100: Borrow a sword

Lin Xiao stopped ten meters away from the black mist.

He released his grip on the sword, and his right hand slowly closed around the hilt.

“Buzz—”

A clear, resonant Sword Cry echoed throughout the entire Martial Arts Training Ground.

That wasn't the cry of the sword in Lin Xiao's hand, but the resonance of all the Flying Swords carried by the Sword Cultivation Department students around the Martial Arts Training Ground!

A pure, extremely sharp Aura shot up from Lin Xiao's body, piercing the sky.

Li Heng, on the podium, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This Sword Qi had far exceeded the scope of what a normal Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator should possess.

This kid, he really drew a treasure.

In the arena, the black mist, formed by the Clone of Tian Yu Zhong Main God, also sensed a fatal threat.

It stopped its wandering, re-condensing into a blurry human form, a pair of crimson “eyes” staring intently at Lin Xiao.

The next second, Lin Xiao moved.

There was no fancy opening Move, just the simplest, most direct thrust.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

A white streak cut through the air, instantly arriving before the black mist.

The black mist let out an invisible shriek, its body suddenly blurring, narrowly dodging the sword.

But before it could re-condense, Lin Xiao's second sword, third sword... followed one after another.

For a moment, the entire Martial Arts Training Ground was filled with crisscrossing Sword Light.

Lin Xiao's sword technique was grand and imposing, every sword containing an irresistible power, forcing the black mist to constantly dodge, looking utterly disheveled.

“Holy crap! Is this the strength of the number one person in the Sword Cultivation Department?”

“Too strong! He's not on the same level as Liu Lian just now!”

“This suppressive force... that black mist has no chance to fight back at all!”

Liu Lian watched from below the stage, his face twitching.

He had to admit, the gap between himself and Lin Xiao was indeed quite large.

Every one of this guy's swords accurately pierced the weakest points of spiritual energy circulation, without any superfluous movements.

This wasn't a fight; it was an dissection!

Just as everyone thought Lin Xiao would continue to suppress it until it was exhausted, the situation in the arena suddenly changed.

The black mist, cornered, suddenly exploded!

It no longer maintained its human form, but transformed into hundreds of tiny black tentacles, overwhelming and indiscriminately sweeping towards Lin Xiao!

This was the Move it had used to defeat Liu Lian earlier.

“How will Lin Xiao dodge?”

“The range is too wide, he can't dodge it!”

However, facing this deadly situation, Lin Xiao made a Move that puzzled everyone.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, standing still, and even closed his eyes.

Just as the hundreds of black tentacles were about to tear him to shreds, Lin Xiao let out a low cry.

“Lend me your swords!”

As his voice fell.

“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Around the Martial Arts Training Ground, the Flying Swords of hundreds of Sword Cultivation Department students all automatically unsheathed at the same moment!

Streaks of light shot into the sky, hovering behind Lin Xiao, their sword tips all pointing at the incoming black tentacles.

The entire Martial Arts Training Ground was silent.

Everyone was stunned by this miraculous scene before their eyes.

“I... I didn't see wrong, did I? Our swords... flew out on their own?”

“What kind of Move is this? Myriad Swords Return to the Origin (Sword Technique)?”

“No! He said 'lend me your swords'! My heavens, you can even play like this?”

Liu Lian was so excited he almost jumped up, his face flushed.

“Holy crap! Holy crap! This Move is too cool! It's super cool! No, when I go back, I'm going to figure out a Move like this too!”

Li Heng, on the stage, also showed a surprised expression.

Self-created Sword Move?

And this kind of area-of-effect type?

Lin Xiao's talent was even higher than he had imagined.

In the arena, Lin Xiao suddenly opened his eyes.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and fiercely swung them forward!

“Go!”

The hundreds of Flying Swords hovering behind him instantly transformed into a torrent of steel, carrying an Aura that ripped through everything, meeting the black tentacles.

“Chii chii chii chii!”

The dense sounds of cutting were incessant.

Those incredibly tough black tentacles were as fragile as paper in the face of this sword storm.

In just one encounter, they were cut into pieces.

The black mist let out an extremely terrified shriek; it could feel its Origin rapidly draining away.

This human's killing Move was too terrifying!

It wanted to escape, but the hundreds of Flying Swords had already formed a net, trapping it firmly in the center.

Seeing that the black mist was about to be completely annihilated into nothingness.

Li Heng's calm voice suddenly sounded in the arena.

“Lin Xiao, that's enough.”

In mid-air, the hundreds of Flying Swords instantly froze.

All the students looked at the Dean, their faces filled with confusion.

Li Heng, with his hands behind his back, said calmly.

“If you keep fighting like this, it's going to be destroyed.”

“How will the later students practice?”

Only then did everyone realize.

That's right, this thing was a sparring partner, not an enemy.

If it was destroyed, where would they find such a good target?

Lin Xiao nodded after hearing this.

He withdrew his sword-fingers, and the hundreds of Flying Swords immediately changed direction, transforming into streaks of light, accurately flying back into their respective owners' scabbards.

He himself sheathed his sword, turned, and walked off the stage.

Leaving the black mist, which had shrunk by more than half and was trembling, in disarray alone in the arena.

The Martial Arts Training Ground was silent for a moment, then erupted into even more fervent discussion.

And the Sword Cultivation Department's practical training continued... Meanwhile.

On the roof of the male dormitory building.

Han Li, Fang Yuan, and Xie Wangsheng were sitting cross-legged, watching the activity from the Sword Cultivation Department from afar.

“My goodness, Lin Xiao is too fierce!”

Han Li smacked his lips, his face full of shock.

“Usually, he's so quiet, but I didn't expect him to pull out an ace card as soon as he made a Move; that 'Lend Swords' Move was incredibly cool.”

He poked Fang Yuan next to him.

“Hey, Fang Yuan, honestly, if you were to go up against that black mist, how much chance of winning would you have?”

Fang Yuan was staring into the distance in a daze, and upon hearing this, he shook his head, his expression somewhat complex.

“Thirty percent.”

“No more.”

Although his lightning Spell was extremely rigid and pure Yang, countering evil spirits, casting it required time.

And Lin Xiao's sword was too fast.

He admitted that if he were to face Lin Xiao, he probably wouldn't even be able to cast a single Spell before being cut down by the sword.

“Don't be like that, brother!”

Han Li patted Fang Yuan's shoulder, saying casually.

“Don't underestimate yourself!”

“Your talent and root bones were personally certified by the Dean as the best in the entire academy; that's unique treatment! You have to believe in yourself!”

Fang Yuan gave a wry smile and said nothing.

Talent was talent, and strength was strength.

He was indeed not as good as Lin Xiao right now.

Just then, Xie Wangsheng, who had been silent, suddenly pushed up the glasses on his nose and spoke.

“I've already figured out the weakness of its secret art.”

Han Li and Fang Yuan's movements froze simultaneously.

Both of them turned their heads in unison to look at Xie Wangsheng.

Han Li's mouth opened and closed for a long time without speaking, finally only managing to blurt out one sentence.

“Xie Wangsheng... sometimes I really wonder if you have a supercomputer in your brain.”

“You, you're just a pervert.”