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  "How dare you!"

  "Good-for-nothing, lawless thing!"

  The three formal swordsmen indeed received Gongsun Zhi's order and came to find Wang Ting, wanting to cripple him first or drag him down, indirectly weakening his combat strength, to ensure that Gongsun Zhi would win the upcoming duel one hundred percent.

  At first, they didn't know what method to use to force Wang Ting to take action, to have a fair and honest fight with him. But who would have thought that this kid was so cooperative? They only needed to slightly provoke him with words, and he immediately started fighting with the three of them. Isn't this just asking for trouble?

  Even if one is a mid-tier swordsman, it's not necessarily possible to cope with the simultaneous attack of three formal swordsmen.

  Thinking of the task that Gong Sun had entrusted to them, they were about to complete it. The few of them would soon be equivalent to standing in front of Gong Sun and making great contributions. The three men's faces already couldn't help but reveal a look of wild joy, even the hand holding the sword was slightly trembling due to excessive excitement.

  But soon, their beautiful dream was ruthlessly torn apart.

  The king's court with swords drawn, was completely without any reserve.

  The swordsmanship of my thirty-six swords, wielded with ease and speed like lightning.

  Although the three formal swordsmen were fully prepared to deal with Wang Ting's sneak attack, however, facing Wang Ting's one sword that adjusted his physical body to its best state using sixth-grade spiritual engraving, it was completely useless.

  The swordsman on the right had just drawn his sword, and its blade was already flashing with a bloodthirsty glow. As he gripped the hilt of his sword, a streak of crimson light flashed across his wrist, and the blades clashed together in a swift motion, striking each other with deadly precision.

  Bang!

  In the void, a crisp sound of metal clashing suddenly burst out.

  This time Wang Ting drew his sword, and he didn't show any mercy at all. Under the precise and perfect control of his sixth-level spiritual power, his sword had already directly severed the formal swordsman's wrist tendon, completely disabling him. Amidst the latter's mournful cry, with the help of another swordsman's shock force, Wang Ting suddenly shifted his body, and the third sword almost touched his shoulder, stabbing into empty space.

  One hit landed, and after smoothly dodging the counterattacks of two formal swordsmen, Wang Ting's footsteps stepped out once again.

  A powerful spiritual force continuously calculated the trajectory of this formal swordsman's sword fall, counterattack trajectory, and the instantaneous shadow step under his feet had already circled around to his side. At the moment he launched a killing strike, anticipating the enemy's move, one sword fell on his weak link with a later start but earlier arrival.

  "Hum!"

  The sword trembled.

  The formal swordsman's counterattack was parried, and then Wang Ting's sword came to life, slashing down along the opponent's sword and cutting off half of his palm.

  As he let out a miserable cry, the sword in his hand fell along with half of his palm. At the same time, Wang Ting kicked out with one foot and hit the hilt of the falling sword, using a clever force to kick it flying, shooting towards the last formal swordsman like a hidden projectile.

  "Despicable!"

  The formal swordsman let out a loud cry and instantly drew his sword.

  Bang!

  The incoming sword was knocked flying with one blow.

  However, he had just barely managed to knock the sword away, and before he could make another move, a cold sword tip was already steadily pressed against his throat.

  "Hiss!"

  The last formal swordsman's every move came to an abrupt halt at this moment.

  At this time, as long as he dares to make any slight movement again, the chill on the sword's blade will easily slash his fragile throat.

  The siege of three formal swordsmen, which even a mid-tier swordsman might not be able to handle, was easily broken by Wang Ting.

  "Wang Ting..."

  The young man's gaze swept over his two friends, whose tendons had been severed and half of their palms had been cut off. A look of terror flashed in his eyes as he couldn't believe that this youth, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, was so formidable and ruthless. His voice, which had initially been slightly stern, suddenly became fearful: "Wang Ting, we're just following orders... We can't stop you now, and we've already received our due punishment... Spare us..."

  "Punishment?"

  The sword in Wang Ting's hand moved instantly, and at the moment when this young man realized something was wrong, his face changed drastically as he tried to quickly retreat. A burst of blood light had already shot out from his wrist, and his fate followed that of the first swordsman, with the tendons on his wrist severed...

  "You're not worthy of holding swords!"

  Wang Ting finished speaking and completely ignored these three formal swordsmen with fear on their faces, heading straight to the dueling arena.

  No need to ask too much, when you arrive at the dueling arena, just look at the direction of the crowd flow, and you can guess where the duel is taking place.

  As they watched Wang Ting leave, the faces of these three formal swordsmen were filled with resentment, hatred and anger, but more so, it was fear towards this young man.

  "My hand, my hand... damn it!"

  "Oh no, I've actually torn a tendon! It's all over, it's all over. A torn tendon, and my financial situation is so bad that I won't be able to afford the medicine for recovery. It's all over, it's all over!"

  "This is too terrifying, is this the kind of strength a newcomer should have? We are three formal swordsmen, and yet we were all defeated by him alone? Is this something that a high-ranking warrior's newcomer can do?"

