My Sword Is Thick, You'll Have to Endure It!

The next day, Lin Xuan stared at the empty room for quite a while before finally processing it.

"Did she leave?"

Lin Xuan sighed.

That girl had left without even a farewell letter to comfort the brother she was leaving behind. He remembered there being one in the original novel. Looks like he had spoiled her too much.

The next time they met, he absolutely had to teach that girl a proper lesson!

After washing up, Lin Xuan headed out toward the academy.

Today was Red Mountain Academy's graduation ceremony, and he needed to collect the academy's letter of recommendation.

Although intermediate academies were also part of the Federation's compulsory education system, they had a certain threshold for admission. Only those who broke through to rank ten Soul Power before graduating from a junior academy and obtained a recommendation letter from their academy were qualified to enroll.

"Students, I'm very pleased to speak to you all here. We have spent these three years of junior academy together, and I have seen all of your efforts."

"Perhaps not every student will be able to enter an intermediate academy, but your teacher believes that each of you has a future of your own..."

In the Soul Master Class, a middle-aged man with a slight beer belly stood at the podium, delivering a speech to the graduates below.

Calling it a graduation ceremony was generous. In truth, it was just Principal Li Yuan giving a speech to the graduating class and trying to stir up some sentiment.

After all, who knew whether one of these children might become a powerful Soul Master in the future?

Lin Xuan sat in the corner, nearly nodding off.

Good grief! He had already come to another world, yet this damned official rhetoric was still chasing after him.

All that stuff about studying math, physics, and chemistry well—when it came to transmigration, the humanities really had them beat. The laws of physics might change, but people didn't.

"Alright! That's all I have to say."

Two and a half hours later, Principal Li finally ended his speech, still seemingly unsatisfied. After Lin Mengxi offered a few words of blessing, everyone gradually filed out.

Those like Lin Xuan who had already broken through rank ten were kept behind separately.

"I'm very happy that there are so many of you this year. You are all the finest students of this class at our academy."

Principal Li said with a smile.

There were over fifty students in the class, but only ten had remained. That was more than in previous years.

"I hope you all have bright futures ahead of you!"

Principal Li smiled as he handed the recommendation letters to them one by one. When he reached Lin Xuan, his face lit up even more brightly.

This was the most outstanding student Red Mountain Academy had produced in a hundred years. Even in those major cities, he would likely rank among the very best.

"You must come back and visit often. Your alma mater will always welcome you!"

Principal Li said kindly to everyone, though his gaze never left Lin Xuan.

Such undisguised behavior naturally stirred jealousy in the others, but there was nothing they could do. Their strength simply could not compare to his!

Tang Wulin merely watched the scene with a cheerful smile. Having a recommendation letter himself was already enough to satisfy him. As for Lin Xuan, he only felt proud to know him.

After exchanging a few polite compliments, they left.

"Brother Xuan! Wait for me!"

On the way home, Tang Wulin suddenly trotted up behind him.

"Wulin, what is it?"

Lin Xuan gave him a puzzled glance.

Several years had passed, and Tang Wulin had grown into his features considerably. It had to be said that the genes of Tang San and Xiao Wu, two gods, were truly powerful.

Tang Wulin was like an exquisitely crafted, oversized porcelain doll. His skin was fair, tender, and smooth enough to make any woman drool at the sight of it. The first impression his delicate, well-behaved face gave was one of beauty and cuteness.

"Brother Xuan! I want to challenge you!"

Tang Wulin gathered his courage and declared to Lin Xuan, his fighting spirit blazing.

Ever since childhood, Lin Xuan had been the child everyone else was compared to. From Martial Souls to Forging, Lin Xuan seemed skilled at everything. Naturally, this had stirred Tang Wulin's competitive spirit.

Although Tang Wulin knew that he most likely would not be Lin Xuan's match, he still wanted to see just how wide the gap between them was.

After all, his goal had always been to become an outstanding Soul Master!

"Sure!"

Seeing Tang Wulin's eager expression, Lin Xuan curled his lips into a smile and nodded.

Na'er had left without saying goodbye today, and he had a bellyful of pent-up frustration. He had been looking for someone to fight.

Tang Wulin was a pretty good choice. He could take a beating!

At a park by the sea, the two youths stood facing each other.

"Brother Xuan!"

Tang Wulin's face was full of seriousness as he watched Lin Xuan, fully on guard.

"To show my respect, I can refrain from using my Martial Soul!"

Lin Xuan spread his hands before him and said arrogantly, as though he did not take Tang Wulin seriously at all.

Provocation was also a kind of tactic.

"You were too careless, Brother Xuan!"

Rather than getting angry at Lin Xuan's provocation, Tang Wulin was delighted. While Lin Xuan had been striking a pose, he had secretly controlled his Blue Silver Grass to creep toward Lin Xuan underground.

"First Soul Skill, Blue Silver Entanglement!"

A golden spirit python suddenly appeared on Tang Wulin's shoulder. This was his soul spirit, the Golden Python.

