How could Jiang Qiling possibly withstand a sword strike that even they couldn’t confidently take? Watching Jiang Qiling opposite Zhuang Xingfeng, everyone had the sa thought.
But soon, their eyes widened in disbelief again.
Jiang Qiling struck out, the bright Sword Light like a bolt of lightning, or a venomous snake shimring with a blue aura, piercing into Zhuang Xingfeng’s graceful Sword Light.
This sword strike was so swift, so direct, as if it punctured through space and pierced the heavens and earth.
The disciples, their foreheads sweating a mont ago, suddenly felt their entire bodies turn icy cold. Although the sword was aid at Zhuang Xingfeng, it felt as though it was targeting each person present, a stark reminder of the threat of Death.
"Ting!" With a light sound, Zhuang Xingfeng blocked Jiang Qiling’s Longsword.
The first strike, and neither side was victorious.
"Brother Zhuang, impressive Swordsmanship, take another strike from ." Jiang Qiling showed a look of appreciation. Clearly, it was the kind of appreciation that the strong have for the weak.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qiling struck out again, this ti quicker and more venomous. When that blue Sword Light swept past, everyone’s hearts felt pierced, a bone-chilling cold.
"Ting!" Another light sound, Zhuang Xingfeng blocked Jiang Qiling’s Longsword once more, but this ti, he retreated five steps before he could barely fend off the opponent’s Sword Light.
"The third strike!" Jiang Qiling laughed aloud.
Amidst light sounds, Zhuang Xingfeng retreated again.
"The fourth strike!" Before Zhuang Xingfeng could steady his stance, Jiang Qiling thrust another sword.
Zhuang Xingfeng retreated continuously, his forehead now drenched in sweat.
"The final strike!" Jiang Qiling’s expression turned icy, becoming exceedingly cold.
As this Sword Light struck out, Zhuang Xingfeng’s face changed dramatically, and he unexpectedly retreated off the Competition Platform.
He retreated quickly, but Jiang Qiling’s sword was even quicker, the fierce murderous intent locking onto Zhuang Xingfeng tightly. It seed that even if he retreated to the ends of the earth, this sword would still claim his life, relentless until death!
Just as it seed Zhuang Xingfeng would perish under this sword, everyone below the platform was aghast.
"Assessnt over!" Just then, a ntor suddenly spoke.
Jiang Qiling abruptly halted, her Longsword still pointing straight at Zhuang Xingfeng, less than half a foot from his Heart ridian.
Zhuang Xingfeng’s face was deathly pale, sweat dripping down his cheeks.
"Admit defeat, Brother Zhuang." Jiang Qiling smiled slightly, speaking with arrogance.
"Congratulations, Jiang, for passing the assessnt." Zhuang Xingfeng’s face flushed with sha, speaking bitterly.
Jiang Qiling not only passed the assessnt, if it wasn’t for the ntor speaking up in ti, he might have already perished under Jiang Qiling’s sword.
Below the platform, everyone was left speechless.
No one could have imagined Jiang Qiling’s prowess to be so terrifying, her Swordsmanship so insidious, so fierce!
If before the title of Little Witch Long Yan was rely talk, now, this Little Witch truly lives up to the na.
Previously, what people feared wasn’t Jiang Qiling herself, but Jiang Yunhe standing behind her. But now, everyone knew just how frightening Jiang Qiling really was.
Perhaps, having a father as the Dean of Tenglong Academy is the greatest relief for everyone. If not considering Jiang Yunhe’s stature and reputation, with her formidable strength and sinister Swordsmanship, offending her would an a fate worse than Death.
"Mu Hanyan!" Just as everyone was quietly reflecting, Jiang Qiling suddenly turned her head, coldly shouting at Mu Hanyan.
The crowd instinctively looked at Mu Hanyan, recalling that Long Yan Academy had soone who had offended Jiang imnsely but was yet to die.
That was Mu Hanyan, the academy’s first playboy, with accomplishnts and fa not inferior to the Little Witch Long Yan.
Mu Hanyan slightly narrowed her eyes, calmly watching Jiang Qiling.
"I have passed the assessnt; it should be your turn soon, right? I wonder which of us is stronger?" Jiang Qiling said arrogantly.
The dense sll of gunpowder also spread between the two.
Is this an official challenge between them? Listening to Jiang Qiling’s words, everyone pondered.
Jiang Qiling’s strength is not overnight; if not for guessing, she has been hiding her strength for a while. Although the reason is unknown, her revealing strength today should be because of Mu Hanyan, right? This is her challenge to Mu Hanyan!
"Don’t worry, I won’t let you down." Mu Hanyan said calmly. Jiang Qiling’s strength did not exceed her expectations; such provocation or unspoken challenge was anticipated.
Seeing Mu Hanyan’s calm and serene deanor, everyone was moved.
The feud between Jiang Qiling and Mu Hanyan is well known to others, and Mu Hanyan herself would not be unaware. Yet, after witnessing Jiang Qiling’s real strength, she remained so calm, suggesting she has absolute confidence in her strength.
But how strong is her strength?
For the upcoming assessnt, not only the disciples but even the ntors were filled with anticipation, hoping the assessnt would proceed quickly, reducing their waiting ti.
"Next match, Mu Hanyan." As Zhuang Xingfeng and Jiang Qiling left the platform, the drawing ntor excitedly announced.
"What a coincidence!" Everyone was surprised.
Jiang Qiling had just issued a challenge during the assessnt to Mu Hanyan, and unexpectedly, Mu Hanyan was up next, such a coincidence!
No need to wait longer, the result would soon be visible; everyone beca invigorated, but upon hearing the na announced by another drawing ntor, their expressions turned extrely strange.
"Examiner, Duan Heshan!" The ntor trembled slightly as he announced the na, not from fear but from sheer excitent.
Finally, it was ti for the strongest disciple under Long Congyuan, Duan Heshan, and his opponent was none other than the rising star Mu Hanyan. Coincidentally, Mu Hanyan had just been challenged by Jiang Qiling.
If not for personally drawing the lots, he would’ve doubted any trickery involved.
But thinking carefully, he felt sorry for Mu Hanyan. Jiang Qiling had defeated Zhuang Xingfeng, whose strength was not thought inferior to Duan Heshan’s, with just five sword strikes. How could Mu Hanyan possibly surpass her?
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