The Might of Saber Techniques

[Defeated a Second Tier Martial Artist, Martial Virtue Points +19]

[Promoted Martial Virtue, Martial Virtue Points +1]

[Promoted Martial Virtue, Martial Virtue Points +1]

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The system prompts left Shi Yan deeply gratified.

Beating Du Lu had been more strenuous, and sure enough, he had gained an extra Martial Virtue Point.

As for the subsequent "spreading martial virtue," he had received 8 Martial Virtue Points.

He still did not fully understand the mechanism behind spreading martial virtue, but presumably it only counted when people witnessed it firsthand, and was related to both the number of spectators and how spectacular the fight was.

If so, then competing in more matches would be greatly beneficial in the future.

"Shi Yan, take them down!"

"Amazing—you've made history!"

"Get on Ring No. 3!"

The freshmen below were still fired up, shouting without pause. Some who loved stirring up trouble even urged Shi Yan to head for Ring No. 3.

There were five rings here, and the strength of their defenders varied. Ring No. 1 had the weakest defender, and the higher the number, the stronger they became. Ring No. 5 was the strongest.

The Senior on Ring No. 3 was considerably stronger than the one on Ring No. 2.

Shi Yan instinctively looked toward Ring No. 3, where the battle had long since ended.

Just as expected, the one standing on the ring was still an upperclassman Senior.

The two rings were dozens of meters apart, and Shi Yan could not sense him clearly enough to know the exact level of his vitality and blood.

However, according to the intelligence Li Tao had provided, the defender of Ring No. 3 had around 300 vitality and blood, Ring No. 4 had around 400, while Ring No. 5 was guarded by a Martial Artist at the peak of the Second Tier.

Tightening his grip on the saber, Shi Yan stepped down from Ring No. 2 and walked toward Ring No. 3.

The freshmen's heckling grew even louder, while the Senior Students' expressions changed again and again.

Judging by Shi Yan's performance just now, he only had a little over 200 vitality and blood. Who had given him the nerve to challenge a Martial Artist with 300 vitality and blood?

"Freshman Shi Yan requests Senior's guidance."

Shi Yan did not care what others thought. Right now, he only wanted to test where his limits lay.

In his battle against Du Lu just now, he had not used his Perfected Level saber technique. He did not know whether it could make up for a gap of several dozen points of vitality and blood.

"Second-year Fang Kun. Young man, I advise you not to be too high-spirited."

Fang Kun extended his long staff. After saying only that, he smashed it toward Shi Yan.

This was no longer about teaching freshmen a lesson. It was about preserving the Senior Students' dignity.

The staff descended with overwhelming force, yet Shi Yan chose to meet it head-on.

It had to be said that with several dozen more points of vitality and blood, the difference in strength became obvious.

That blow numbed Shi Yan's wrist.

But Shi Yan did not know that Fang Kun was even more shocked.

With the saber's 480-pound weight combined with Shi Yan's rapid strikes, Fang Kun suffered an even fiercer recoil, as though he had struck a small mountain.

But the battle did not end there. Fang Kun roared, "Thousand Troop Staff Sweep!"

The next second, the Alloy Staff flipped around and shook out dozens of staff shadows, sweeping toward Shi Yan.

Every staff tip struck precisely at Shi Yan's acupoints and vital spots.

It was utterly seasoned and ruthless.

"Wonderful."

Shi Yan's eyes lit up. When an expert made a move, one immediately knew whether they had the goods.

No wonder this was Ring No. 3. Whether in vitality and blood or technique, it far surpassed Ring No. 2.

This application of the staff technique was far stronger than Du Lu's swordsmanship.

Shi Yan no longer held back, unleashing the Perfected Level Explosive Flame Eighteen Sabers in a torrent.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Eighteen rings in total, every one striking the Alloy Staff.

When the final ring faded, the Alloy Staff fell to the ground as well.

Fang Kun's hands trembled slightly, disbelief filling his eyes. A moment later, as he looked at the fiery-red saber pointed at him, a flash of desolation passed through his gaze. "I lost."

