188: Chapter 188 Superpower [Sword God]

Shen Haochen scrambled up from the ground, his face covered in dust, blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, his hair disheveled.

He leaned against the doorframe and looked at Lin Shiyao: "Lin Shiyao, you just wait. My older brother won't let you off."

Lin Shiyao did not look up, nor did she look at him; she continued eating her steamed bun.

Shen Haochen turned and left, with those few people scrambling and crawling behind him.

The cafeteria remained quiet.

Lin Shiyao finished the last piece of the steamed bun and drank the last sip of soup.

She picked up her tray, stood up, and walked toward the return area.

The people around her automatically cleared a path; no one dared to approach her, and no one dared to speak to her.

The silence in the cafeteria lasted for a long time before erupting into noisy discussion.

"Was that a Gravity-type Superpower she used just now?"

"That's at least LV3, no, LV4 level."

"Doesn't she rely on part-time jobs to make a living? Why does she have this kind of strength?"

"I don't know... She has too many secrets."

Wang Lin sat in the corner, watching the direction Lin Shiyao had left in.

Interesting. This Lin Shiyao was much more interesting than he had imagined.

Wang Lin stood up, picked up his tray, and walked toward the return area.

Evening.

When Wang Lin came out of the Ancient Martial Arts Training Hall, it was already pitch black outside.

He had practiced blade techniques with Instructor Meng He for an hour; he was covered in a thin layer of sweat, but his spirits were high.

Wang Lin walked slowly toward the dormitory.

There was a small path outside the academy that went through an old residential area, which was a shortcut back to the dormitory.

Wang Lin had walked this path many times and was very familiar with the route.

The uneven cement ground was flanked by old buildings, with dim yellow lights shining from the windows, and occasionally a few dog barks could be heard from the depths of the alley.

But tonight was a bit different.

Wang Lin turned into the alley and, after taking just a few steps, suddenly stopped.

Wang Lin's spatial perception caught a trace of unusual fluctuation in the air.

The ground was vibrating slightly; the frequency was very low, and ordinary people wouldn't be able to feel it at all, but Wang Lin could.

This vibration was not natural; it was caused by something striking the ground.

Someone was fighting.

Where there was a fight, there would surely be a good show, and Wang Lin intended to go take a look.

At the end of the alley was a small, abandoned plaza surrounded by old residential buildings that looked like they hadn't been inhabited for a long time.

Several streetlights were broken, and only one was still lit, casting a dim, yellow light on the ground and forming a faint circle of light.

A person was standing in the circle of light.

Her school uniform was covered in dust, and there was a hole in the knee where blood was seeping out.

Her hair was disheveled, covering half of her face.

Her left hand was braced on her knee, and her right hand was clutching her abdomen as she gasped for air.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth and a scrape on the bridge of her nose; it was none other than Lin Shiyao.

Around her, five or six people were lying on the ground.

They were not the lackeys from the cafeteria at noon, but more formidable characters wearing uniform black combat suits with the Shen Family crest embroidered on their chests.

At this moment, they were lying helter-skelter on the cement ground, some clutching their stomachs, some holding their arms, and some curled up, motionless.

Their faces were full of pain and disbelief.

Seven people had been defeated by one girl.

Lin Shiyao's breathing was heavy, her body was trembling, and her Gravity Domain was almost at its limit.

Seven people, a wheel battle; she had defeated them one by one, but every time she used her Gravity Domain, it consumed her Superpower.

Her body had reached its limit, her vision had started to blur, and her ears were filled with a buzzing sound.

But she did not fall; she stood there, looking ahead.

Standing in front were two people.

On the left was Shen Haochen.

His face still bore the injuries from noon, and the bruises on the corner of his mouth were especially conspicuous under the streetlights.

The person on the right was half a head taller than Shen Haochen.

He was wearing a long black trench coat with the collar turned up, obscuring half of his face.

His hair was dark brown, slightly curly, and hung over his forehead.

This person was Shen Junlin.

The eldest son of the main branch of the Shen Family, a sophomore, and an LV5 Esper.

The object of admiration for countless girls in the academy, and the future heir of the Shen Family.

He had not made a move from beginning to end. He just stood there with his hands in his trench coat pockets, watching Lin Shiyao defeat his men one by one.

His expression did not change at all, as if Lin Shiyao's struggle was merely an insignificant performance in his eyes.

Lin Shiyao looked at him, and he looked at Lin Shiyao.

"You are stronger than I imagined," Shen Junlin said.

"Seven people, and not one could last ten seconds under you."

"Your Gravity Domain has reached LV4 level, yet you have kept it hidden, not participating in level assessments, not joining any organizations."

"Do you think you can live in peace like this? Do you think no one would notice you if you didn't reveal your strength?"

"Lin Shiyao, there are no secrets in this academy."

"I have looked up your file."

"Your father was a gambler who abandoned you and your mother when you were very young, took all the money in the house, and vanished without a trace."

"It was your mother who raised you all by herself."

Lin Shiyao's hand trembled slightly.

"A year ago. Your mother got sick and needed money for treatment."

"So you worked everywhere, milk tea shops, supermarkets, restaurants, clothing stores; you went anywhere and did any kind of work."

"Most of the money you earned went to your mother's medical treatment."

"You have no background, no backing, you are all alone. In this academy, you have nothing."

Lin Shiyao did not speak; she just stood there, standing with her body that had been pushed to its absolute limit, standing with her dignity.

Shen Junlin looked at her, and a deeper interest appeared in his eyes.

"Even now, you still refuse to bow your head. Interesting."

Shen Junlin raised his left hand; he was wearing a black ring on his finger.

His finger brushed lightly over the ring, and a sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The scabbard was black, unadorned, and as plain as a piece of wood.

The hilt was wrapped in dark-colored cord, providing an excellent grip.

Shen Junlin gripped the hilt and slowly drew the sword.

When the blade slid out of the scabbard, there was no sound, no light.

The blade was silver-white, as white as moonlight.

There were fine water patterns on the blade, extending from the guard all the way to the tip.

The blade was so thin it was almost transparent, barely visible under the streetlights, but no one would doubt its sharpness.

This was Shen Junlin's sword, named "frost white".

It was said to have been forged by a master craftsman using a piece of meteorite from outer space for the Shen Family, taking three years and consuming countless resources.

The day the sword was completed, the blacksmith said: "This sword has a spirit; it cannot be wielded by anyone other than the destined one."

The moment Shen Junlin took the sword, he swung it casually; the tip of the sword sliced through the air, leaving a deep sword mark on a stone wall ten meters away.

From then on, frost white was Shen Junlin's sword.

He had used this sword to defeat countless opponents and had never lost in the academy's combat classes.

Shen Junlin held frost white, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally toward the ground.

His posture was composed, like a natural-born swordsman.