"Xiu!"
With a piercing sound, the Pear Blossom Spear transformed into a streak of cold light as it headed straight for Zhao Jin's chest. Seeing this, Lin Muyu hurriedly dodged and used the Burning Prairie Sword to block the attack. At the same time, she steered her horse to the side to dodge.
However, just as the Pear Blossom Spear was about to come into contact with the sword's edge, Zhao Jin suddenly shook the spear's shaft. Instantly, battle qi erupted from the tip of the spear and directly surged towards the Burning Prairie Sword. This was the move that Zhao Jin had used to injure Shi Zhonghai.
"Dang!"
Zhao Jin's Pear Blossom Spear had a green Flood Dragon coiled around its shaft. That was his martial soul, and it could greatly increase the force of impact. Furthermore, Lin Muyu's strength was already inferior to her opponent's to begin with. Naturally, she wasn't able to gain any advantage. As the horse passed by her, she suddenly felt a tremor behind her. Zhao Jin had actually turned around and used the shaft of his spear to strike the wall of the gourd.
"Peng!"
Zhao Jin's strength was simply too strong. Furthermore, his horsemanship skills were above Lin Muyu's. He quickly turned his horse around and thrust his spear forward. This was already the second attack.
With a "pu" sound, a hole was pierced through the Black Tortoise's shell. Killing intent flashed across Zhao Jin's eyes as the Flood Dragon on the spear suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of frost.
Lin Muyu hurriedly retreated, but it was already too late. She could only raise her left arm and form five layers of Qi Armor in an attempt to block the frost. However, who would have thought that the frost would be able to pass through the gourd and Qi Armor and directly attack her body? In the next moment, her entire left arm was numb and covered in frost. For a short period of time, she had already lost the ability to fight.
The Burning Prairie Sword in her right hand hurriedly swept across. She had to seize this opportunity to prevent Zhao Jin from attacking again. Otherwise, she would be in danger.
However, what Lin Muyu didn't expect was that Zhao Jin's horsemanship skills could be said to be top-notch. Lying down on his horse, he dodged the sword and suddenly stabbed out with his Pear Blossom Spear!
"Pu!"
It pierced straight into Lin Muyu's right shoulder, leaving a bloody hole in his shoulder. Zhao Jin swiftly pulled out the spear that was stained with the blood of both Lin Muyu and Shi Zhonghai. Without saying a word, he struck out with his spear again. His strength was too strong, and even the Mystic Tortoise Shell and Dragon Scale Wall could not block the Pear Blossom Spear. In an instant, Lin Muyu was at an absolute disadvantage.
Zhao Jin hurriedly urged his horse to retreat to avoid this fatal spear, but the price he had to pay was that Zhao Jin suddenly shook his Pear Blossom Spear and sent the Prairie Fire Sword flying.
"Pa!"
The Burning Prairie Sword spun rapidly in the air and stabbed into the sand dozens of meters away.
Zhao Jin's face was filled with a sinister smile, "Both your arms have been crippled, and you've lost your weapons. What else can you do?"
In the stands, Lei Hong abruptly stood up and shouted, "Zhao Jin, you've already won. Stop!"
Zhao Jin, however, did not care about all this. With a flash of his Pear Blossom Spear, he urged his horse forward, and the Flood Dragon martial soul encircled his body with frost. He had already decided to kill his opponent with a single strike.
The students at the side of the stands were also shocked. When had they ever seen such an intense fight?!
"It's over. That Gold Star Sparring Master is about to be killed!" All the students had the same thought. Some were worried about Lin Muyu, while others were waiting for the scene of blood splattering everywhere.
…
Right at this moment, Lin Muyu suddenly opened her right palm, and streams of blood flowed down her fingers. At the same time, her battle energy transformed into streaks of lightning that scuttled on the ground. The lightning rapidly wrapped around the sword hilt in the distance, and with a "shua" sound, the Burning Prairie Sword was pulled out from the ground. Without even holding onto the sword, she directly struck at Zhao Jin's back.
Zhao Jin was just about to raise his spear and kill when he suddenly felt a surge of killing intent from behind him. He had to be on guard!
