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  Witnessing this scene, not only were the many students who had been waiting for a good show stunned, but even the remaining formal swordsman and one of the main characters, Zhongjie Swordsman Gong Sunmu, was also stunned on the spot.

  Let go!?!

  How dare Wang Ting take action?

  To take the initiative to attack in front of three formal swordsmen and kick one of them until he spits out blood?

  This is just like a bandit surrounded by the army, those elite soldiers hadn't even captured him yet, he actually dared to provoke them first, this behavior is simply asking for death.

  The students waiting for a good show thought he was looking for death. Gong Sun Zan, and another formal swordsman were the same.

  And in the next moment, the formal swordsman who couldn't bear it first had turned his anger into action.

  "You're looking for death!"

  The formal swordsman let out a loud shout and suddenly stretched out his hand to tightly grasp the hilt of his sword, and in the next moment, he was about to draw his sword from its scabbard.

  "Clang!"

  He hadn't even drawn his sword yet, but someone else was faster than him.

  King's Court!

  Just as he was about to draw his sword, Wang Ting had already flashed out his sword, Ruo Sheng, its icy blade pointing directly at this formal swordsman. With a sharp gust of wind, it stopped steadily in front of the formal swordsman's throat, less than 0.01 millimeters from his skin.

  Even the fine hairs on his skin could clearly sense the icy chill emanating from the sword at the other's waist.

  Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

  Hurry!

  Faster than ordinary people can imagine!

  Although this formal swordsman was shocked by Wang Ting's daring move earlier, the speed at which Wang Ting drew his sword from its scabbard was indeed extremely fast, and even he, a formal swordsman, couldn't guarantee that he could practice his sword-drawing speed to such an extent.

  "Do you want to move up the duel time?"

  Wang Ting turned his head, his eyes falling on Gong Sun Zan, who also had his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

  Gongsun's face sank, his eyes fixed intently on Wang Ting, who was within arm's reach, as if he had only just seen clearly the opponent who dared to accept a duel with him, a mid-ranking swordsman.

  "Has he finally become an official swordsman?"

  "Answer my question."

  Gongsun Shu looked at the formal swordsman who was staring at him with fear and a hint of pleading in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and slowly removed his hand from the hilt of his sword.

  "Let him go."

  "Whoosh!"

  Sheathe your sword and return it to its scabbard.

  The entire process went smoothly without any stagnation.

  Seeing this scene, a sharp light flashed in Gong Sun's eyes: "Aren't you afraid that I will turn against you?"

  "Are you going back on your word?"

  Wang Ting's gaze withdrew from Gong Sun's body and walked directly towards the outside of the side hall.

  "I don't care."

  Gongsun's eyes twitched and his hand trembled, almost re-grasping the hilt of his sword and drawing it again...

  But he endured it.

  So many people witnessed what happened, if he were to go back on his word, then from that day on, he would not be able to set foot in the Xuanzhong High-Level Swordsmen Academy again.

  Of course...

  And another very important point...

  That is, he also did not see clearly how Wang Ting drew his sword at that time.

  "Rohua, take Wangzi Department to the infirmary."

  "Yes!"

  Luohua responded with a sound, and her face also looked somewhat unpleasant.

  The feeling of being pointed at the throat by someone else's sword is something that no one would like.

  Soon, Luo Hua arrived at Wang Zibu's side. However, when he noticed Wang Zibu's miserable state at the moment, his face suddenly changed: "His ribs are broken... not just one!"

  The cafeteria, which had become quiet due to the conflict, suddenly erupted in several gasps of cold air after hearing Luo Hua's words.

  Gongsun's face turned even colder: "This little beast, actually dared to use such a heavy hand!"

  "Gongsun Xuechang, you must avenge Zibu!"

  "Don't worry, three days later, I will definitely make him kneel down in front of me on the dueling field and beg for mercy!"

  Gongsun Zu said that he couldn't stay in the cafeteria anymore. He had lost so much face here, and now he didn't have the heart to eat anything else.

  As soon as Gong Sun and others left, the entire cafeteria was filled with intense discussions, all kinds of comments, shock, and constant echoes in the main hall and side halls. Even some students who were dining in private rooms heard the commotion and came out to ask what had happened.

  "What's wrong?"

  In the private room inside the side hall, a man looked up and asked.

  At this moment, there are ten people sitting in this private room, six men and four women, including Xi Ruojian and Bei Wuyan.

  These people's ages are basically between fifteen and thirty years old, and their cultivation is, without exception, all above formal swordsmen. Not to mention formal swordsmen, the two with the lowest cultivation have already reached mid-level swordsmen. The man who spoke up at this moment was full of vigor from head to toe, obviously having cultivated to the level of a great swordsman.

  "Fourth Master, just now there was a fight outside, so it caused some people to discuss."

  The one speaking was a high-ranking swordsman in his twenties, sitting right next to Bei Wuyan.

  "A fight?"

  The young man, respectfully referred to as Fourth Senior Brother, slightly furrowed his brow: "Nowadays, the quality of students is getting lower and lower. No wonder our Xuanzhong Advanced Swordsmen Academy has started to decline, with each generation being worse than the last. It seems that in the future, I'll have to suggest to the principal to raise the threshold for recruiting students, lest we ruin the originally good academic atmosphere of our academy by admitting all sorts of students."

  "This matter is indeed worth mentioning, but this time the two parties involved in the fight are quite interesting. One of them is actually a core student from our college, an elite and a formal swordsman, while the other one is just a new freshman who was summoned this year."

  "Core student? Bullying freshmen? That core student has also lowered himself too much."

  "Haha, Fourth Brother, you were wrong this time. It wasn't the core disciple bullying the new student, but rather the new student bullying the core disciple. There were three core disciples, and I only recognized one of them, Gong Sun Mo, a seed core disciple. The other two didn't leave much of an impression on me. However, these two were just about to cause trouble for that new student when they were quickly taken down by him. One of them was defeated before he could even make a move, and the other had his throat pressed against by the opponent's sword, forcing Gong Sun Mo to intervene and let the opponent retreat safely. From what those people said, this new student seems to be quite interesting."

  "Oh? Gong Sun Suo? The Vice Dean of Manchester is planning to take him as a nominal disciple and observe him, that core seed disciple Gong Sun Suo?"

  This man who was called Fourth Master clearly had heard of Gong Sun Zan's name.

  It's him.

  "Interesting, a core seed disciple actually suffered a great loss at the hands of a newcomer. Who is that newcomer? It's worth observing, if their potential is good, they can be nurtured slightly, and who knows, maybe one day they'll have the hope of becoming a great swordsman and competing for a noble title."

  "I'll take note of it."

  The man who was told responded with a "yes".

  A small episode, which did not affect the atmosphere in the box, although Wang Ting's fight with Wang Zibu and Luo Hua earlier had sparked some interest among them, but it was only a little interest, and it was impossible to let these mid-tier swordsmen, high-tier swordsmen, and great swordsmen spend much energy on him.

  The brilliant era brought by the Sword Sovereign has gradually faded away, and the era of a hundred saints competing for dominance in the Eastern Alliance a thousand years ago has become history. The imperial power is rising, and the nobles are ruling the world. Compared to a talented swordsman with unlimited potential, they pay more attention to which young and handsome noble recently obtained a title, what background he has, how far he can go on his official career, and whether he is worth winning over.

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