23: Free haircut

Wang Xuan looked at the butterfly knife in Wei Xuan's hand with a cold sneer.

"You think you can hurt me with just that? Ridiculous!"

He patted the Yin Wind Eagle on his shoulder, and the Yin Wind Eagle immediately flew up.

It spat out a stream of Yin Wind toward Wei Xuan.

Wei Xuan pulled out Black Flame from his chest pocket.

"Go on, beat up that messy-feathered bird!"

Black Flame flew toward the Yin Wind Eagle with an excited expression.

Its wings spread open,

like a massive net, directly blocking the Yin Wind!

Black Flame shot into the sky, instantly appearing right in front of the Yin Wind Eagle.

The Yin Wind Eagle was stunned!

This, is this a damn chicken?

How can it fly?

... By the time Wei Xuan looked up,

Wang Xuan had already lunged!

"Wei Xuan, watch out!"

Su Yueyao wanted to step forward and help block the attack.

Wei Xuan raised his hand and stopped her.

"Just a mere Spirit Scholar Level! Easy!"

Then, spinning the butterfly knife, he closed in on Wang Xuan.

Su Yueyao covered her face.

You are only Spirit Apprentice Level yourself!

And you call him "mere Spirit Scholar Level"?

On the training ground,

Wei Xuan wielded the butterfly knife brilliantly.

Like a dancing spirit, it moved around various parts of Wang Xuan's body.

Wang Xuan had no chance to attack and could only defend passively.

However, in front of Wei Xuan, whose Fighting skill had reached mastery,

Wang Xuan's entire body was full of openings.

The butterfly knife in his hand was like an envoy walking in the dark night.

Blade light constantly flashed,

and cuts appeared on Wang Xuan's arms and chest and abdomen.

Coupled with the spirit-devouring effect of the butterfly knife,

Wang Xuan's spiritual power quickly faded.

Wang Xuan roared in anger, ignoring the butterfly knife. His fist, imbued with Yin Wind, pressed down on Wei Xuan like Mount Tai crushing the peak.

But Wei Xuan's reaction speed was extremely fast.

He had already vanished from Wang Xuan's attack range.

He flashed to his side, the butterfly knife ruthlessly pouncing on its prey like a starving wolf.

Wang Xuan's expression changed drastically!

Wei Xuan's Fighting experience and technique were simply monstrous!

He felt like he was facing a veteran covered in blood from the battlefield!

Wang Xuan dared not be careless and could only try his best to shift his body sideways.

However, Wei Xuan seemed to know what was coming,

and the butterfly knife revealed its sharpness.

The blade light flashed before Wang Xuan's eyes, dazzling him and making him close them.

At the same time, his body performed a side roll!

He barely managed to evade Wei Xuan's attack.

As the class monitor of Spirit Apprentice Class Three,

Wang Xuan's strength was obvious to all.

In the entire Spirit Apprentice grade, he firmly ranked in the top five!

Qingcheng Spirit Martial Academy only had two grades, Spirit Apprentice and Spirit Apprentice, and Wang Xuan was considered a formidable figure throughout Qingcheng Spirit Martial Academy.

His strength was naturally not hollow.

Wang Xuan quickly got up and touched the blade wound on his waist.

He felt that his spiritual power was nearly exhausted.

On the other hand, looking at Wei Xuan,

he showed no signs of fatigue at all.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but regret provoking Wei Xuan.

He secretly cursed Li Changqiu for being despicable.

At this moment, Wei Xuan had already arrived in front of him.

The butterfly knife was being wielded dazzlingly.

Wang Xuan's face was filled with horror.

He couldn't even track the trajectory of the blade!

The members of Spirit Apprentice Class Three and Su Yueyao watching the fight nearby were already stunned.

They saw that Wang Xuan was completely helpless against Wei Xuan,

constantly being forced back,

with new cuts constantly appearing on his body.

Wei Xuan's blade technique was naturally flawless and mysterious.

The butterfly knife was inherently incredibly cool to wield,

and Wei Xuan was handsome, a rare sight in the world.

The butterfly knife was practically being played with flourishes in his hands!

It was simply a visual feast!

The male students stared intently at the intricate and fierce butterfly knife technique,

while the female students stared intently at the dashing and handsome face.

"Wow~"

Everyone exclaimed in unison!

Wang Xuan was so angry he was practically smoking!

Are you damn people still saying 'Wow'?

I'm about to be beaten into the ground!

Can't you see?

Come help!

A bunch of idiots!

However, no matter how angry he was, he was completely overshadowed by Wei Xuan's superb butterfly knife technique!

He was completely at a disadvantage!

Su Yueyao cheered for Wei Xuan from the side with an excited expression.

Meanwhile, the members of Spirit Apprentice Class Three nearby were all pulling out their phones to record videos!

"Oh my god, you can use a butterfly knife like this?"

"I need to save this properly and practice it later."

"Wielding the butterfly knife is too handsome!"

"Wei Xuan is so handsome, I wonder if he has a girlfriend."

"Step aside, Wei Xuan can only be mine!"

"Class monitor, hold on a little longer! I haven't watched enough yet!"

Wang Xuan immediately spat out a mouthful of old blood far away!

Wei Xuan was so startled he quickly dodged.

Wang Xuan looked at his dear classmates with an expression of grief and indignation.

His eyes were spitting fire!

Looking at the other battlefield,

his Yin Wind Eagle was being pinned to the ground by that Little Black Chicken.

The Little Black Chicken's two wings were like striking posts, beating so fast they created afterimages.

