Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 135 - 99: White Claw Sword Saint of Fox Mountain, Slays Enemy in Two Moves!

Chapter 135: Chapter 99: White Claw Sword Saint of Fox Mountain, Slays Enemy in Two Moves!

White Claw’s eyes gleamed as he spotted an opportunity, his lips curled into a grin, revealing his fangs!

Fox Mountain’s White Claw Sword Saint, second move!

The Broken Bronze Sword thrust out Bull Shield, with a "clang" it struck Chen Anjing’s Immortal Sword!

This sword strike wasn’t strong, merely Entry Level Sequence Eight.

But Chen Anjing was already poisoned, her blood in chaos, surging backwards against her heart, near death. Now it felt like a lightning strike; her entire body shuddered violently, thrown backward, vomiting blood in mid-air, hitting the ground like a gourd full of blood, rolling twice while coughing blood, her head tilting, her neck drooping, devoid of vitality.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

At this moment, Wu Qingyun just landed on the Celestial Platform, about to draw her sword and join the battle... She looked at Young Master Sword Immortal, then at Chen Anjing’s corpse, her sword halfway out of the sheath, frozen. Her face remained expressionless, features dull.

She recalled Young Master Sword Immortal’s previous strike... a mundane swordsmanship, ordinary Broken Sword, not even smeared in blood, how could it possess such terrifying power? What was that swordsmanship?

...

In the classroom building, the examinees only heard a rapid series of explosions briefly vanish, suspecting it to be thunder on a clear day, or an advertising panel falling from high up. Each either furrowed their brows or pursed their lips, barely having time to ponder, refocusing on their exam papers.

...

Exam room 701, Zhang Shan’s eyes widened, his mouth agape, utterly incredulous.

He furrowed his brow, his gaze locked onto the opposite Celestial Platform, seeing Young Master Sword Immortal run up and give Chen Anjing another slice. Watching Young Master Sword Immortal gleefully bend down to pick up Chen Anjing’s gear, he finally accepted the truth...

He lowered his head, reopened his phone, just catching Chairman Chen Shu’s message.

[How is the battle? Did Young Master Sword Immortal hold up?]

Zhang Shan’s expression turned peculiar, typing his response...

...

On the road, a van sped wildly, drifting around corners, rushing towards No. 47 Middle School!

Inside the vehicle, a group of young people of various appearances donned uniforms of the Immortal Technique Committee, their faces solemn.

"Speed up the car! We must catch Chen Anjing this time!"

They were Sequence Eight reinforcements from various places.

The eye-man in the passenger seat held a weasel Immortal Beast in his arms. This Immortal Beast restrained the Earthworm, preventing Chen Anjing from escaping again!

In the rear, a muscular man carried a rustic Bronze Bow, clutching a lead Arrow Quiver. At this moment, the arrows within the box seemed alive, even jittering and thumping, hitting the box with a pounding sound. This was to counter the Copper Tower Giant Bird of the Dark World.

A few others, carrying neither Immortal Artifact nor Immortal Beast, their method indistinguishable, yet their bodies emitted a dangerous aura!

At this time, the atmosphere in the van was both tense and excited.

Excitement was for finally grabbing Chen Anjing’s tail, ready to eliminate her.

Tension was because... Chen Anjing wasn’t just anyone; her combat power was formidable, even considered top-tier within Sequence Eight. This beast-caged bull fight was bound to be ferocious! To take down Chen Anjing surely meant undergoing a fierce battle!

"That Young Master Sword Immortal counts as an ally, right?"

"Let’s hope he can hold up."

As they spoke, they kept their eyes glued to phone screens, monitoring the mission channel, tracking on-site developments.

Suddenly seeing Chairman Chen Shu inquiring about the battle situation.

[How is the battle? Did Young Master Sword Immortal hold up?]

Seeing Zhang Shan’s reply immediately pop up below...

...

No. 47 Middle School, lower floor exam room, Lu Yang couldn’t focus on the college entrance exam, casually writing on the answer sheet before taking out his phone, watching the group chat, observing live updates.

Suddenly, he sensed a presence beside the table, realizing it was the proctor teacher, staring at his phone with an angry yet odd look.

Lu Yang’s expression remained unchanged, taking out his certificate from the Immortal Technique Committee, placing it on the corner of the table, then continued watching the phone.

Seeing Chairman Chen Shu inquire about the battle situation.

[How is the battle? Did Young Master Sword Immortal hold up?]

Seeing Zhang Shan’s reply immediately pop up below...

...

Immortal Technique Committee Building.

