"You're really asking to be hated."
The qilin said helplessly in Young Master Lin's heart.
It hadn't expected Lin Fei to find such a clever way out of his predicament. But seeing the smug look on his face, it couldn't help offering a word of advice.
When Lin Fei rode up to several lagging examinees, they first stared in stunned silence, then angrily shouted, "You're cheating!"
But just then, Zhu Yu and Zhu Lingyun flew past overhead on their swords without even glancing down. The examinees fell silent one after another.
"The guards aren't stopping him. Does that mean this is allowed?"
After thinking it over, the examinees immediately stopped and turned around, racing back toward the city.
Scenes like this kept happening along the way. One examinee after another caught on and hurried back in a panic.
When Lin Fei caught up with the group at the front, their expressions were even more colorful: some were astonished, some furious, and some wore dark looks.
The scholar who looked as if he'd been drained dry was among the leaders. Lin Fei could hardly believe it. And right alongside him was the burly, boar-butcher-looking man in animal hide.
The two exchanged a knowing glance, then sprang forward in perfect unison, charging at Lin Fei on his horse.
"Damn it, they're both martial artists."
Lin Fei jumped in alarm, quickly gripping the stirrups with his legs as he drew his saber with one hand.
The burly man pulled the giant cleaver from his waist and leaped in with a chop, hoping to force Lin Fei off the horse. Lin Fei had no intention of yielding. Their blades met in a shower of sparks, but neither could get the better of the other.
The scholar, who had moved later but arrived first, planted