The Yin Wind Eagle was already foaming at the mouth and twitching.

He looked at Wei Xuan helplessly and spoke with difficulty.

"Stop hitting me, I surrender!"

Unexpectedly, Wei Xuan acted as if he hadn't heard him at all.

He wielded the butterfly knife and rushed forward excitedly.

Wang Xuan hastily reacted, unable to fend off the attacks.

Taking advantage of a gap, he said, "I already surrendered! Stop hitting me!"

Wei Xuan sneered, "If you surrender, then surrender. I'll fight my fight, you do your surrendering."

Are you kidding? Surrender?

Doesn't exist!

Dare to bother Yueyao?

You have some nerve!

The butterfly knife quickly flashed past Wang Xuan's head, taking a lock of hair with it.

Wang Xuan stared blankly at the fallen hair!

Are you seriously giving me a haircut?

This is the beautiful hair I've been growing for a year!

His face flushed, and he roared in grief and indignation!

"My head can be severed, my blood can flow, but my beautiful hair must not be lost!"

"Wei Xuan, if you have the guts, kill me!"

Wei Xuan was startled.

He secretly praised him in his heart,

"He's a brave man who isn't afraid of death!"

Then, the momentum of the butterfly knife became even fiercer!

Killing intent was chilling!

It went straight for Wang Xuan's neck!

"Oh my god!"

Wang Xuan was so scared his face turned pale and his legs trembled.

He quickly performed a somersault to evade the strike!

Terrified, he scrambled backward!

I was just saying that!

Why are you actually doing it?!

Seriously cutting my hair?

Wei Xuan leaped forward!

Wang Xuan was terrified, his face drained of color, and not a drop of spiritual power remained in his body.

He had already been completely drained by Wei Xuan!

Blade light rushed toward his face!

Wang Xuan had no room left to resist and could only cover his neck and face with both hands.

His scalp was wide open!

Wei Xuan's blade light moved quickly like a flash of light, and Wang Xuan screamed miserably in fear.

But he felt his scalp getting cooler.

He peeked through a slit between his fingers,

only to see Wei Xuan's grinning face right in front of him,

the butterfly knife in his hand carving patterns on the top of his head!

Wang Xuan let out a long breath!

It was good that his life was saved!

As for his hair?

What was that thing!

Compared to his life, it wasn't worth mentioning!

After a moment,

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for completing the mission! You have received 500 points and the Fire-type Battle Technique, Blasting Finger!]

Oh? A Battle Technique?

Wei Xuan was delighted.

Battle Techniques were very rare; powerful Battle Techniques couldn't be bought even with money.

They were treated as heirlooms or collectibles.

He didn't expect the System's reward this time to be a Battle Technique!

A Battle Technique could only be learned at the Spirit Apprentice Level at the very least!

Since the mission was complete, Wei Xuan stopped moving.

He put away the butterfly knife, looked at his masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad."

He then pulled up Black Flame, who was still swinging his fists, and left the training ground with Su Yueyao.

The people from Spirit Apprentice Class Three immediately rushed over!

"Class monitor! Get up, Wei Xuan is gone!"

"That's right, Class monitor! Hurry up, the ground is cold!"

"Exactly, don't get sick!"

Wang Xuan, squatting on the ground covering his face, was almost in tears!

Now you know how to care about me?

Where were you all just now?!

Exclaiming 'Wow' and recording videos!

And what's more infuriating, telling me to hold on longer just so you could watch Wei Xuan longer?

Are you really my dear classmates!

Wang Xuan revealed a slit between his fingers and peeked out.

He confirmed that Wei Xuan was truly gone.

His body immediately relaxed.

The hands covering his face dropped.

The next moment, everyone stared blankly at Wang Xuan's head!

Then they burst into laughter, tears streaming down their faces.

"Pfft! Cough, cough, haha, oh my god, I can't breathe!"

"Oh dear, this, this, hahahaha!"

"Mom, I'm dying of laughter!"

"That hairstyle is so imposing!"

Wang Xuan realized things were bad and quickly rushed into the restroom. Standing in front of the mirror, his lips turned white as he looked at his head.

They saw that Wang Xuan's forehead and the top of his head were completely smooth and bald, not a single hair remaining.

It was even reflective!

The surrounding hair formed a circle around the smooth scalp.

A textbook case of male pattern baldness!

Wang Xuan's eyes immediately turned red!

He was grinding his teeth!

"Wei Xuan! You beast! Give me back my black and lustrous hair!"

The more he looked at himself in the mirror, the angrier he got, so he smashed the mirror to pieces with one punch.

He then tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes to cover his head and walked out.

"Hey, you brat! I'm talking to you! Publicly damaging public property, come with me to the Discipline Office!"

An old man suddenly rushed out of the nearby ladies' restroom, grabbed Wang Xuan, and started walking toward the Discipline Office.

The old man spat fiercely.

"What kind of character do you have!"

"You, wait..."

"Um... where did you get this haircut?"

Wang Xuan wore an expression of utter despair.

Hatred for Li Changqiu also rose in his heart.

Li Changqiu, what heavy scheming you have!

He said that Wei Xuan was only dominant at the Spirit Apprentice Level and was like dirt and dogs in front of the Spirit Scholar Level.

The result was that he himself was thoroughly thrashed and severely humiliated by Wei Xuan.

The situation was nothing like what Li Changqiu had described.

Li Changqiu, what a move—killing with a borrowed knife!

You wait for me!

If I can't beat Wei Xuan, can't I beat you?