After dealing with Wang Zheyong, Lin Shuguang headed straight on.
Before long, he saw the senior student at station nine send a freshman flying with a single sword strike. Sheathing his sword, the senior said indifferently, "You're too weak. You won't get any points from me."
"Damn it!" The student who had been sent flying looked upset. He was about to turn and leave when he unexpectedly spotted Lin Shuguang. He instinctively stopped, then involuntarily took a step back.
Zhang Xiang, who manned station nine, noticed this and couldn't help looking curiously at Lin Shuguang.
He seemed to want to know why that freshman was afraid of this newcomer.
"You want a score token too?"
Zhang Xiang couldn't see anything unusual, and Lin Shuguang's appearance didn't match any of the prodigies he remembered. He immediately put his curiosity aside and raised an eyebrow as he asked.
"How many points do you have left?" Lin Shuguang asked the same question again.
Zhang Xiang frowned slightly. "Kid, don't aim beyond your reach. My points aren't that easy to-"
Before he could finish speaking.
Lin Shuguang slashed down with his saber. "You talk too much."
His surging saber force crashed down like a tidal wave.
Zhang Xiang's expression darkened. He was considerably stronger than Wang Zheyong, at least, and knew to strike back.
He snorted coldly, his Sword Light fierce!
He wanted to teach this newcomer who didn't know the rules a lesson, so the power he unleashed far exceeded what he had used against the previous freshman.
The explosive ringing of his sword sounded like a blaring steam whistle.
But suddenly, this rainbow-like Sword Light seemed to encounter the greatest crisis of its existence. Zhang Xiang's charging body froze in midair.
His expression changed drastically.
He hadn't stopped of his own accord.