3: Chapter 3 The Divine Move

The massive memories of a person nearly eighteen years old surged like a tide. Chen Moxuan was momentarily dazed, as if his recent experiences were just a dream.

[All-Things Analysis] quietly activated, helping Chen Moxuan quickly sort out his current situation.

This seemed to be a parallel world, different from the Superpower World where Transcendents existed.

There was still Fusion with other worlds, and there were countless alien races and beasts, but Transcendents no longer appeared among the Human Race.

Relying on the Dao of martial arts and technology, the Human Race guarded their territory, barely managing to establish a firm Foundation against the erosion of the myriad races.

In the long struggle against alien races and beasts, the status of a Martial Artist had become increasingly prestigious in human society.

Chen Moxuan was a third-year martial arts student who had chosen to become a Martial Artist, and he was currently representing the Henghuo Martial Arts School of Dongchang City in a school team exchange tournament.

But right now... he might have gotten himself into big trouble.

"To do something so despicable while bowing, the representative of Henghuo Martial Arts School is actually this shameless!"

"He has a pretty-boy face, but I didn't expect him to be this kind of person, ugh!"

"Just by looking, you can tell he hasn't been Cultivating properly. He has skin as pale as a weakling, yet he had the nerve to lift it."

"Bastard! How dare he humiliate our Senior Sister Lin in public!"

"Don't leave after the match, we want to challenge you one-on-one!"

"What's the point of the match? I demand that this lecher be disqualified immediately!"

"Shameless! Disqualify him!"

In the audience, curses came down like a landslide.

Lin Muhan was extremely popular at Tianqing Martial Arts School.

With her outstanding looks, unreachable martial arts talent, and a cold, distant aura that kept people at a distance.

Lin Muhan was undoubtedly an object of great admiration among the many students at Tianqing Martial Arts School.

And Chen Moxuan's actions had already enraged the crowd.

"Disqualification would only let this guy suffer less; I think he needs to be taught a harsh lesson."

"This guy probably can't even take one move from Senior Sister Lin. Henghuo Martial Arts School really has no one left, sending any old piece of garbage to the semi-finals!"

On the other side of the audience, the students of Henghuo Martial Arts School all had livid faces, not daring to make a sound.

The overall strength of Henghuo Martial Arts School was not considered strong in Dongchang City to begin with, and reaching the semi-finals was already an extraordinary performance.

Their main player, Zhang Qing, had exhausted too much energy in previous matches and was unable to compete again.

As for the other team members, some were injured, and others, upon hearing that their opponent was Lin Muhan, kept finding excuses to take leave.

Almost all martial arts students in Dongchang City had heard of Lin Muhan.

Shortly after her third year, she had already reached the second Realm of martial arts, the Qi Control Realm, and was now at the third stage of the second Realm.

And their school's strongest, Zhang Qing, had only just managed to achieve a Breakthrough to the second Realm a while ago.

A second-Realm Martial Artist could use True Qi, which was on a completely different level from them, who were only Blood Accumulation Realm Martial Artists relying on the power of blood and Qi.

More importantly, Lin Muhan was ruthless when dealing with male students.

Several members of their school team had been severely injured by her sword and were still recovering in the hospital.

"By the way, is that a new substitute member on the team? How come I've never seen him?" the students of Henghuo Martial Arts School whispered to each other.

"You don't know? The team has no one left! This guy volunteered to join as a temporary substitute."

"Didn't the vice-captain, Liu Kai, not play in the previous matches?"

"Him? He said he had important family business to attend to and took leave from the school." a large, dark-skinned boy cursed,

"What important business! I think it's just an excuse. He's usually arrogant and domineering, but when it counts, he turns into a coward."

"Can a team vice-captain just take leave at will during the tournament?"

"There's no other way. His Liu Family has some influence in Dongchang City, so the school can't force him. They could only announce that whoever was willing to compete for the school in one match would be given a bonus of 300,000 yuan."

"300,000?! That much?!" one student gasped.

"What do you mean 'that much'? If they gave it to you, would you go?"

"..." the student who just spoke fell silent.

