A Good Romance
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He had yet to unleash his sword, yet he had already subdued his opponent.
Nangong Xing didn't even dare to move. He felt that if he made the slightest abnormal movement, he would incite a thunderous storm of attacks from his opponent, which he definitely wouldn't be able to block.
This kind of realization made him feel despair.
His opponent was just a mere Poly Tier, how could he force him into such a miserable state?
Ling Han unleashed his sword. Shua, nine streaks of sword light soared into the sky, like the rising sun, dazzling and dazzling.
Nangong Xing's body was instantly sent flying, crashing onto the ground with a bang. Fresh blood seeped out from his chest.
Guang Yuan's eyes widened. He clearly saw this sword. Ling Han's sword actually unleashed nine streaks of sword light, and every sword light was condensed from spiritual energy to form a sword of Origin Energy. This was a little shocking, but it wasn't unacceptable. What was shocking was that the might of every Origin Energy sword reached the level of Ling Han's full power.
In other words, in that instant, it was equivalent to nine Ling Han's attacking Nangong Xing together. How was Nangong Xing supposed to block this?
He couldn't help but think, if it were him, how would he block this attack? The answer instantly shocked him. He could only rely on strength that far surpassed Ling Han's, and use a large area of effect attack to send Ling Han flying, avoiding a direct confrontation with this attack.
In other words, in a battle of the same cultivation level, he simply couldn't block this sword.
How could it be so terrifying?
"Cough, cough." Nangong Xing fell onto the ground and continuously vomited blood. This sword attack of Ling Han was already lenient, but it still heavily injured him.
The others were all speechless. Was this really a Poly Tier One? Could a Poly Tier One also be so ferocious?
Ling Han sheathed his sword and said indifferently, "Bring him away, don't stand here and be an eyesore!"
Nangong Xing vomited another mouthful of blood. So in Ling Han's eyes, he couldn't even be considered as an opponent. He was carried away by the crowd, and his eyes were fixed on Ling Han.
This is not going to end so easily. Not at all.
"Young Master Han …" Zhu Wu Jiu didn't know what to say. Though he was very touched by Ling Han's protective action, in his opinion, it was a meaningless thing, because how could a Poly Tier rival Huyang University?
He had indeed violated the academy's rules.
"If you rely on your own strength to act violently, of course I won't help you." Ling Han looked at him and said seriously, "But Nangong Ji deserved it, so I support you in this matter."
Zhu Wu Jiu clenched his teeth. If the Academy were to blame him, he would definitely shoulder all the blame on himself. He would definitely not implicate Ling Han.
Guangyuan was amused. In his previous impression, Ling Han was a rich nouveau riche, waving his money around until the Earth and Water Faction could only bow their heads. However, from the looks of it, this guy was still a hothead. He even dared to confront Huyang University head-on.
Was Huyang University something that the Earth and Water Faction could compare to?
However, this guy seemed to have very powerful connections. Even the Imperial Guards had to give him some face, so it didn't seem like he was completely messing around.
He couldn't help but smile. This youth was very interesting, and he wanted to see what Ling Han would do next.
En.
Ling Han suddenly turned his head to look into the distance, and saw a young man walking over. His left shoulder was empty, obviously missing an arm. In Huyang University, there were only two people who were missing an arm: Feng Luo, and Can Ye.
However, Feng Luo was missing a right arm, while this person's right arm was perfectly fine, so there was only one possibility.
One of the three Core Disciples of Huyang University, Can Ye, the disciple personally taught by Lian Guang Zu.
Teacher and Master, these were completely different concepts.
Teachers received a salary from the Academy, guided students in their cultivation, and taught things that were common to the Academy. As for Masters, they would carefully pass down their entire life's knowledge, and their relationship was as close as a father and son.
Lian Guang Zu only had one disciple, and that was Can Ye, a crippled youth.
Can Ye walked over slowly, carrying a long saber on his back. His gaze was as sharp as an exceptional treasured saber that had been unsheathed, giving people a feeling that even if a large mountain blocked his path, he would be able to cut it apart with a single slash.
"He has the bearing of a grandmaster …" Guang Yuan said in surprise. The other's cultivation was not worth mentioning, but that aura made even him a little moved.
Ling Han nodded as well. He also felt that this youngster had the potential to become a grandmaster of saber arts in the future. He had experienced this feeling from the Sword Emperor and the Setting Sun Saber Emperor, but Can Ye was too inexperienced now, and only had this kind of sign.
"That strike just now was very strong …" Can Ye looked at Ling Han, his gaze filled with a strong fighting spirit.
"You want to fight me?" Ling Han broke into a smile. This guy was not bad, and he already had the thought of subduing him.
Can Ye thought for a moment, and said, "If I were to face this move now, I only have one chance of dispelling it." He paused, and said, "If I think for another three days and research a way to dispel it, I should have a thirty percent chance."
He was quite honest.
"Then, after three days, we'll fight again …" Ling Han said with a smile.
Can Ye shook his head, and said, "Your cultivation is too weak. I can cut you in two with one slash, and you won't have the chance to use that strike at all."
This could be considered honest, but it was too honest, making people uncomfortable to hear.
Ling Han laughed mischievously, and said, "How about we make a bet …"
"Bet what?" Can Ye asked.
"Let's fight, and if you can't defeat me, you'll be my lackey from now on," Ling Han said.
"You can't possibly be my match, and will only be killed by one slash," Can Ye said with a cold but certain tone, as if it was an emotionless saber.
"That's not for sure." Ling Han smiled, and said, "Let's fight, and if I'm killed by you, that's my fate. If I don't die, you'll be my lackey."
This Can Ye made him think of the Setting Sun Saber Emperor. Perhaps one day, this guy could really become the second Saber Emperor.
Can Ye thought for a moment, and said, "Once I attack, I'll never be lenient, and you'll really die."
"I'm not afraid of death, so what are you afraid of?" Ling Han cracked a smile, and said, "Come, come, come, be my lackey."
Can Ye looked at Ling Han with a puzzled gaze. No matter what, the latter had no chance of survival. He was naturally cold, not only indifferent to socializing with others, but also indifferent to life. In his eyes, a person's life was no different from a dog's.
Since that was the case, he didn't continue speaking, and drew his saber.
With the long saber in hand, his temperament immediately changed greatly, turning from a cold and crippled youth into a god of death. That cold gaze, that threatening killing intent, even Guang Yuan revealed a hint of shock, and couldn't help but flick his fingers, having the urge to eliminate this youth because he felt danger.
"Ling Han," Liu Yutong called out lightly, a bit nervous.
Meanwhile, Hu Niu's eyes shone. Can Ye's pure killing intent made her feel a hint of familiarity, but when she discovered that this killing intent was directed at Ling Han, the little girl immediately shone fiercely, and growled at Can Ye.
"Niu Niu, this opponent is mine," Ling Han said with a smile, and brandished his long sword with a solemn expression.
Can Ye was indeed very strong, and even he had to treat him with caution.
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