Han Yan also heard Tan Yu talk about so sights of Long Yan Academy and was aware of this matter. Only then did Han Yan understand that Chang Lie spoke with disrespect, not because Han Yan offended him, but because his hatred for Gong Hongru reached the bone.
"Han Yan, draw your sword! The humiliation that Gong Hongru gave back then, I will repay it on you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, so everyone can see how blind Gong Hongru truly is." Chang Lie arrogantly shouted.
As a royal family mber, kneeling bitterly in the snow for three days already shows sincerity, but Gong Hongru not only rejected his request but also said he was narrow-minded and could not achieve greatness. This was a trendous humiliation.
He waited for more than ten years, finally waiting for a chance to avenge his past sha!
Upon hearing Chang Lie’s shouting, the crowd below couldn’t help but feel anger. Gong Hongru is a ntor at Long Yan Academy and one of the three major masters. Furthermore, he is impartial and has high prestige among the disciples. Chang Lie called him blind again and again, which was not only insulting Gong Hongru but also insulting everyone present.
"Han Yan, don’t disgrace Lord Gong. Show him how formidable you are!"
"He’s from Beiqi, so what right does he have to co to our Anyun Country and spew nonsense? Beat him so bad his mother wouldn’t recognize him."
"Destroy him, make him crawl back to Beiqi on his own!" The crowd below unitedly cheered for Han Yan.
"As for him, a re wastrel trying to destroy , today I’ll show you how I destroy Gong Hongru’s blind old man’s worthless disciple." Chang Lie sneered coldly and slowly drew his longsword.
That already robust figure instantly rose, exuding a majestic aura, his powerful pressure cascading like a tidal wave.
Under that pressure, everyone couldn’t help but feel a tightness in their chest, unable to utter a word.
"This is my Emperor’s Sword. Today, I’ll use this sword to wash away the disgrace brought upon by Gong Hongru and avenge my master’s bloody revenge!" Chang Lie laughed aloud.
The antique and majestic longsword emitted a golden glow, giving off an imposing and untouchable sense of grandeur. Sword Dao, it was Chang Lie’s own path in swordsmanship.
Looking at Chang Lie with such a dignified aura, all the disciples below were struck with awe, unable even to muster a trace of Sword Intent.
"Is this your wish? What a pity, you’re too optimistic. Master was right when he said you’re narrow-minded and cannot achieve greatness," Han Yan shook his head and said sympathetically.
Everyone looked at Han Yan with admiration. Under Chang Lie’s sword power, they couldn’t muster any fighting spirit nor a resistance, yet Han Yan remained calm and even retorted. This courage alone was several tis stronger than theirs.
Long Yan’s top playboy truly has the capital to be a playboy. It must be said that in the face of external enemies, Han Yan’s imposing playboy aura—standing firmly like a mountain with a sword laughing at the sky—is quite admirable.
"Han Yan, draw your sword! Three swords, just three swords, I’ll show you what a true strongman is!" Chang Lie, having been struck in a sore spot by Han Yan, roared angrily.
"Originally, one sword would have sufficed, but since you want three swords, three it is then." Han Yan smiled gently, and the Cold Sky Sword was out of its sheath.
With one sword strike, the heavens and earth changed color.
The blue Sword Light streaked across the sky like a teor, causing the golden light from Chang Lie’s Emperor’s Sword to lose its brilliance.
A muffled groan was heard as Chang Lie was forced back three steps by Han Yan’s sword, barely stabilizing himself, his face pale.
"This is the second sword." Han Yan gave him no ti to catch his breath, striking with another slash.
The golden Sword Light was ripped apart as if by a flash of lightning.
Chang Lie was once again forced to retreat, barely steadying himself at the edge of the competition platform, already pale as paper and drenched in cold sweat.
"Third sword, get off!" Han Yan shouted, finally slashing out with the third sword.
A thunderous crash echoed like a teor hitting the ground, not just one teor but a massive teor shower.
"Ah..." With a cry of anguish, Chang Lie was struck by the teor shower, flying off the platform and heavily hitting the ground as dust rose all around.
A gentle breeze blew through, and as the dust settled, a deep, two-foot pit was revealed ten yards away from the platform, where Chang Lie lay with torn clothing and a sorrowful face, blood trickling from his mouth, and his body limp, only his arms and legs twitching rhythmically.
Everyone was dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long ti.
The previously daunting Chang Lie, who shocked everyone, was thus defeated.
The seemingly domineering Emperor’s Sword didn’t even have a chance to strike before Han Yan knocked him off the platform with three swords.
And Han Yan deliberately slowed the pace at Chang Lie’s request; otherwise, a single sword would have been sufficient to make him taste defeat.
Once again looking at Mu Han, everyone showed a look of reverence. Although defeating two ntors earlier has already made Han Yan’s reputation soar, seeing Han Yan’s strength in person startled everyone and inevitably stirred fear.
No wonder Qiu Yongcheng and Tian Wenliang were destroyed by his hand; such power is terrifying.
"Han Yan, wins!" The ntor was dazed for a while before regaining composure and loudly announcing the result of the match.
"Not worth a fight." Han Yan cast a glance at Chang Lie, calmly withdrew her gaze, and easily stepped down from the platform.
If She had faced an opponent like Chang Lie before entering Long Yan Academy, winning might not have been easy. However, after ridian clearing and marrow washing in the Illusion Dragon Hall, her understanding of the Heaven and Earth Rules deepened considerably. Spending the past few days in the study, relying on the cultivation skills and lifelong insights left by the master, she made considerable progress in understanding the Sword Dao. The power of the Nine Heavens Star Falling Sword increased significantly, beyond what Chang Lie could withstand.
Not until Han Yan stepped off the competition platform did cheers erupt all around. Regardless of Han Yan’s arrogance or playboy behavior, defeating soone from Beiqi counts as establishing national prestige and winning everyone’s respect.
"Congratulations, sir, another triumph." Huayue and others approached smilingly. Although they were amazed by Chang Lie’s Emperor Sword earlier, they had absolute confidence in Han Yan.
"Congratulations." Unlike Huayue and others, Ling Baobao said congratulations with a sowhat sullen expression.
"What’s wrong?" Han Yan looked at Ling Baobao in confusion.
"Alas, your fa is so high now, no one is betting on your defeat. I can’t even find a place to earn money," Ling Baobao said with a bitter face.
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