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  "The harmony of muscles and bones is indeed the cultivation of a mid-tier swordsmen."

  A loud shout triggered a surge of energy, and several great swordsmen who were close by, as well as the deputy dean Beige from afar, all saw Wang Ting's true strength.

  Although they had already received relevant information and learned that Wang Ting had joined the Academy Core with the strength of a mid-tier swordsman, hearing is virtual and seeing is real. Witnessing Wang Ting's display of mid-tier swordsman strength firsthand was completely different from what they had heard.

  "This young master, not yet seventeen years old, that is to say, he's just a little over sixteen years old. At the age of sixteen, he has already become a mid-tier swordsman, this cultivation speed is truly astonishing. If he can defeat Li Mu, a high-tier swordsman, in this battle, then he would have met the admission standards for the Divine Selection Swordsmanship Academy."

  On the auditorium, Vice President Bei Ge nodded at Dong Qi with a tone of appreciation.

  "It's really not bad, this time around. Our Xuanzhong Advanced Swordsman Academy didn't produce any particularly outstanding talents, and I originally thought that the entrance exam for the Divine Selection Swordsman Academy would be just a formality for us. But unexpectedly, this young man has given us a glimmer of hope."

  "Yes, I heard that those few colleges, each college can send out four or five people. If our Xuanzhong Advanced Swordsman College has fewer people than them, it would indeed be embarrassing in terms of face."

  The conversation between the two deputy deans did not deliberately suppress their voices, and it was not only the great swordsmen-level mentors behind them who heard clearly, but also Beiwu Ya, Xi Ruojian, Jing Feng, Ye Congyun and others also heard clearly.

  Two deputy deans unexpectedly sent Wang Ting to the Divine Selection Swordsmen Academy for further study, and in Beiwu Ya's eyes, a high-level swordsman, a look of envy and jealousy appeared.

  Wang Ting, in his eyes, was just a kid with some potential, but he could never enter the upper echelons of society. Even if he showed some talent for a while, once he left the academy and entered society, he would still have to bow down to the nobles of the kingdom. In the future, even if he was lucky, he might be taken in as a guard by some family head, but it was unlikely that he could ever enter the noble class.

  But now... just three months later, this dead fish has somehow shown a trend of turning over.

  For a moment, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

  ……

  "Li Mu, go ahead, don't show any mercy, kill this little brat."

  After Li Mu's death, a middle-aged man of the Great Swordsman level let out a cold snort and gazed at Wang Ting with an unhidden intent to kill.

  "Huh?"

  It seems that Wang Ting had sensed the murderous intent of the big sword-wielding man, and his gaze shifted directly to him. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, containing the subtlety of the Tongjian technique, which shot straight at the man's eyes, causing even a swordsman of his level to feel a stinging pain in his eyes.

  "Little beast!"

  The middle-aged man let out a low growl, and was actually forced to turn away his eyes, otherwise if he continued to stare like this, his fragile pupils might be pierced by the other's gaze that seemed to have taken on a life of its own.

  "Hmm!"

  Li Mu's face turned gloomy and he grunted, quickly getting onto the dueling platform.

  Three months!

  He never thought that after indulging this young man for only three months, he would have already cultivated to such an extent, from a high-ranking martial artist, cultivating in one breath to the level of a mid-ranking swordsman.

  I knew it, three months ago, no matter what, I should have taken drastic action and thoroughly killed this kid, eliminating him completely.

  "Three months' time has come."

  Looking at Li Mù, the high-ranking swordsman in front of him, Wáng Tíng's expression was calm and composed, without any sense of pressure from facing a high-ranking swordsman.

  At the intermediate swordsman stage, relying on his swordsmanship and spiritual secret techniques, he could already contend with top-notch great swordsmen. Even someone like Chang Le, a peak great swordsman, was surpassed by him in a sneak attack. Now, relying on the mysteries of the Water of Life, he has broken through to the higher stage of great swordsman, on the same level as Li Mu. Among all the swordsmen he has seen, except for Lie Dongyang, there is probably no one who can be his opponent anymore. Even if he were to encounter another peak great swordsman like Chang Le again, he could defeat them without resorting to sneak attacks. With such strength, what does a mere ordinary high-stage swordsman amount to?

