle-level swordsman Gongsun Su with a high-level warrior. It was not because of good luck or chance."

As for Bei Wuya, his face turned pale at this time.

He was still full of dissatisfaction with Wang Ting, dissatisfied with an ordinary boy who had turned over, but now he was a little afraid because he didn't seem sure to take the sword just now.

As for the others, they were all a little confused at this time.

Isn't it a showdown between a mid-level swordsman and a high-level swordsman?

Why do they see a completely one-sided torture?

"My hands...my hands..."

"It's broken."

Wang Ting said coldly.

"Now, your hands are broken, what else do you have to be proud of? What qualifications do you have to think that you are superior and can look down on others? I will give you a chance to surrender, admit defeat, apologize to me, and I will let you leave the duel stand alive."

"Little bastard! I am a retainer of Count Hainuo, and I am not comparable to the heirs of a small family like Gongsun Su. Behind me is the Earl of Count Hainuo. If you dare to kill me..."

Before Li Mu could finish his words, Wang Ting's figure rushed out in an instant. Ruosheng Sword Light flashed. In an instant, two blood holes appeared on Li Mu's knees. Because his knee was pierced, his body fell down and leaned completely on his left hand to support the ground, so he did not lie down in a mess.

"I don't know if Earl Haino can protect you, but what I know is that if you don't surrender and apologize to me, you will die."

Li Mu's left hand, which supported his body, trembled slightly, and his face turned pale due to excessive blood loss. Although there was still a hint of coldness on his face, a hint of fear had emerged deep in his pupils.

"It seems that you plan to fight to the death."

As Wang Ting spoke, step by step, as if stepping on the node where Li Mu's heart was beating, he came to his side. The Ruosheng sword in his hand was raised high, as if the executioner was about to execute a criminal.

He wants to behead this high-level swordsman from Count Heno's family on the spot!

"Enough!"
Chapter completed!