  "What to do? We're not only crippled, but also failed to complete Master Gong Sun's task. What to do? Once we lose our value, Master Gong Sun will definitely not reuse us, and we won't even be kept as core disciples of the academy..."

  "I used to be a formal swordsman, and my peers in the family would avoid me, even if I bullied them, they wouldn't dare fight back. Now that I've lost one hand and can no longer hold a sword, returning to the family will surely make those bastards take advantage of me, what should I do!"

  The three formal swordsmen were filled with a tone of terror, their faces covered in gloom.

  A wrong decision, and they pay the price with their own future.

  However, since they decided to follow Gongsun Zan and sacrifice Wang's court to advance their own careers, they should have been prepared for failure.

  ……

  The fear of three formal swordsmen, Wang Ting did not know, and even if he knew, he would not care at all.

  At this moment, he had already arrived at the location of the dueling arena in the academy.

  The Xuanzhong Advanced Swordsmen Academy generally prohibits private duels. If there are contradictions, they must be held on the dueling field, which has become an iron rule of the academy. Therefore, the range occupied by the dueling field is not small.

  Among scholars, there will be academic competition, and among martial artists, they will compete with each other. If a swordsmanship school prohibits students from private duels, its nature is simply equivalent to letting scholars no longer have any comparative debates.

  "Wang Ting! Wang Ting has arrived!"

  "This is Wang Ting, I know him, we had a class together before."

  "I heard that Wang Ting has already become a formal swordsman, is it true? He looks so young, isn't he a freshman? Freshmen are only sixteen years old."

  "Whatever, even if he is a formal swordsman, his opponent today is Gong Sun Zuo, the senior fellow apprentice of our college. Gong Sun Zuo is one of the core students in our college, an elite among elites, a master among masters. Even some ordinary instructors are no match for him. This Wang Ting may be formidable, but choosing Gong Sun Zuo as his opponent means he's heading straight to defeat."

  "That's not necessarily true. If there was no hope of winning, why would he come to duel? After all, dueling can result in one side dying, who would joke about their own life?"

  "Have you forgotten? This duel, it was because of Miss Hailin that it started. Hailin said that if the king wins, she will agree to be his girlfriend. For Hailin's sake, even if it means risking one's life, we must go."

  "What! This scoundrel actually dares to have improper thoughts about Miss Hailin, it's simply asking for death."

  "Kill him! Young Master Gong Sun Zao killed him. He actually dared to lay a hand on Miss Hailin, without even considering his own status!"

  ……

  As Wang Tingyi entered the dueling arena, all sorts of discussions erupted from the crowd, a multitude of voices gathering together, and for a moment, the originally somewhat chaotic dueling arena became even more disorderly, it was simply like a vegetable market.

  "Wang Ting."

  Wang Ting quickly arrived at the agreed duel site when he suddenly heard Qin Qing's voice in his ear.

  As he turned his head, he happened to see Qin Qing waving at him not far from the dueling arena. Beside her were her good friend Liu Ruo Si, Shi Ruojian who had taught him the art of sword burial, and Bei Wuya, a senior disciple of the Xuanzhong Swordsmanship Academy whom Wang Ting had met once before.

  After a moment of hesitation, considering the kindness that Master Xi Ruojian had shown him in teaching him the Burial Sword Technique, Wang Ting still walked over.

  "Practice makes perfect."

  After a moment, Wang Ting added: "Qin Qing, senior."

  As for others, including Beiwuya, a direct disciple of Shang Mingyuan, he was directly ignored by him.

  Liu Ruxi rolled her eyes and ignored him, while Bei Wuyue slightly furrowed his brow. Originally, he had intended to mention Wang Ting's name to the principal if he really became a formal swordsman, considering his young age and potential. However, seeing how rude he was now, this thought naturally dissipated silently.

  Qin Qing didn't notice these changes, but Xi Ruojian did. She let out a soft sigh in her heart, and her face still maintained a smile: "Wang Ting, how is it? Do you have confidence?"

  Wang Ting nodded: "As long as he doesn't break through to a high-ranking swordsman, there's no problem."

  "Hmph."

  When Wang Ting said this again, Qin Qing endured it, but Liu Ruo Si couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  Even Bei Wuyan's mouth corner floated a hint of sarcastic smile: "Jian, this little genius from Bi Shui City is really interesting."

  Xi Ru Jian's face also looked somewhat embarrassed.

  Although Wang Ting had learned the Burial Sword Technique and showed unparalleled talent in swordsmanship and physical skills, his actual strength was approaching that of a mid-tier swordsman, but Xi Ruojian didn't think that Wang Ting already had the qualifications to look down on any mid-tier swordsman.

  "Alright, Wang Ting, don't be arrogant. Gong Sun Mu is a mid-tier swordsman from a renowned family, and he has inherited the supreme swordsmanship of the Gong Sun family, which is an extremely powerful technique. Although I don't know how far he has cultivated this technique, you must not underestimate him. You need to take advantage of his underestimation and catch him off guard to gain the upper hand. Do you understand?"

  "I will."

  Wang Ting nodded slightly.

  But what his thoughts were in his heart, no one knew.

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