Chapter 255: Senior Sister Hu Baiqing, I'm Your Fan!

Lightning strikes twice.

Two-pronged approach.

Attacking from both sides.

That is exactly how everyone present feels right now.

No, wait, does everyone here have someone gifting them a divine artifact?

They could accept it when it was Duan Ling and the others; after all, whether it was a gift from a husband or a father, it at least carried some degree of intimate relationship.

But a gift from a mentor is just absurd!

It's as if everyone else doesn't have a mentor!

For the mentors of Great Xia Academy, today is destined to be an extraordinary day.

Because on this day, countless students dialed their phones, asking when they would also be gifted a divine artifact—if not a divine artifact, a legendary-grade piece of equipment would do, and they would even settle for epic-grade equipment if nothing else.

They also clarified that there is someone named Ye Lin at Great Xia Academy whose mentor gifted him a divine artifact.

The mentors of Great Xia Academy checked, and hey, it really was the case!

Who is Ye Lin's mentor? The illustrious Shen Jingbin.

And how did that divine artifact come to be? Shen Jingbin snatched it from the hands of a Demon Emperor.

How is that any different from pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth?

Not to mention whether they had the guts to snatch something from a Demon Emperor, even if they had the guts, they would need the strength to do it!

Upon learning the news, every mentor had the same thought: you are making things difficult for me, Fatty.

Many mentors don't even have a single divine artifact themselves; where are they supposed to find one to gift to a student? Do they really think these things are Chinese cabbage on the side of the road?

Meanwhile, Shen Jingbin was also completely baffled, because he suddenly received messages from many students saying they wanted to join his tutelage and choose him as their mentor.

This left Shen Jingbin, who was busy researching new skills, completely confused. In the past, those students couldn't avoid him fast enough, treating him like a snake or scorpion; why were they all taking the initiative to find him now? Are they crazy?

Seeing Ye Lin pull out a divine artifact, Hu Baiqing was startled, but she quickly regained her composure.

Even with the boost from a divine artifact, Ye Lin, at only level 28, could not possibly be her opponent.

"If you think you are my opponent just because you hold a divine artifact, then you are too naive. Divine artifacts... you aren't the only one who has one!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hu Baiqing drew the long sword from her back.

The moment the long sword left its sheath, an invisible sword Qi swept across the entire arena, bringing with it an aura of slaughter!

The sword body was long and narrow, shimmering with cold light; its sharpness was such that it seemed as if it could slice through the surrounding space itself, making one tremble involuntarily.

Hu Baiqing gave a light wave, and the narrow sword body simply vanished, transforming into a sheet of silvery-white light, making it difficult to distinguish where the actual blade was.

This is also the most terrifying aspect of the Ghost Swordsman profession: the sword strikes like a phantom, killing without a trace!

"Senior Sister Hu Baiqing, what are you saying? I'm your fan! Being able to spar with you is already the highest honor for me; how could I dare to hope to beat you?" Ye Lin scratched his head shyly.

Hu Baiqing ignored Ye Lin, treating him like air, and turned to look at Yan Lanbing to ask.

"Dean, I am ready. Can we begin? I don't want to waste time here."

Seeing Ye Lin make an 'OK' gesture, Yan Lanbing nodded.

"Very well. Since you are both ready, let us begin."

Hu Baiqing's eyes narrowed, and she prepared to strike immediately.

"To defeat you, I only need one..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Hu Baiqing's pupils suddenly constricted, because she saw that Ye Lin, who had been over ten meters away, had arrived right in front of her in an instant!

How could a level 28 Forbidden Spellcaster possess such terrifying speed?

But there was no time for Hu Baiqing to think, because Ye Lin's attack had already arrived!

Ye Lin used the Imperial Gold Spear like a long staff, swung it around, and with a series of sonic booms, smashed it directly down toward Hu Baiqing!

Facing this heavy and powerful spear, the caught-off-guard Hu Baiqing had nowhere to dodge and could only hold her long sword horizontally above her head to block.

But soon, Hu Baiqing regretted this action.

Clang!

Accompanied by a crisp sound of metal clashing, Hu Baiqing felt a terrifying, massive force strike her. She couldn't stop herself from retreating dozens of steps before she could barely steady her body, and the web between her thumb and forefinger, where she gripped the sword, had been split open, dripping with blood.

At this moment, Hu Baiqing felt the exact same shock and confusion as Yuan Jing.

Is this f*cking level 28?

One must know that Ye Lin's previous strike didn't use any skills at all; it was entirely based on his own three-dimensional attributes.

This terrifying, massive force—let alone level 28, Hu Baiqing would believe it if someone said it was level 82.

But before Hu Baiqing could finish being shocked, Ye Lin's figure arrived again.

"Senior Sister Hu Baiqing, I'm your fan! I'm your fan, Senior Sister!"

As he spoke, Ye Lin swung the spear down again with heavy force. Hu Baiqing managed to block it with the divine artifact in her hand, but this time, both her arms were numbed by the shock, and the hand gripping the sword couldn't stop trembling.

But it wasn't over yet. Ye Lin followed up with another swing of the spear. Relying on his own terrifying three-dimensional attributes, he didn't give Hu Baiqing any chance to counterattack, forcing her back and beating her down.

The clanging sounds of iron striking iron rang out incessantly. It was fortunate that Hu Baiqing also held a divine artifact; otherwise, under Ye Lin's high-intensity attacks, the long sword in her hand would have long since shattered into pieces.

The two of them were essentially equivalent to a level 15 Hou Yi with full divine gear but unable to use skills, fighting a level 10 Li Yuanfang with the same divine gear and skills.

Both had a chance to win, but it was a real test of technique.

Hu Baiqing had underestimated Ye Lin from the start; the moment Ye Lin swung that first spear, she was destined to have no chance to fight back.

Watching Hu Baiqing being beaten and suppressed by Ye Lin the entire time, the onlookers were completely dumbfounded.

How is this different from what they imagined?

Setting aside the question of who wins or loses, how could the powerful and invincible Senior Sister Hu Baiqing be suppressed the entire time, without even a chance to strike back once?

What's even more outrageous is that Ye Lin—this guy keeps calling himself a fan while hitting harder with every strike. Is this how you treat your idol?

Hu Baiqing felt incredibly aggrieved at this moment; she couldn't make any move other than blocking.

Because if she dared to make any other move, that heavy Imperial Gold Spear could snap her shoulder blade with a single strike.

Her arms were completely numb by now, and she could barely hold onto the long sword in her hand.

After Ye Lin swung the spear one more time, the long sword in Hu Baiqing's hand was knocked flying, tracing a graceful arc in the air before landing diagonally in the hard granite ground.

Immediately following the sword, Hu Baiqing, who was spraying blood, was also knocked flying by the Imperial Gold Spear. She fell heavily to the ground, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, her eyes growing unfocused.

She had lost!

And she lost in such a undignified way; she hadn't even launched a single decent attack against Ye Lin, hadn't even managed to release a single skill, and was simply beaten until she lost her combat effectiveness.

For the proud Hu Baiqing, this was even more painful than death.

Just then, a head suddenly leaned over. Ye Lin's bright, smiling face blocked out the blue sky and white clouds, reflecting into Hu Baiqing's eyes.

"Senior Sister Hu Baiqing, I'm your fan! Can you give me an autograph?"