  "Three months ago, that duel, I wasn't satisfied, didn't you want to kill me? Now, I'm right in front of you, come on then, in your eyes, I'm nothing but a tiny ant, can be crushed with just one hand, aren't I?"

  Li Mu's face turned pale, then white, and the killing intent in his eyes became even more apparent: "Even if you think you've cultivated to a mid-tier swordsmen, what does it matter? Even now, in front of me, you're still just an insignificant, pitiful ant. I can crush you with a mere thought."

  "Really?"

  Wang Ting's body moved slightly, and in an instant, he stepped out with a swift shadow step. In the moment Li Mu's eyes contracted, wanting to raise his sword to block, a severe pain suddenly pierced through his right hand. The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the opponent's sword, which had somehow already stabbed into his wrist.

  Hurry!

  A simple and quick word!

  It happened so quickly that even Li Mù, a high-ranking swordsman, couldn't react in time.

  No!

  "Hum!"

  The sword body shook, and Li Mu's high-ranking swordsman's entire wrist that grasped the sword was cut off by a single sword in front of Roshen Sword's blade edge. His palm and scabbard fell onto the dueling platform at the same time, producing a crisp collision sound.

  "Ah!"

  Li Mu grasped his right hand, which had been severed at the wrist, and let out a low growl as he quickly retreated.

  "Not worth mentioning."

  But Wang Ting did not pursue him and let him retreat ten meters away.

  "Bastard!"

  "Little beast!"

  Seeing Li Mu's wrist being cut off in an instant, a loud roar erupted from the mouths of Count Heinrich and his men, who were about to rush onto the dueling platform, swarm forward, and crush Wang Ting into dust.

  "How could this be?!"

  On the other hand, Gong Sunqi's eyes widened in disbelief: "Li Mu... is a high-ranking swordsman!"

  "Huh?"

  The two deputy deans, Bei Ge and Dong Qi, on the viewing platform let out a soft "wow": "What a fast sword speed, what a sharp angle of control! This one sword not only stabbed out very quickly, but also because he perfectly anticipated how Li Mu would counterattack, incorporating his movements into the calculation. It's as if the opponent had handed their own hand over to his sword. The two factors combined, this sword speed is equivalent to being twice as fast. This Wang Ting..."

  "With such combat talent, it seems that the recent rumor about him defeating Zhongjie swordsman Gong Sunzao with his high-ranking martial arts skills is true, and not just because of good luck or coincidence."

  As for Beiwu Ya, at this time his complexion was slightly pale.

  Just now, he was still dissatisfied with Wang Ting, resentful that an ordinary kid had turned over a new leaf. But now, he felt somewhat apprehensive, because earlier, that one sword, seemed to have also been beyond his grasp to block.

  As for others, they were all somewhat bewildered at this time.

  Isn't this a duel between a mid-tier swordsman and a high-tier swordsman?

  Why is it that all they see is a one-sided massacre?

  "My hand...my hand..."

  "It's over."

  Wang Ting said coldly.

  "Now, your arms are broken, what's left to be proud of? What qualifications do you have to think you're superior and look down on others? I'll give you a chance, surrender, admit defeat, apologize to me, and I'll let you leave the dueling stage alive."

  "You insolent whelp! I am a vassal of the Earl of Hainault, not some petty heir to a minor house like Gong Sun's. Behind me stands the Earl of Hainault, and if you dare kill me..."

  Li Mu's words had not yet finished, when Wang Ting's figure suddenly burst out, the sword light flashed, and in an instant, two blood holes appeared on Li Mu's knee, and he himself also fell down due to his knee being pierced, relying on his left hand to support the ground, barely avoiding a dog-like fall.

  "I don't know if Count Heinrich can hold on, but I do know that if he doesn't surrender and apologize to me soon, he'll be dead."

  Li Mu's left hand, which was supporting his body, trembled slightly, and his face had turned a ghastly pale due to excessive blood loss. Although there was still a hint of coldness on his face, a thread of fear had already emerged in the depths of his eyes.

  "It seems like you're determined to resist until death."

  Wang Ting spoke as he walked, step by step, as if treading on the nodes of Li Mu's heartbeat, and arrived at his side. The Ruo Sheng sword in his hand was raised high, as if an executioner was about to carry out a sentence on a criminal.

  He wants to behead this high-ranking swordsman of the Haino Earl's house on the spot!

  "That's enough!"

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