He quickly turned around, only to see the dense lightning wrapped around the Burning Prairie Sword.
"Not good!"
He hurriedly raised his Pear Blossom Spear to block, but it was too late. Lin Muyu's attack was too fast and fierce, and did not give him much time to prepare. He did not even have time to fully hold onto the spear shaft. Under the fierce attack of the lightning sword, the Pear Blossom Spear actually flew out of his hands!
"Ah?!"
Zhao Jin's face was full of shock, and the surrounding students were also dumbfounded. One of them took a few steps back, his face full of shock. "It's … it's the Imperial Sword Technique. My god, this Gold Star Sparring Master is actually well-versed in the Imperial Sword Technique?!"
…
"You're asking for death!"
Zhao Jin flew into a rage out of humiliation. He suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, and with a heavy blow, he knocked the Burning Prairie Sword away. He turned around and charged at Lin Muyu. He had already reached the point where if he did not kill Lin Muyu, he would not have the face to continue staying in the Holy Sanctum.
However, when he turned around, he saw that Lin Muyu's injured palm was slightly opened, and his battle qi was transformed into flames. Streams of flames whistled and spiraled, controlling the Burning Prairie Sword from afar. The long sword screamed and spun in the air, and the sound of the sword was extremely sharp!
Lin Muyu's face was somewhat pale. He opened his palm slightly, and the Burning Prairie Sword went straight for Zhao Jin — Flame Spiraling Break!
He had only transformed his battle qi into flames, and did not use the True Dragon Essence Fire. If not, Qin Hao and the other strong martial artists would have been able to see through him. It was not a good thing to expose his own strength too much.
Zhao Jin gave it his all. He held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, and the Flood Dragon Martial Spirit whistled and lingered around him, forming a barrier. His eyes were filled with anger as he said, "Lin Zhi, you lowly commoner, aren't you the Holy Sanctum's strongest defense? Come, test out your grandfather Zhao Jin's defense! "
His actions were exactly what Lin Muyu wanted. With a push of his palm, the Flame Spiraling Break shot out at full speed!
"Dang!"
A crisp sound, and Zhao Jin's sword shattered. However, Zhao Jin was after all a Heavenly King Stage powerhouse, and his reaction speed was not ordinary. As soon as he knew that he could not defend against it, he fell back onto his horse. In the end, the Burning Prairie Sword flew past his nose, just barely managing to not take his life.
As Zhao Jin flipped himself up, he saw Lin Muyu's angry eyes at close range. With a 'pa' sound, Lin Muyu used his injured arm to grab the sword hilt, and the sharp edge of the Burning Prairie Sword pressed against Zhao Jin's right armpit, gently lifting it up!
"Kacha!"
The next moment, Zhao Jin's heart rending scream rang out as his entire arm flew into the air.
Lin Muyu waved her sword, and her battle qi burst into flames. With a 'hua la' sound, the Flame Sword Qi instantly destroyed Zhao Jin's broken arm. Turning around, she pulled out Zhao Jin's Pear Blossom Spear from the ground, before urging her horse towards the stage.
… …
"Yu, you!"
Lei Hong stared with his mouth agape. He could not stop what was happening in time, and when he reached the edge of the stage, he saw Lin Muyu's injured arm drooping at his side, his battle qi melting the frost on his left arm. Holding the Pear Blossom Spear, he cupped his fists with difficulty and said: "I'm sorry, Great Deacon. I accidentally injured Sir Zhao Jin's arm, and I will bear all the punishment. However, Sir Zhao Jin wanted to kill me, but was defeated by me. According to the Empire's rules, his Pear Blossom Spear belongs to me, right?"
"You …"
Lei Hong sighed. The conflict between the Temple and the Divine Marquis Mansion seemed to have deepened because of this Weapons Tempering Day.
Qin Hao stood up and looked at Lin Muyu, smiling faintly as he said: "This kid has guts … and his courage is not bad. I like it! Sir Lei Hong, why don't you let our Ares College have this Gold Star Sparring Master Lin Zhi? We are lacking an instructor with such strength! "
How could Reihom bear to let go of this precious treasure? Lin Muyu could even defeat Zhao Jin. Among the instructors and sparring partners of the Sage Sanctum, he was already the number one. Furthermore, he was blessed by the heavens. Such a talent could not be given to Ares College even if he was beaten to death.