Chairman Chen Shu sat at his desk, one hand holding a phone, the other pressing the voice-to-text function.

"How is the battle? Did Young Master Sword Immortal hold up?"

Seeing Zhang Shan’s reply immediately pop up below...

[Done in seconds]

[Young Master Sword Immortal]

[Finished Chen Anjing]

[Done in seconds]

...

No. 47 Middle School, exam room 702.

Bai Mo glanced out the window, noticing White Claw on the opposite Celestial Platform picking up Chen Anjing’s shield and sword, swinging them around.

Instantly feeling uneasy... Is this guy planning to dance in celebration?

He smirked and with a thought, opened the mist at the boundary between reality and the dreamscape, allowing White Claw and Big Head to slip back in.

Whoosh!

Amid the sound of cutting wind, Wu Qingyun flew back, lightly landed on the window sill, jumped gently to her seat, and quietly sat down.

The two exam supervisors only glanced at Wu Qingyun, having seen her Committee badge at the corner of her desk. Despite their odd expressions, they said nothing.

The exam continued, candidates were buried in answering questions—some on reading comprehension, others beginning to struggle with essay-writing, unaware of the intense battle outside moments ago.

Outside the examination room, a proctor hurriedly arrived, issuing instructions to the exam supervisors to close the windows and draw the curtains. They aimed to block the view of Chairman Chen Anjing’s corpse on the Celestial Platform, preventing students from seeing it.

Thus, the urgent little interlude ended, everything returned to normal, and the college entrance exam continued.

It seemed as if nothing had happened.

...

It was night on Fox Mountain.

The dormitory hall was cold and deserted.

No foxes were gambling with swords, learning swordsmanship, or playing games.

The alchemy furnace was tossed in the corner of the dormitory hall, alongside a bucket full of corn kernels, several jars of specially crafted essence by the mentor, wood for popcorn making... but no foxes were making popcorn.

The foxes showed no interest.

Because... tonight, the mentor wasn’t in the dormitory.

The daytime in the real world corresponded to the night on Fox Mountain. The mentor was busy with the college entrance exam, leaving a group of senior and junior fox siblings to lie quietly in the dormitory.

They couldn’t sleep, pairs of glowing red eyes opened, like stars in the darkness.

Suddenly, in the center of the hall, a mist rose at the boundary between reality and the dreamscape, and a figure, shrouded in red smoke, emerged from it.

Swish!

The Resentful Ghost Cloak was removed, revealing Big Head carrying White Claw.

Whoosh!

White Claw jumped down from Big Head’s shoulders, each fox grabbing a Bull Shield and a sword.

"Ying ying ying!"

White Claw brandished the captured sword proudly, doubling the scale of Fox Mountain’s Immortal Swords!

"Ao ao ao!"

Big Head held up the captured Bull Shield with pride, doubling the scale of Fox Mountain’s Bull Shields!

Today’s haul was immense!

But the two suddenly noticed something felt off?

Why was everyone so quiet?

A group of senior brothers hurried up, encircling them in multiple rings, both inside and outside.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Ao ao ao!"

Fox language and chatter, yet not concerned about the Immortal Artifacts—instead, asking them if they’d seen the mentor while on the mission.

White Claw and Big Head were stunned for a moment.

They then remembered, the mentor was not here tonight!

Moreover, when they went on the mission, they appeared directly behind Chen Anjing in reality. As they left reality, they returned straight from the Celestial Platform to Fox Mountain.

The mentor must have seen them, but they hadn’t seen the mentor.

Their smiles vanished.

The captured Immortal Sword was casually tossed aside.

The captured Bull Shield was casually thrown into the potion barrel, slowly being transformed.

Then, they crawled down and hugged at the mentor’s bedside with their brothers, embracing their big fluffy tails, staring with those glowing red eyes.

The fierce wind of Fox Mountain howled, blowing through the mist, passing ruins, sweeping through the dormitory hall, creating strange whistling and lamenting sounds. When the mentor was there, they never cared about the wind’s sounds. But with the mentor gone, one by one they looked terrified, covering their heads, plugging their ears.

Suddenly...

Boom!

A loud noise came from the mountainside, seemingly in the direction of the medicinal fields.

The foxes raised their heads, their expressions more fearful, their eyes trembling violently.

What was going on?

What was that sound?

What happened to the medicinal fields?

Huff...

A wisp of cold wind blew into the dormitory hall through the door, carrying a smell of blood and sweetness.

The foxes widened their eyes even more, faces full of fear.

What exactly happened?