Chapter 63: A Big Gamble, Unable to Withstand a Blow

It's Lu Xun.

I heard he accepted He Qiang's challenge and even killed a Third Realm assassin outside the school; hurry, follow and see.

The moment Lu Xun stepped back through the school gate, he instantly became the focus of everyone's gaze.

Many students stopped in their tracks, following far behind him, whispering.

Lu Xun walked with steady steps and calm gaze, straight toward Beidou Square.

As he advanced, the crowd behind him grew denser, a dark mass surging like a tide.

Brother Xun, awesome—you can even counter-kill a Third Realm; He Qiang must be scared enough to wet his pants.

Li Bu Fan popped out from somewhere, grinning as he sidled up to Lu Xun, full of excitement.

His strength rose quickly too; after three months of opening his meridians, Li Bu Fan had already peaked at the second layer of the Qi Sea, just one step away from the third layer.

Lu Xun is here!

Someone shouted, and the noisy crowd on Beidou Square fell silent for a moment, then all turned their heads in unison.

The crowd parted automatically, clearing a path several meters wide, everyone's eyes fixed on Lu Xun.

Most of the students here are freshmen, with also not a few upperclassmen.

Many had only heard Lu Xun's name; today was their first time seeing him.

Wow, so handsome.

I thought Liu Xinghe was already handsomely unbeatable, but I didn't expect someone even more handsome... Is this the year's top genius of Beidou?

Many girls' eyes lit up instantly, whispering.

Lu Xun's looks were already outstanding, plus the aura of a super genius; to everyone, he seemed shrouded in an invisible radiance, dazzling enough that one couldn't look away.

Lu Xun's expression was calm, ignoring the surrounding clamor, he walked straight toward the arena.

He's here.

You really dare to come, thinking spreading some false news would make us fear? Too bad, your psychological tactics don't work!

He Xiao stared coldly at Lu Xun, a sneer curling his lips.

In his view, the earlier news must have been Lu Xun deliberately having someone spread a smokescreen.

Its purpose was to shake He Qiang's fighting spirit, so as to gain more initiative in battle.

Beside him, Lin Yan silently stepped back half a pace, letting He Xiao's figure block him, avoiding Lu Xun's gaze.

Who wants to challenge me?

Lu Xun stood firm at the base of the arena, his gaze sweeping around; his voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Me.

On the arena, He Qiang shouted in response, his broadsword slamming heavily into the ground with a dull thud.

You He family, it seems you're not all cowards; finally there's a decent man among you.

Lu Xun's mouth curled slightly, his tone flat, yet his glance deliberately flicked toward He Xiao to the side.

He Xiao's face darkened instantly, his fists unconsciously clenching.

He had never dared to accept Lu Xun's challenge; this would become his greatest stain.

Unless he someday defeats Lu Xun, this stain cannot be washed away.

You're a senior, I'm a freshman; you're Third Realm, I'm Second Realm—I won't say you're bullying the younger, but a mere hundred thousand Dark Energy isn't enough; why not raise the stakes? Dare you?

Lu Xun shifted his tone, looking at He Qiang on the arena.

How much do you want to add?

He Qiang asked in a low voice.

It depends on what you can produce; no matter how much you put up, I'll match it.

Lu Xun said lightly.

He Qiang frowned, instinctively glancing at He Xiao.

I'm afraid you can't produce that much Dark Energy.

He Xiao sneered.

Who says my student can't produce Dark Energy?

A lazy voice sounded.

Fei Tai'a arrived.

My card holds plenty of Dark Energy; go ahead and bet—if Lu Xun loses, I, as his teacher, will accept any amount of Dark Energy.

Fei Tai'a slapped out a gold card, lazily waving it.

Wow, this is the Lan Xing Alliance's gold card.

It's said only those with deposits of over one unit of Dark Energy can get a gold card!

One unit? That's not a million units of Dark Energy!

A student with good eyesight recognized the gold card in Fei Tai'a's hand.

One unit of Dark Energy, i. e., a million units, is worth at least a billion.

Then let's bet one unit of Dark Energy!

A Qiang hadn't spoken yet, but He Xiao rushed to speak.

The He family is naturally wealthy, but with so many clan members, one unit of Dark Energy is still no small sum for He Xiao.

He Xiao doesn't have nearly that much Dark Energy on hand.

Now there's a chance to earn extra—why not?

But in He Qiang's heart, he began to drum with anxiety again.

As soon as Lu Xun arrived, he raised the stakes; this instructor Fei Tai'a didn't stop him, but instead came to add fuel to the fire.

