Chapter 7: Borrowing a Sword for One Use

  For a moment, someone nodded, yeah, if he really used his power to take advantage of girls, how could he be here?

  "So you're saying it's justified to flirt with girls? Officials covering for each other, who knows what kind of conspiracy is going on inside?"

  "The Beidou Riders aren't the most trustworthy, are they? They're just. If my brother-in-law really had a problem, how would they let him go? And that girl, I'm afraid no one can find her now. You should try to find her, or else when something happens, you won't have enough lives to make up for it." Wu Xiaoye's words became more and more urgent.

  "How can I find it in such a big city like Beidou?"

  Everyone furrowed their brows. Beidou Academy was not lacking in geniuses, and people like Gu Feng were the minority. They had managed to hear something, of course, just a one-sided story, but no one would come out to help Wu Xiaoye now. Everyone was adopting an attitude of watching the show.

  "I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore, get out of the way." Gu Feng wasn't angry about that girl anymore, he just wanted to save face from yesterday.

  "What if I don't let you?"

  "I'll beat you up too, don't think just because you're a woman I won't dare to lay a hand on you!"

  "It's not okay to tease girls, but it's okay to bully them? You're really a good senior." Wu Xiaoye said without giving in, and she was still worried that her brother might have recovered his memory again, which would be terrible.

  "This...this..."

  "I have a proposal, according to the rules of Beidou Academy, whoever doesn't agree can settle it with a duel. How about it, little sister? Let your brother and Gu Feng fight a duel, what do you say?" Zuo Yin suddenly interrupted, glancing at Wu Xiaoye's sharp-toothed mouth.

  "Alright, little soldier, I'm formally challenging you to a duel!" Gu Feng's eyes lit up at the words, for a duel was exactly what he wanted. He had to prove that he hadn't been defeated by this guy with his strange and mysterious martial arts, and regain the face he lost yesterday.

  "You..." Wu Xiao Ye glared fiercely at Zuo Lin Lin: "My cousin is in a bad state now, I'll..."

  "I accept your duel!"

  Wu Xiaoye was just about to say that she would replace Wu Ya in the duel when she suddenly heard her brother's voice coming from behind.

  Turning back, I don't know when my brother had already woken up, with a faint smile on his face. Hmm, this faintness seems to be desperately hiding something, and between his eyebrows, there seems to be an urge to laugh loudly at the sky.

  "Older male cousin..."

  "Alright, you're quite bold! I'll go easy on you because of your courage. Let's go, to the North Dipper Battle Platform!"

  "That's enough, this is sufficient!"

  "Excuse me, sir, this isn't..."

  "Lend me your sword for a moment!"

  Wu Ya didn't wait for Zuo Linlin to finish speaking, and quickly snatched a decorative sword hanging from the waist of a certain brother next to him, pointing it at Gu Feng. The sword's momentum rose, and the wind seemed to rotate beside Wu Ya. The decorative sword emitted a faint humming sound as the mysterious energy on it fluctuated.

  "As you wish!"

  The ancient maple energy was extreme, and this little soldier actually took out a decorative sword to fight against his own three-stage mysterious soldier. It was simply seeking death. With a "ding" sound, the two retreated at the same time, and the people around them made way for another empty space: "Little soldier egg, hurry up and take out your brick mysterious soldier! This kind of broken weapon also dares to collide with my three-stage mysterious soldier, shatter it for me!"

  "Hmm..."

  The response was the sound of a decorative sword humming, Wu Ya didn't speak, seemingly still with his eyes closed, but in an instant he opened them again, and his shadowy figure flew swiftly. In the blink of an eye, Wu Ya had already arrived in front of Gu Feng, his sword lightly thrusting out. Yes, it seemed very light, yet upon collision, it was a clashing of metal, an unbelievable scene unfolding before everyone's eyes.

  The so-called third-grade quality Xuanbing was heavily bounced back, Gu Feng was shocked and retreated several steps. Before he could react, the sword had already arrived in front of him again. This time it was Gu Feng's hand that Xuanbing fell to the ground, but the body-connected Xuanbing flew up again in an instant to block Wu Yue's fourth sword. Unfortunately, it was already too late, and the curved knife could only hum and whine beside Gu Feng.

  The sword was already pointing at Gu Feng's brow, and with just a slight probe, Gu Feng would be gone.

  "For you, there's no need to mobilize my divine soldiers, ordinary weapons are enough, three swords are enough!" Wu Ya said calmly, lightly putting away his sword and walking back to the front of the brother who borrowed the sword, handing it over to him. The brother took it with a wooden expression, but just as he did, a gust of wind blew by, and the decorative sword suddenly scattered into particles, blown away from the brother's hand.

  "Uh, sorry, how much is this sword? I'll compensate you for it."

  "No, no need, it's just for decoration, it's worthless!" Ren brother blinked and swallowed his saliva to reply.

  "Oh, then I'll treat you to dinner another day!"

  The silver coins in the waist bag won't be taken out to lose face, although this sword is used for show, it's not just a few silver coins. He walked to Xiao Ye's side and said, "Let's go, Xiao Ye, hurry up and take me to the library!"

  "Oh!"

  Wu Xiaoye nodded, and was pulled by Wu Ya towards the other end of the exhibition hall. Their footsteps grew faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared from everyone's sight. A loud explosion sounded from behind, "What just happened?"

  "That defeat was inflicted by an ordinary decorative sword wielder who defeated the Eight-Section Fists practitioner, and possessed a third-grade curved knife of ancient learning."

  "Only three swords, I didn't misjudge, did I?"

  "Seems right, what's his Xuan Qi segment?"

  "It seems like the one wielding the sword is at six dan, but I only have seven dan strength, it doesn't feel quite right."

  "I also feel like it's six segments, you guys think he will be the sixth segment of the Palm Army? Dressing up as a pig to eat a tiger?"

  "It's impossible!"

  Everyone went crazy discussing, as if to unravel the mystery of Wu Jue's everything. Unfortunately, the more they unraveled, the more shocked and unbelievable it became, too terrifying. Everyone looked at that sword-borrowing gentleman, shook their heads, and the sword turned to dust. It was impossible for the sword to have any tricks up its sleeve; it could only be said that the defeated swordsman's skills had already reached a level where he could transcend ranks and challenge others.

  "It's impossible, how can this be, I've lost again... He hasn't even used his Xuanbing yet... Pffft..." Gu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight down, accidentally hitting his head again, causing the bandaged area to seep with blood.

  Zuo Yin looked down at the ancient maple that had fallen to the ground, but her eyes were fixed on the direction where Wu Yue had left. After a while, she let out a cold hum and turned around to walk outside the exhibition hall, not even bothering with Zhan Heng's exhibition anymore.

  It wasn't until much later that the crowd of onlookers finally dispersed, and someone with a kind heart came to carry away Gu Feng, who had been badly beaten, for medical treatment. However, no one noticed that the once agile broken sword slowly fell silent.

  As for punishing the losers, everyone temporarily forgot about it, and those who remembered didn't think they were stronger than Gu Feng.

  "Brother, you...you've finally decided to use your sword!" Wu Xiaoye grabbed hold of Wu Ya, who was getting impatient, and gazed at him with sparkling eyes. She then said something that made Wu Ya feel inexplicably strange - the sorrow of "losing one's memory". Before he could respond, Wu Xiaoye carefully asked: "Brother, you...you haven't regained your memories, have you?"