The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 282 - 281: Simple and Brutal, Beat Down!

Jin Chen channeled energy throughout his whole body, clenching both fists and striking towards Xin Lin.

He had been somewhat cautious around Spirit Masters before.

But ever since "defeating" Little Xinzhuo, his confidence had soared.

In his eyes, Xin Lin was not much stronger than Little Xinzhuo.

He had only secured eighth place in the Martial Arts Examination, while Xin Lin had gotten second. He aimed to cripple this so-called runner-up and show everyone who the real master was.

"Woman... woman..."

Controlled by Chu Tianyi and brought next to Emperor Longteng, Silly Chu, seeing someone trying to bully his beloved daughter on the stage, suddenly leapt up with a shout and attempted to dash onto the stage.

"Bei Qing, what’s gotten into you?"

Emperor Longteng was also bewildered.

"Emperor, my elder brother has been quite unstable lately, I will take him back now."

With a signal from Chu Tianyi, a few members of the Imperial Guard restrained Chu Bei.

The ministers nearby, upon seeing Chu Bei’s behavior, shook their heads, some even gloating over his misfortune.

Especially Grandmaster Jin, who gazed at Chu Bei and sneered.

"Chu Bei Qing, Chu Bei Qing, back then you stole the title of Longteng’s number one talent from me, and now, you’ve become a fool, while I, Jin, have become a Grandmaster second only to the Emperor. In this lifetime, you’ll never turn things around."

On the stage, Jin Chen’s punches were almost upon her.

Xin Lin withdrew her gaze, her figure flickered in an instant.

"Paltry tricks, you think I would fall for those again? Xin Lin, if you have the guts, face me one-on-one! Hiding and sneaking, what kind of skill is that?"

Jin Chen, having witnessed Little Xinzhuo’s Ghost Escape Technique, stayed alert and surveyed his surroundings cautiously.

"As you wish."

Suddenly, a figure appeared before Jin Chen.

Xin Lin emerged in front of Jin Chen, merely three steps between them.

"Has Xin Zhuo lost her mind? She’s a Spirit Master yet she’s engaging in close combat with Jin Chen?"

Among the remaining candidates, Chen Nian muttered.

Murong Ziyue did not say much, her gaze closely following Xin Lin, she suddenly spoke.

"Her forte is not Spirit Art."

An Advanced Spirit Master whose forte isn’t Spirit Art?

Zhang Zhiqing next to her scoffed lightly, belittlingly incredulous.

Grandmaster Jin also narrowed his eyes, watching the situation on the stage.

The opponent was an Advanced Spirit Master, and Grandmaster Jin thought that they would have a more refined Spirit Art than Little Xinzhuo. If the opponent were to gather Spiritual Energy, he planned to suppress it forcefully.

A Superior normally completely suppresses an inferior.

Yet, Grandmaster Jin waited for a moment and felt no fluctuations of Spiritual Energy at all on the stage.

After deploying the Ghost Escape Technique to avoid Jin Chen’s first wave of attacks, Xin Lin had shown no intention of using Spiritual Energy.

In fact, Xin Lin’s expertise indeed wasn’t Spirit Art.

On the stage, once Jin Chen saw Xin Lin appear, he sprung up like an arching bow, fists striking forcefully, the ferocious wind of his punches sweeping across.

And Xin Lin in front of him barely moved.

She lifted her right hand, her left behind her back, posing as a grandmaster.

That slender arm casually swung, the motion slow then fast, delivering a punch without any fanciful maneuvers.

"This..."

On the Dragon Throne, Emperor Longteng involuntarily leaned forward.

A horrific collision resounded, and Jin Chen, who had been as ferocious as a tiger attempting to pounce on Xin Lin, felt his face twist.

His teeth clashing harshly in his mouth, tasting nothing but blood.