"Dean, you must be joking …"
Lei Hong laughed: "Lin Zhi is a sinner of the Temple. I cannot let him stay in Zhanzheng College and harm your students!"
As he said this, he cleared his throat and announced loudly: "The trial results, Lin Zhi wins! However, Lin Zhi has injured someone too severely, so he will be punished with seven days of closed-door reflection. Men, bring Sir Zhao Jin to treat his injuries! "
Zhao Jin had already fainted on the ground.
Qin Hao looked at Zhao Jin from afar and could not help but laugh: "The Divine Marquis Constabulary's man had his right arm cut off, and his severed limb was crushed by Lin Zhi. This kid is ruthless and courageous, heh … I am afraid the Temple will not be able to bear the consequences this time. Divine Marquis Zeng Yifan is not a pushover!"
Reihom looked at this gloating old friend and said, "Don't be so happy here. After all, this happened in Ares College, and our Divine Temple lost a Gold Star instructor. This debt must be placed on your head. According to the law, Ares College should compensate the Divine Temple 240,000 Gold Hub Coins. However, on account of our friendship, I will wait for you to send the 200,000 Gold Hub Coins to me in the Divine Temple."
Qin Hao was stunned: "You … you are actually talking about money with me? We have been friends for decades, and you are talking about money with me … Moreover, Ares College is just a small town, where do you get so much money from?"
"Come on, the Empire subsidizes Ares College by 2,000,000 Jin Hun coins every year. Don't think I don't know, otherwise, where would you get the money to purchase weapons, warhorses, and even your cavalry of 3,000? Don't hide it from me, pay me back!"
"Alright, alright, alright, alright. You are not young anymore, but your temper is still so bad …"
…
After returning to the sparring team, Lin Muyu took out some healing medicine and sprinkled it on her wound to speed up the healing process. Her face was a little pale. After all, her wound was quite serious, and the Pear Blossom Spear that was imbued with her Martial Soul was not easy to deal with.
"Congratulations, Lin Zhi, you have defeated Zhao Jin …" Qin Ziling said with a smile.
"What's there to congratulate?" Lin Muyu laughed bitterly. "I just poked a hornet's nest."
Ma Lin smiled and said, "Lin Zhi, you have fought hard for us sparring masters. Don't be so humble. From today onwards, you will be the number one person in our Temple!"
"Sigh …" Lin Muyu did not know whether to be happy or unhappy. She lifted her head and saw that all the generals of the Divine Might Battalion had a murderous look on their faces. She had indeed poked a hornet's nest.
"Ziling, what is the background of the Divine Might Battalion?" he asked in a low voice.
Qin Ziling said, "Divine Might Battalion? Oh … that is the private army of the Divine Marquis, Zeng Yifan. Among all the ministers in the Empire, only Zeng Yifan is allowed to raise a private army because of his outstanding military achievements. The Divine Might Battalion has a total of 5,000 people, and they are all strong soldiers who have been through hundreds of battles. I heard that there are more than 10 of them who have reached the Heaven Realm. It is said that the Divine Might Battalion is currently the most elite troop in the world. 5,000 of them are enough to defeat Feng Jixing's 30,000 Imperial Guards. However, this is only a rumor. No one knows how powerful the Divine Might Battalion is. "
Lin Muyu was stunned. "Even Big Brother Feng's 30,000 Imperial Guards are no match for them? That is too exaggerated … "
Qin Ziling smiled slightly. "I am not too sure myself. I have only heard about it. However, within the Imperial Capital's sphere of influence, these two forces are the most tyrannical. One is the Divine Might Battalion, and the other is the Imperial Guards. The Imperial Guards are in charge of protecting the Emperor, while the Divine Might Battalion is in charge of protecting Zeng Yifan. These two forces are constantly in conflict within the Imperial Capital. Fights are a common occurrence. Basically, everyone knows that they look down on each other."
"I see …"
The waters of the Imperial Capital were too deep!
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