When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 113 : Another Battle with Wang Tieshu

113: Another Battle with Wang Tieshu

In the stands, Liu Xing couldn't help but stand up, subconsciously covering her mouth. "Xia Yuyin, her strength is immense. Is she truly specializing in sword arts?"

After all, for a sword to deliver power, it wasn't just about brute force; speed, angle, exertion technique, and coordination were all indispensable.

"That Wang Yin, although her martial skills are average, is a Strongman Department student, and her staff strength is immense. I wouldn't dare to block it head-on. Yet Xia Yuyin can so effortlessly deflect her heavy club with a single-handed sword swing and even knock her to her knees with one strike? Wang Yin is a female Strongman in the Late-Stage of Spirit-Seeking Realm. Although I can't accurately gauge Yuyin's aura, she should also be within the Spirit-Seeking Realm. Why is the gap so large?" If Liu Xing were to face Yuyin on the competition stage now, she would truly feel a bit apprehensive.

The third-year student, Wang Yin, felt her bones go numb from Yuyin's sword strike. Pinned to the ground by Yuyin's longsword, she couldn't catch her breath.

Yuyin lifted her longsword, her wrist twirling. The sword spun with it, and with an upward flick from below, she sent Wang Yin's copper club flying into the air.

Thud. The heavy club landed on one side of the stage. Wang Yin knelt there powerlessly, her hands on the ground. The referee teacher was also watching her condition.

"I surrender..." Wang Yin said, gritting her teeth with some reluctance.

However, she was a power-type heavy club user. Her full-strength, two-handed effort couldn't even match Yuyin's single-handed sword. How could she possibly continue to fight?

"Senior Sister, pardon me."

"It seems that by using sixty percent of my strength, I can already easily suppress a Strongman-type Source Martial Practitioner of the same Late-Stage of Spirit-Seeking Realm through pure power," Yuyin thought to herself as she looked at Wang Yin.

Yuyin had now won two consecutive matches against third-year Source Martial Practitioners. This news naturally spread quickly throughout the academy.

Although the two she defeated were not top-tier Source Martial Practitioners, they were not weak either. The Late-Stage of Spirit-Seeking Realm was extremely rare among second-year students. By the third year, nearly half could reach this level. For a lower-year student to face such a gap in cultivation and break through the preliminaries was very difficult.

However, not only did Yuyin win two matches in a row, but she also won with ease. What everyone didn't know was that Yuyin hadn't even used her full strength against such ordinary third-year opponents.

Firstly, it wasn't necessary. Secondly, she didn't want to injure her opponents.

Yuyin had two more matches to win before she could advance from the preliminaries.

In Yuyin's third match, a third-year senior who used a Blood Drop was also easily defeated by her.

In the afternoon, the competition in the Southeast Dojo ended. Two pairs of contestants were decided, and they would compete for two spots in the Top 8 in the final round of the preliminaries.

The match-ups were also displayed on the large screen in the venue's contestant rest area.

Group A: Xia Yuyin - Wang Tieshu.

Group B: Shenwu - Hua Yuanjing.

"Senior Sister Jing?" Yuyin stood in the rest area, which was filled with the heavy scent of some male contestants, and looked at the large screen. She had been competing here all along but had never seen Hua Yuanjing compete.

"Hua Yuanjing is one of the four contestants who don't need to participate in the earlier matches and directly enter the final round of the preliminaries," said Senior Brother Shenwu, his forehead wrapped in bandages, as he walked to Yuyin's side. That afternoon, he had gone all out and narrowly defeated a third-year senior from the Artisan Department.

Shenwu and Wang Tieshu were originally among the top few powerful second-year students. After losing to Yuyin, their masculine pride made them bide their time and train furiously. Their strength had improved considerably. Coupled with some luck in the groupings, they both fought their way into the Top 16, but the process was by no means easy. For example, Wang Xuezhang, the champion of the second-year group, was eliminated instead.

"I see. By the way, congratulations on making it to the Top 16, Senior Brother Shenwu."

"Heh, congratulations for what? This is as far as I go. In this academy, there's only one person who can defeat Hua Yuanjing, and it's clearly not me. Yuyin, fortunately, the two Top 8 contenders from our division will be placed in separate halves of the bracket in the finals. If you defeat Wang Tieshu, you won't have to worry about facing Senior Sister Jing in the Top 8 match."

"Xia Yuyin, we of the Swordsman Department are counting on you." Shenwu wanted to pat Yuyin's shoulder but suddenly felt he didn't have the standing to act like such a senior. He smiled helplessly and left silently.