Without using supernatural abilities, even with several dozen more points of vitality and blood, he could not defeat Shi Yan.

He had practiced staff techniques for ten years, yet facing Shi Yan's saber technique, Fang Kun felt as though he were facing his great-grandfather, who had practiced the staff his entire life.

He could neither break in nor get out.

That despair made him want to cry.

Shi Yan had struck every blow against the saber. If those attacks had landed on Fang Kun's body, he would probably have been riddled with bloody holes by now.

"What?!"

Seeing Fang Kun admit defeat, the crowd erupted once more.

This was an even cleaner loss than Du Lu's!

The second-year students all stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

Everyone knew Fang Kun. He came from a family of staff fighters in the north, and the staff in his hands had defeated countless people of the same year. He had already made something of a name for himself at Magic Martial University.

Yet someone so formidable had actually lost to a freshman in a single exchange.

If they had not seen the weapons lying on the ground, everyone would have thought Fang Kun was putting on an act.

After all, a weapon was practically a martial artist's second life. If one was disarmed on the battlefield, death would not be far off!

No one would endure the humiliation of having their weapon knocked away just for the sake of acting.

"At least Great Accomplishment-level saber techniques... How did he do it?"

A woman's voice sounded above Li Tao's head.

As soon as the voice fell, Li Tao's scalp went numb. "Sis, why are you here?"

Li Tao turned to look at his six-foot-tall sister.

Didn't fourth-years have a lot to do? How did she have time to come running over here?

Li Tao got slapped on the head.

"Since she's here, naturally I came to take a look."

Li Yuqing spoke blandly, then shot her younger brother a dangerous look.

"You got beaten up like this. You're quite capable, aren't you? I'll deal with you later!"

"Spare me."

Li Tao's expression turned miserable as his gaze swept randomly around the surroundings.

The "she" his sister meant was naturally Zhang Yunya, whom she did not get along with very well.

But there were simply too many people today, and he did not spot Zhang Yunya anywhere.

"What a monster. His saber technique improved again—Perfected Level?"

In a corner by the arena, Zhang Yunya stood with her arms folded, and the shock in her heart was no less than anyone else's.

She had spent two and a half months with Shi Yan, so she knew his saber technique better than anyone.

Seeing his Great Accomplishment-level saber technique before had already left her astonished beyond words, but after not seeing him for barely half a day, his saber technique had advanced another step. Who was she even supposed to tell that to?

"It's a Perfected Level saber technique. Xiaoya, you've rendered great merit."

At some point, Gu De had appeared behind Zhang Yunya. Looking toward Arena No. 3, an undisguised delight appeared on his face.

Trying his utmost to recruit Shi Yan into Magic Martial University might have been the most satisfying and successful enrollment effort of his life.

"Ahem, Teacher Gu, it's only right that I look after Junior Brother."

Zhang Yunya's pretty face reddened slightly. Well, Shi Yan's outstanding performance was partly her doing too!

She also knew that the school's teachers and leaders were watching her. Pulling Shi Yan over as a shield could spare her some unnecessary trouble.

"I think you should call Shi Yan Junior Brother."

Gu De smiled, but his words made Zhang Yunya's eyes suddenly widen.

Her teacher had actually taken Shi Yan in!?

"No, my teacher is retiring next year..."

"It was a last-minute decision. Your car's fixed, right? Hand it over. It's temporarily confiscated!" Gu De held out his hand, watching Zhang Yunya.

"Knew I couldn't escape it."

Zhang Yunya looked aggrieved, but she obediently did as told.

At the same time, she added another mark against Shi Yan in her heart. Why did he have to mention that she had gone to get her car repaired...

On the arena, Shi Yan sheathed his saber, a faint joy rising in his heart.

Fang Kun had provided more Martial Virtue Points than Du Lu—twenty-four in all.

"Senior Fang, thank you for going easy on me. Actually, I took advantage of my saber's weight. Otherwise, you could have held on for another dozen seconds or so."

"You!"

Fang Kun froze. Was that any way to talk?!

But a loss was a loss. In the end, he could only snort coldly and step down from the arena.

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