Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 112: Sparring and Testing, Understanding the Challenge, Sword Like a Phantom, Dreamlike, A Casual Gesture, Effortlessly Dominating
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping’an’s expression remained unchanged. He nodded lightly and casually spoke.
"Hmm! Impressive!"
"I’m Lin Ping’an, a freshman in the Creation Department, Fourth Grade Middle Rank."
Upon hearing these words, several people gasped.
Although this was already known, hearing the firsthand confirmation still inspired awe.
"Fourth Grade Middle Rank? Incredible! This is true power!"
"No wonder you’re this year’s top scholar in both academics and martial arts; it’s terrifying!"
"To cross the Bridge of the Five Viscera in one go, bypassing Fourth Grade Initial Rank; that’s terrifying!"
"... "
Su Die stood aside, arms crossed, with an unsurprised expression and a note of certainty in her tone.
"I told you! That’s why you seem so strong! Tell me, did you hide your strength during the exams?"
"As the inventor of the Concealing Breath Technique, you’re really sly."
Lin Ping’an shrugged, offering no explanation.
He neither confirmed nor denied, leaving them to imagine things.
As his combat power grew, he gradually revealed his true martial arts realm.
With Eighth Grade Grandmaster level prowess, he was well protected, even if some harbored ill intentions, aiming to uncover Lin Ping’an’s secrets; he could handle it with ease.
Elsewhere, hearing those three words triggered memories.
"Concealing Breath Technique? Is it the cultivation technique Junior Lin created? I remember it being somewhat redundant, only effective for Lower Third Grades!"
"Indeed! I’m about to break through from Third Grade High Rank to Fourth Grade, so I never cared to learn it."
"Gotta say though, this technique is great for pretending to be weak and ambushing; I can’t perceive Junior Lin’s true Qi Blood Value at all now."
"... "
In conversation, they acknowledged Lin Ping’an’s Fourth Grade Middle Rank ability.
After all, true is true, false is false. If discussed, there was no need for exaggeration.
Furthermore, during the villa challenge when the new semester started, he exhibited at least Third Grade Qi Blood strength.
This event was known by these people as well.
Not far away, Lin Ping’an stood like a detached backdrop, showing no intention of joining the conversation.
Moments later.
Su Die clapped her hands loudly, drawing everyone’s attention.
"Alright, alright, enough with the chit-chat! Isn’t it boring?"
"The Grand Xia Talent Competition’s format changes every year. Two years ago, it was hunting exotic beasts; last year, team arena battles; it’s rumored there’s a new theme this year, only revealed on the competition day."
"Just so you know, whether team or individual, prioritize academy honor—don’t drag each other down."
Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, Lin Ping’an included.
Afterward, eyes remained fixed on a certain person, awaiting more.
A moment... two moments... three moments...
Silence enveloped as countless question marks floated in their minds.
What next?
Why isn’t she speaking?
In an instant.
Su Die scratched her head, a touch of surprise on her face.
"No... Why are you looking at me? Something wrong with me?"
Her words shattered the silence, as several people twitched their lips and voiced their queries.
"Sister Su, what about the other matters?"
"Yeah! We’re not here just for this, right?"
"Listening to your talk is better than listening to any talk; please get to the point?"
"... "
Ten seconds later, Su Die coughed slightly, trying to smooth over the situation.
"Who said there’s nothing else? It’s an opportunity for you to get familiar with each other!"
"For Junior Lin Ping’an, you’re unfamiliar too; just spar a little to have an understanding."
Their gazes instantly filled with disdain and peculiarity.
"Making it up, huh?"
"Wasn’t this just to talk about those things?"
"A Third Grade challenging a Fourth Grade? Want to see us get beaten up?"
"... "
Seeing this, Su Die blushed slightly, yet forcefully retained her dignity.
"Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance! Opportunities for a Third Grade to battle a Fourth Grade are rare; furthermore, you’re facing Junior Lin. No need to worry about mishaps."
Just as she finished, Lin Ping’an straightforwardly refused.
"It’s pointless! The gap’s too wide, it’s better not."
However, upon hearing this, several people’s fighting spirit ignited instead.
"Junior Lin, can’t say that! A Martial Artist must dare to challenge strong foes; come battle! Let me see how far I am from a Fourth Grade Middle Rank Martial Artist."
"That’s right! Don’t underestimate us!"
"Humph! I’ve cultivated to Third Grade High Rank, been through far more battles than you imagine; careful not to slip up!"
Saying this, the three gripped their weapons, eyes flashing with boundless sharpness.
Lin Ping’an nodded slightly, attitude easing without further refusal.
To these newfound seniors, his perception was rather favorable.
Since they insisted on fighting, he’d oblige.
Anyway, it wouldn’t take long; he’d be slightly cautious, not too harsh when the time came.
Minutes later.
Center of the martial arts grounds, the two stood opposite.
Cold and poised Senior Sister Qin Yu wielded a long sword, sharply speaking word by word.
"Please, let’s begin!"
As she voiced these three words, she darted forward like an arrow, swinging her sword to create countless shadowy remnants resembling a dreamlike scene.
Xiong Xiaoxiao, watching intently, marveled excitedly at this moment.
"Wow... started by using it, it’s Sister Qin’s specialty Shadow Remnant Sword Technique; she’s clearly upset, going all-out from the start."
Burly Hao Yong scratched his head, responding in a deep voice.
"Going all-out is normal! A Third Grade challenging a Fourth Grade, of course one must explode at the start; try to catch the opponent off guard. If dragged out, naturally Qi Blood Value can’t sustain—eventually losing for sure."
Xiong Xiaoxiao shot back a disdainful glance.
"Heh... with your talent of identifying key points, never think of finding a partner." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
"You should question why Sister Qin is upset!"
"That way, I’d explain she’s competitive..."
"Can’t pinpoint conversation keys? Be a happily naïve single dog then!"
"My god! Oh my god, this... how is this possible? How did he...? Is Fourth Grade Middle Rank this absurd?"
Mid-sentence, she suddenly shouted.
Meanwhile.
An astonishing scene unfolded before everyone’s eyes.
At this moment, Lin Ping’an extended his right hand, pinching the sword’s tip effortlessly with index and middle fingers.
The sight, more shocking than the previous dreamlike sword shadows, magnified ten, hundredfold.
Witnessing this, Qin Yu’s face turned pale; she took a deep breath, speaking in a disappointed tone.
"I... I lost... Thank you... Thank you, Junior, for the lesson!"
On the other side, Lin Ping’an released the sword, retrieving his hand, nodding calmly.
"Senior Sister Qin, thanks for conceding!"
Honestly, Qin Yu knew her Third Grade skill was far from Lin Ping’an’s Fourth Grade.
Yet she hadn’t expected such disparity.
The sword stroke, exerting full force with confidence to harm a Fourth Grade Martial Artist.
Unfortunately, underestimated herself—barely touching, let alone harming!
Two fingers alone, effortlessly holding it.
Ten seconds later, she breathed deeply, gathering her lost spirits, reigniting her fighting spirit.
For a Martial Artist, temporary defeat means nothing; focus on catching up instead!
As they say, flowing water doesn’t rush forward, but maintains continuous progress.