This made He Qiang suddenly lose confidence.

One unit of Dark Energy—can you produce it?

Lu Xun looked at He Xiao.

Of course I can.

I don't believe it unless you bring it out right away.

Fine, I'll take it out!

He Xiao gritted his teeth, walked to the side, and started making a phone call.

This card contains one unit of Dark Energy; as long as you win, it can be transferred to you immediately.

A few minutes later, He Xiao produced a card.

It seems he obtained Dark Energy from home.

Alright, let's use this as the stake.

Lu Xun readily agreed.

Although He Qiang on the stage was a bit flustered, he had no room for regret.

In this situation, he cannot show weakness.

As a proper Third Realm genius, he actively provoked trouble, but was scared by a message of unknown origin; if he admits defeat, where will he put his face from now on?

Better to go all out; he might not lose.

He is a Third Realm cultivator!

One unit of Dark Energy—goodness, isn't this stake a bit too big?

How big is it? It's simply beyond the heavens.

If Lu Xun wins, wouldn't that be great?

Even losing would be refreshing!

The audience below buzzed with discussion; everyone was shocked by this astonishing stake.

Even for Pure North students, one unit of Dark Energy is an astronomical figure.

Such a lavish stake is extremely rare even at Pure North.

Two fellow students, the rules of the stage are simple: no using external aids like Seal Script Battle Pills, no harming lives, no destroying foundations, and the one who admits defeat must stop immediately...

After the stake was confirmed, a teacher in charge of stage order began to explain the rules.

The rules are public; whenever a student steps onto the stage, the teacher repeats them.

Alright, let's begin now.

After explaining the rules, the teacher stepped aside and activated a protective formation to prevent the battle's aftermath from affecting outside the stage.

Lu Xun then stood opposite He Qiang.

He Qiang held a broadsword, his inner power surged continuously, and his momentum rose wildly.

Opposite him, Lu Xun casually drew his sword.

You make the first move, so you won't say I'm bullying the weak!

After He Qiang's momentum peaked, he nevertheless let Lu Xun strike first.

He wasn't truly being modest; he excelled at counterattacking, using stillness to control motion.

"Bullying the weak with strength? No, this is—using weakness to overcome strength."

Before Lu Xun's words finished, his figure suddenly vanished!

"So fast!"

He Qiang's pupils contracted sharply.

He had just broken through to the Third Realm, his Eye Aperture Divine Ability was unlocked, his dynamic vision extremely strong, able to clearly track even a bullet's trajectory.

Yet at this moment, he actually couldn't see Lu Xun's movements!

"Wild Wind Sword Technique!"

In shock, He Qiang immediately switched to defense, waving his broadsword like a violent wind and rain, forming an impenetrable sword curtain around himself.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The clashing of metal rang out repeatedly; Lu Xun's assault, like a sudden wind and rain, was entirely blocked by He Qiang.

"My turn!"

He Qiang's heart settled, and he was about to counterattack——

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

Several streaks of cold light suddenly flashed!

At the same time, Lu Xun slashed out with his long sword again, several sharp sword qi tearing through the air!

"Not good!"

"Golden Bell Cover!"

He Qiang's scalp went numb, and he hastily swung his sword to block.

At the same time, he activated a defensive martial art, the Golden Bell Cover.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Xun's sword qi was barely blocked by him, but two flying swords appeared like ghosts, pierced the Golden Bell Cover, and instantly pierced his shoulder and thigh!

"I surrender!"

At the brink of life and death, He Qiang let out a hoarse shout.

"Hum——"

Three flying swords suddenly hovered, their tips less than an inch from his body!

He Qiang broke out in cold sweat, his face turned ashen, and a trickle of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

His body was also drenched in blood.

Pierced by two flying swords, He Qiang's injuries were not minor, though they wouldn't be fatal.

"Not able to withstand a single blow."

Lu Xun raised his hand and waved; the flying sword returned to his sleeve like a swallow returning to its nest.

He Qiang's combat power was far weaker than that of the dark-web assassin; to the current Lu Xun, it was simply unable to withstand a single blow.

He didn't even need to use his true strength, and easily defeated him.

"Lost, He Qiang admitted defeat!"

"If he doesn't admit defeat, what else can he do? He'll only get more injured."

"Hiss!"

"The Third Realm actually lost that fast?"

The audience below instantly erupted in an uproar, exclamations rising and falling. Thousands of students stared at each other, their eyes full of shock.