Although the first soul skill it granted Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass was still Entanglement, its effect was at least twice as strong as the incomplete version.

The white Soul Ring behind Tang Wulin stirred slightly, and seven or eight azure Blue Silver Grass vines suddenly burst from beneath Lin Xuan's feet, binding him firmly in place like blue chains.

"Brother Xuan! Watch out!"

Seeing that his strike had landed, Tang Wulin stomped down and charged toward Lin Xuan.

Against Lin Xuan, whose Soul Power Level was far higher than his own, competing in soul skills was not a good strategy. Close combat was his only chance of winning.

A pair of black Tungsten Steel Hammers appeared in his hands. Though they could not compare to the Thousand-Tempered Deep Silver Hammers he would wield in the future, each hammer still weighed over forty kilograms. If an ordinary person took a blow from one, they would either die or be severely injured.

"Hmm? Strange!"

Lin Xuan tugged at the Blue Silver Grass around his feet, his brows knitting slightly. The grass stretched and twisted into a tangled braid beneath his pull, yet it never broke.

Over the past few years, he had tested every physical training method he could think of before finally choosing a certain bald man's Saitama Body Tempering Technique.

After two and a half years, he had already reached the tenth level of this body-tempering technique. Each level increased Lin Xuan's physical strength by one hundred kilograms. Now, even a casual movement of his carried a full thousand kilograms of force.

"Toughness? A Martial Soul trait?"

After thinking back for a moment, Lin Xuan recalled a few clues. Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass was rather special. It seemed that it would only break once his soul power was completely exhausted.

Having come to this world so long ago, he only remembered a little of the plot from the novels he had read in his previous life. He had forgotten many of these minor details.

"But it doesn't matter much."

Watching the Tungsten Steel Hammer rapidly enlarge before his face, Lin Xuan merely smiled faintly, remaining calm.

A flash of blue light passed through his hand, and a deep blue greatsword appeared in his grasp.

When he completed the thousand tempering, Lin Xuan's work had been a rare metal called Deep Sea Blue Gold. Later, he forged that piece of Deep Sea Blue Gold into this Deep Blue Greatsword.

Bang!

The Tungsten Steel Hammer collided with the greatsword, producing a piercing boom in the air.

Lin Xuan easily blocked the blow.

Tang Wulin's pupils contracted in shock. Brother Xuan had grown much stronger in just a few days.

He had used a running start of several dozen meters. The impact of that hammer blow was no weaker than a fierce wild boar's charge.

Seeing that the attack had failed, Tang Wulin immediately turned and retreated.

After that, he moved around Lin Xuan like a loach, constantly circling and attacking. He struck and withdrew at once every time, never giving Lin Xuan a chance to wrestle with him.

For a moment, hammer shadows filled the sky.

Bound in place, Lin Xuan could only swing his greatsword to block the incoming attacks, occasionally slipping in a counterattack.

Although Lin Xuan had remained on the defensive, any sword master present would have noticed that every swing of his sword precisely struck the weak points in Tang Wulin's offensive.

As a result, Tang Wulin had to expend more strength each time to neutralize Lin Xuan's counterattacks. As one side waned and the other grew, Lin Xuan instead gained the advantage.

"Have you had enough?"

Ten minutes later, Lin Xuan's half-lidded eyes suddenly opened. With a raised hand, he sent Tang Wulin flying back with a single sword strike.

"Brother Xuan! Do you seriously never get tired?"

Tang Wulin stood more than ten meters away, panting heavily. He felt completely drained, yet Lin Xuan still looked radiant and full of energy.

"Now it's my turn."

Lin Xuan did not answer. Instead, he held the greatsword horizontally before him. A gleam flickered in his eyes, and his entire body became like a sharp sword leaving its sheath. A powerful aura erupted from him, soaring straight into the heavens!

Tang Wulin's expression changed. At that moment, Lin Xuan seemed to have merged into one with the greatsword in his hand, and the overwhelming pressure surged toward him like a tide.

Man-Sword Unity—this was the ability Lin Xuan had gained more than a year ago when he trained the Basic Sword Technique to the tenth level.

At this moment, he was the sword!

Whoosh!

A flash of sword light streaked through the air. The Blue Silver Grass that had held on beneath Lin Xuan's feet for so long was instantly severed, while Tang Wulin's face turned pale. The little soul power he had left was directly depleted by that single strike.

I'm screwed!

As Tang Wulin watched Lin Xuan slowly walk toward him, a sense of dread rose in his heart.

Brother Xuan always knew his limits when he attacked, but it really hurt!

"My sword is a little thick, little Wulin. Bear with it!"

Just as expected!

Lin Xuan's mouth curled crookedly as he approached, flashing his usual roguish smile. Carrying the half-man-tall Deep Blue Greatsword in one hand, he strode over eagerly.

At last, it was his turn to have some fun!!!

Seeing this, Tang Wulin turned and ran without hesitation, leaving only a miserable cry behind.

"Brother Xuan~ Don't~"

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