"Xia Yuyin... good!" Not far away, Wang Tieshu saw the match-up and stared fiercely at Yuyin's back. Her alluring figure further stirred his violent desires. "To think I'd really run into you. This time, there's no way I can lose again!"

However, Wang Tieshu had also watched one of Yuyin's matches. To be honest, he was still a bit lacking in confidence, but he was absolutely unwilling to admit it. "When the time comes, I'll definitely kill you!"

He continuously stirred up his violent tendencies, turning them into courage to psych himself up. Gradually, he started to feel that he could actually defeat Yuyin.

The final round of the Source Martial Competition preliminaries was held in mid-April.

On the day of the competition.

The Southeast Martial Arts Dojo was packed to capacity.

This was not only because the winner would enter the final championship, but also because many of the people present had come to see this campus beauty, a first-year student, who had defeated consecutive third-year powerhouses.

People loved to see the birth of a hero. Since Lan Lingfeng, no such figure had appeared in the academy.

Although Lan Lianyue was also overwhelmingly powerful and revered by the entire school, it was difficult for her to ignite new passion in everyone under the shadow of her brother's halo.

Today, Xia Yuyin was different.

A first-year student, recognized by the entire school as the sexiest and most beautiful, and with the most secret admirers, was very likely to fight her way into the Top 8.

Because her opponent was Wang Tieshu, whom she had defeated in an informal match on the court last semester.

"Yuyin, you can do it!" Under the care of Senior Sister Liu Xing, Little Yuan and Yingluo had also managed to get the best viewing spots. They would not mix with Yuyin's fan club. They were Yuyin's roommates and dual cultivation partners.

"Junior Sister Yuyin... be very careful. You must give that gorilla a good beating for me!" The senior who had been injured by Wang Tieshu before had also come.

Wang Tieshu, holding two heavy plastic-steel axes, walked onto the stage. He raised the two axes high and clashed them together. His upper body was bare, and he glared at Yuyin, letting out a powerful roar.

This was to intimidate Yuyin, and also to bolster his own courage.

In the stands, a support group of large students from the Strongman Department carried in a war drum. Hu Yidun was vigorously beating the drum to cheer for his big brother.

And among this group of large male students, there was one who was particularly tall and stout, like a mountain of flesh, with a height of over 2 meters and 10 centimeters.

This man was nearly bald, with a small braid as thin as a lamp wick on a pot lid-like patch of hair on his head. Half of his face was painted with blue patterns.

He was Jiang Da, one of the top four third-year Source Martial Practitioners in the entire Lingdu Source Martial Academy. Before Lan Lianyue announced her participation, he was also considered a strong contender for the championship.

"Wang Tieshu, if you can't beat this woman, you might as well drop out of the department for me," Jiang Da, burly and thick-waisted, his thick arms crossed, grinned.

The referee teacher announced the start of the match!

"Xia Yuyin! Today, Laozi will make you know the consequences of offending a real man!"

With a loud roar, Wang Tieshu erupted with Primordial Energy. The faint figure of a wild ox appeared behind him. He swung the heavy axes, creating a mighty, pale-yellow whirlwind that charged towards Yuyin.

"With this pair of axes in my hands, this isn't like last time!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! The two axes, carrying the strong wind of Primordial Energy, chopped towards Yuyin one after another.

Yuyin seemed about to move forward, but then her body swayed gently, taking a small step back. However, her black longsword was swung out, covering the full distance.

Bang!

The longsword struck one of Wang Tieshu's axes. A terrifying power, like a sea-calming divine pillar, nearly tore the tendons in his thick wrist. The axe was knocked off course, deflecting to the side. Bang! It collided with the other axe.

The two axes collided, and Wang Tieshu's formation was thrown into chaos.

Yuyin's gaze turned cold. Seizing the opportunity, she lunged forward and thrust her sword at Wang Tieshu's chest.

Thump.

With a muffled sound, the plastic-steel sword hit Wang Tieshu right in the heart. Although the edgeless sword didn't break the skin, it sank more than an inch into his thick flesh.

"Ugh..." Wang Tieshu felt a piercing pain in his chest, so intense he couldn't even cry out. His large face turned purple-red. He stood there dumbly, holding his axes, trembling...

Yuyin let out a soft breath and retracted her longsword.

A moment later, Wang Tieshu's heavy body fell backward onto the stage with a thud.