If even the team members didn't dare to go up, those of them not on the team definitely wouldn't dare.

Most team members were at the eighth stage of the first Realm, and taking one move from Lin Muhan would land them in the hospital for a month.

As for ordinary students, most were at the level of the third to seventh stage of the first Realm. Even if they survived one move from Lin Muhan without losing their lives, it would likely affect the Martial Arts Exam in over a month.

Compared to the risk, a 300,000 yuan bonus was negligible.

Getting into a good martial arts university and becoming a professional Martial Artist in the future meant earning 300,000 yuan would be easy.

Perhaps only those currently in urgent need of money would take this gamble. After all, if one wanted to go far on the path of martial arts, spending large amounts of money to purchase resources to Cultivate was essential.

But because of that, how many martial arts students who had persisted until now were short on money to this extent?

However, Chen Moxuan was one of the few martial arts students in urgent need of money.

Martial arts was a money-devouring abyss. Learning martial arts cost money, practicing martial arts cost money, and even registering for exams cost money.

His parents had died on the front lines fighting alien races years ago, and the property they left behind was almost gone.

Even though he usually squeezed out time from his practice to work and make ends meet, he was reaching the end of his rope.

After hearing that the school was recruiting substitute competitors, he decisively chose to take a gamble.

As a result, Chen Moxuan was successfully selected.

This didn't exclude the factor of his homeroom teacher's strong recommendation, but it was mostly because there were simply very few presentable people who signed up.

Those with strong strength naturally knew how terrifying Lin Muhan was, and those with weak strength would be too obviously just making up the numbers.

Chen Moxuan, who was at the sixth stage of the first Realm, was already at the highest level among the students who signed up.

But in front of Lin Muhan, who was at the third stage of the second Realm, he was nowhere near enough.

This was a match with no suspense.

"Might as well forfeit." Listening to the curses from not far away, a student from Henghuo Martial Arts School lowered his head in shame.

"How could we forfeit? Do you not want the ranking?" the student sitting next to him looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Surrendering before fighting was a major taboo in martial arts competitions. The punishment was severe; at best, the results would be canceled, and at worst, one would be banned for several years.

This was also why the school was trying every possible way to find someone to compete.

After all, if a student trained by a martial arts school didn't even dare to fight a match, how could they talk about fighting alien races? How could they talk about protecting their home and country?

"Watch carefully. With such a huge disparity in strength, having the courage to stand on that stage is worthy of admiration. He is fighting for the honor of our school." a student with a dark face said earnestly,

"...I originally thought so too, but I didn't expect this guy to pull this move."

"To be able to go this far just for lust, Chen Moxuan, you guy..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, shouting 'I can't take it anymore' and groping the chest of the rival school's ice queen—this kind of lustful audacity was truly admirable.

"What you all see is too superficial." A boy crossed his hands and rested them on his chin,

"Look at the competition stage. Lin Muhan has already lost her usual calm."

"In my opinion, this move can be called the Move of a God!"

This remark was like waking a dreamer; everyone was shocked and turned their attention to the stage.

A cold, pale blue color covered Lin Muhan's face, and the murderous aura exuding from it was so thick it almost solidified.

Her right hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, and a faint tremor was visible in her knuckles.

"I apologize for the offense. It will take some time to explain, but I didn't do it on purpose."

Feeling the other party's murderous intent, Chen Moxuan frowned slightly.

He really wanted to find a time to sort things out, but the current situation didn't seem to allow him to think too much.

Lin Muhan ignored Chen Moxuan's words, took a deep breath, and a cold, clear voice drowned out the noise of the entire arena:

"Aren't you going to start yet?"

She didn't shout loudly; Lin Muhan just spoke as if talking normally, but her voice seemed to contain some kind of peculiar energy, echoing throughout the entire arena.

In the broadcasting room, the announcer, who had been stunned by the sudden dramatic scene, suddenly came back to their senses.

"The match begins!"

The moment the broadcast sound rang out, the sword in Lin Muhan's hand could no longer be restrained and was drawn. A flash of sword light slashed toward Chen Moxuan at an incredible speed.