The Sword Sweeps Across the Wilderness

Sun Li switched sides during Monday morning exercises.

Instead of currying favor with Yang Ding, who had performed exceptionally well last time, she started flirting with Xiang Tianyou.

Xiang Tianyou took two Grade 2 Beast Pills in a week, and with his power greatly increased, he felt that he was terrifyingly strong. When he jumped, he could jump ten meters high, making him the tallest in Class C.

"Holy crap, has Xiang Tianyou broken through to the middle stage of the first rank?"

"It should be. Sun Li is the trendsetter. He's been practicing martial arts like crazy lately. It seems that Huang Bingbing's family is rich and she's become his sugar daddy."

"So I guess I still have to live off a woman."

"Yang Ding, as the number one gigolo at Jiangda University, originally had the advantage, but unfortunately he didn't realize it."

"Without awakening, it will be difficult to break through to the middle stage of the first rank in the short term."

Yang Ding deliberately jumped five or six meters high, looking as if he was panting heavily, which further solidified everyone's perception.

After finishing morning exercises and returning to the classroom, the atmosphere was relatively relaxed because everyone had given up on competing for first place, leaving only three candidates.

Yang Ding, Xiang Tianyou, Huang Bingbing.

They would curry favor with whoever was the team leader and try to avoid carrying out dangerous missions.

"Hey Sun Li, you jumped up and down to rub against Brother Xiang today, you didn't misjudge him this time, did you?" someone asked with a laugh.

Sun Li was touching up her makeup. "My taste has never been wrong. Yang Ding is alright, but Xiang Ge is even more ruthless."

"It seems they've tested the waters."

Everyone laughed.

Huang Bingbing also laughed and said, "Mao Jian, it's not too late for you to surrender now."

Mao Jian turned to look at her, "Screw you, my brother Ding is invincible."

"You've got nothing to show for it, so you'd better not try to act all high and mighty," Huang Bingbing sneered.

Yang Ding had also advised Mao Jian not to provoke Huang Bingbing, as the Stinger organization was not someone he could afford to mess with, but this guy always liked to talk big.

Counselor Zhang Peng and the close combat instructor walked in. Seeing Xiang Tianyou's murderous aura, the two were very worried.

"Today, the Dean of Students from Jiangda University, Chairman Zhao from the Student Union, Ye Rou, the close combat instructor of Class A, and Fang Jing, the instructor of the Space Department of the Superpower Academy, will be here to watch the battle. I hope that you will remember your friendship with your classmates and not go too far during the battle, otherwise you will be punished by the Student Union."

The classroom erupted instantly, and it was perfectly normal for the discipline director and the student council president to come and watch.

Instructor Ye and Instructor Fang actually came too. Are they here to cheer on their husbands?

Yang Ding's ability to control his wife is truly extraordinary.

The student council president was invited by his aunt, so Xiang Tianyou wasn't afraid at all.

"Coach Zhang, didn't you say that we wouldn't be held responsible if something went wrong during the competition?"

"An accident will certainly not be investigated, but what if it's intentional injury or even murder?"

How can you tell the difference?

"Do you think all experts are just vegetarians?" Coach Zhang asked.

Xiang Tianyou gave a cold laugh, still showing no fear.

With Huang Bingbing backing him up, he felt he didn't even need to be afraid of becoming the student council president.

"Remember, only cripple one of his hands, don't kill him," Huang Bingbing instructed.

"Yes, Master."

When everyone gathered in the open space outside the classroom, the onlookers had already arrived.

Instructor Zhang walked over with a smile and asked, "Gentlemen, when shall we begin?"

"Let the strong ones compete first; I'm not interested in watching these noobs fight each other."

Student council president Zhao Zekai was very impatient; he wouldn't have come over if the discipline director hadn't contacted the principal.

Anyway, they're all just useless trash who'll be going down into the cave to die at the end of the month, so whether they cheated or not is completely irrelevant.

Apart from the president and vice-president, no other instructor at Jiangling University dared to disobey this student.

Although Gangneung University was directly run by the Empire, the student council president had long been a member of the Gangneung elite, representing local power.

"Alright, alright, I'll arrange for three people to compete first," Coach Zhang replied.

Soon, Yang Ding, Huang Bingbing, and Xiang Tianyou were invited out.

"The three of you have the best potential to compete for first place. How should we decide?" the counselor asked.

Huang Bingbing raised her hand, "Counselor, I want to fight Mao Jian again."

Mao Jian turned pale with fright; his head was still raw from being hit by an iron rod last week.

Coach Zhang was humane enough to reject her suggestion.

"He's injured, and the gap between you two is too big; there's no need to compare."

Zhao Zekai asked the discipline director, puzzled, "What's this Huang guy's background?"

"I don't know either. My file is at the maternal and child health hospital. I have no parents. My husband drives a truck for a farm."

Even if she guessed Huang Bingbing's identity, she didn't dare to say it. Who knew if Zhao Zekai was just pretending?

"Alright, I'll make the arrangements. Yang Ding will fight Xiang Tianyou, and whoever wins will then compete against Huang Bingbing."

None of the three objected. Xiang Tianyou took the steel axe, and Yang Ding drew his black gold sword. The two stood in the middle of the circle.

Students from Class C1 and Class C2 also ran out and surrounded the scene.

After marrying Fang Jing, Yang Ding became even more famous than before.

"Die!"

Xiang Tianyou was straightforward and brutal; he swung his axe and chopped at Yang Ding.

Unlike last time, Yang Ding no longer dodged, but instead directly used the sweeping sword technique to strike the axe that was coming at him.

Xiang Tianyou chopped faster and faster, soon unleashing over a hundred axe blows, but Yang Ding's sword was even faster. No matter how he chopped, the axe seemed to hit an invisible wall of swords, bouncing back and forth.

The scene was filled with the clash of swords and axes, and the sounds of weapons clashing were incessant.

The students in Class C, whose cultivation level was too low, couldn't see it at all.

Even Zhao Zekai, the student council president, was shocked. He glanced at Ye Rou.

"Instructor Ye, how much internal energy did you transfer to him?"

"Not many. I haven't lost recently. My husband says he wants to refine his qi through swordsmanship."

"What do you mean by cultivating qi with a sword? Does he even have qi?"

Xiang Tianyou launched another fifty axe blows, only to be bounced back once more.

He retreated ten meters, panting, looking at his trembling arm and then at Yang Ding with some fear.

"What is that thing?"

"Sword Sweeping Style."

"Can't you try something different? My eyes are getting blurry."

"Why change? One move is enough to defeat you."

"Have you broken through to the lower first rank?"

"I don't know, we haven't tested your strength recently. If you're scared, just admit defeat," Yang Ding said.

He thought this guy would put up a fight, since he wasn't injured, but Xiang Tianyou replied, "Okay, I give up."

"Good, good, let's stop here." Coach Zhang laughed.

Zhao Zekai looked at the discipline director and said, "This is your nephew? He gave up before even starting. Does he need to cheat?"

Just then, Ye Rou and Fang Jing shouted in unison, "Honey, watch out!"

After admitting defeat, Xiang Tianyou pretended to walk towards the crowd, then suddenly turned around and raised his axe to chop Yang Ding in the back.

Yang Ding took off running, but after running less than five meters, he suddenly jumped more than ten meters high, turned around and faced downwards, with the tip of his sword pointing directly at Tianyou.

"The sword sweeps across the wilderness, stars hang low!"

"My brother is showing off," Mao Jian blurted out.

Given that the distance was only about ten meters, Yang Ding only unleashed three sword strikes.

The first sword strike deflected the steel axe.

The second sword cut off his left little finger, which was holding the axe.

The third strike splits the little finger in two.

When the sword and axe clashed, sparks flew everywhere, falling to the ground like countless stars falling.

"Ah!" Xiang Tianyou screamed as he threw down the axe, clutching his injured hand and searching the ground for his fingers.

"My finger, my finger! Take me to the infirmary!"

No one cared about his fingers, because everyone was amazed by Yang Ding's "Sweeping Sword Star Over the Wilderness".

"A sword sweeping style that descends from the sky?" Zhao Zekai murmured.

He had practiced many martial arts techniques, and he did exactly what the books said, never thinking of creating his own moves.