When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 114 : The Pure White Spear

114: The Pure White Spear

This sword strike was heavy.

Although it had no blade, this plastic-steel longsword, made of high-tech material, was extremely tough. It was like an iron rod thrust straight into Wang Tieshu's heart. Although the body of a Strongman in the Late-Stage of Spirit-Seeking Realm was already very well-trained, with a defensive strength greater than a rhino's, and ordinary mortal weapons could not harm it, with real swords and spears finding it very difficult to cut, Yuyin, back in the Early Stage of the Spirit-Seeking Realm, could already match Wang Tieshu in strength without being at a disadvantage. Now, Yuyin was already in the Late-Stage of Spirit-Seeking Realm. Coupled with her Imperial Daughter Body Refinement and the improvement in her sword techniques and other aspects, her strength had long exceeded Wang Tieshu's by more than two or three times.

Both were in the Late-Stage of Spirit-Seeking Realm. Although Wang Tieshu had improved, his strength was not much greater than Wang Yin's, who used the copper club.

Yuyin's strike, though a thrust, surpassed the force of Wang Tieshu's full-power axe swing. Moreover, it was concentrated on a single point and aimed at a vital spot. Its power was imaginable.

The Medic teacher from below the stage immediately ran up to check, took out a spirit pill to fumigate him, and waved his hands continuously, signaling that Wang Tieshu had lost consciousness. However, he was not seriously injured, just fainted. Yuyin had still controlled her force with considerable precision.

It was just that the "point" of impact was a bit too heavy.

Yuyin won, but the arena fell into a brief stupor before the cheers began.

Who would have thought that the strongest second-year student who had fought Yuyin on the basketball court a few months ago would be defeated so easily this time.

The two of them were now on completely different levels.

"Xia Yuyin, has she already reached Spirit-Seeking Perfection? But that was Wang Tieshu, the strongest of the second-years, stronger than most third-years in the Late-Stage of Spirit-Seeking Realm, especially with his tough skin and strong defense. How could he be defeated in a single move?"

"But even at Spirit-Seeking Perfection, that shouldn't be possible, right?"

In the stands, many Source Martial Practitioners exclaimed in discussion.

"Yuyin is indeed very strong, but there was an element of chance in that last sword strike. Suddenly disrupting the opponent's movement and thrusting at a vital spot, even at the same realm, there's a possibility of being defeated in one move if hit directly in a vital area."

"That's true. This is real combat. Things change in an instant. Xia Yuyin is definitely stronger than Wang Tieshu, but her ability to seize opportunities is even greater."

Several analytical Source Martial Practitioners drew a preliminary conclusion.

If they didn't analyze it this way, there was no other explanation. Could it be that Yuyin's raw strength had already surpassed Spirit-Seeking Perfection? That was truly too hard to believe.

"Surpassing Spirit-Seeking Perfection? No, no! That's impossible."

"She's not the Lan Lingfeng of back then. For two such rare geniuses in human history to appear in the same academy, the probability is almost nonexistent."

"Yuyin..." Others could say this, but today, even Chen Qian'ning had come to watch. Sitting in the teachers' viewing area, she could see Yuyin's true strength. "Your progress... is truly unbelievable even for a teacher... What kind of opportunity have you encountered?"

"However, this is a good thing." Chen Qian'ning smiled with relief and would not expose Yuyin's strength.

Next, the second match for the other Top 8 spot was between Shenwu and Hua Yuanjing.

For the competition between two Swordsman Department students for a spot in the finals, Chen Qian'ning had to rush back to watch no matter how busy she was. And in the West Martial Arts Dojo division, Liu Xing also had a good chance of advancing to the Top 8.

But now, Chen Qian'ning already knew in her heart who the true ace of the Swordsman Department was.

Hua Yuanjing, 188 centimeters tall, with beautiful, healthy features and extremely long, white hair, possessed exceptional athletic ability and was very popular in the academy.

She wore a black, Western-style, uniform-like dress and held a white longsword. Although this longsword was made of high-tech material, it was custom-made. The blade was as long as two-fifths of the shaft, making it very beautiful.

As for Shenwu, he wore a crisp shirt and trousers, appearing robust and disciplined.

"Vice President, please advise me. Shenwu sincerely seeks your guidance," Shenwu said, bowing very formally.

"Shenwu, then my first request for you is to go all out!"

Hua Yuanjing brandished her longsword, like a pure white wheel dance, drawing a wave of screams from the girls on stage.

"Senior Sister Jing is amazing." Yuyin had also specifically come to the contestant area to watch Hua Yuanjing's match. Just from the way she moved her sword, Yuyin could sense that Hua Yuanjing's proficiency with the sword was beyond imagination, and her style, just like the woman herself, was free-spirited and sharp.

As the match began, Hua Yuanjing was full of attacking intent, not conservative despite her superior strength.

Bang!

Bang!

Every one of Hua Yuanjing's strikes was swift and heavy, forcing Shenwu to stagger as he parried. Although Jing was a girl, her strength was immense, and her long white sword was exceptionally stable. Several times, Shenwu was almost knocked off the stage.

Shenwu's sword was short, but Hua Yuanjing was too fast. With her dodging and weaving, the sword was like a white lightning bolt. Shenwu couldn't find any opportunity to get close. Approaching her would result in a heavy and terrifying sword strike, leaving him almost unable to retaliate.

Hua Yuanjing's white longsword thrust like a spear, swung like a sword, and spun like a great shield. All of Shenwu's counterattacks were futile...

The entire match lasted only three minutes, and this was only because Hua Yuanjing deliberately wanted to give Shenwu some practice and had no intention of using her ultimate techniques to injure him.

Shenwu was utterly convinced of his defeat.

Hua Yuanjing had been at Spirit-Seeking Perfection for nearly a year and was said to be on the verge of a breakthrough.

A Purple Domain Expert... that was an existence in a completely different world.

And the gap wasn't just in the Primordial Energy realm. Hua Yuanjing's swordsmanship, movement techniques, and state of mind were all far above Shenwu's, leading significantly in every aspect. It was a fight that was impossible to win.

The match ended in a harmonious atmosphere where Hua Yuanjing was not surprised and Shenwu was not sad. As the Vice President of the Student Council, Hua Yuanjing would occasionally give Shenwu pointers. Both of them knew the outcome of this battle long ago.

In the women's contestant locker room.

Yuyin had not changed clothes just to watch the match and came to do so now, not expecting to run into Hua Yuanjing.

"Senior Sister Jing."

"Yuyin." Hua Yuanjing smiled faintly. In front of Yuyin, she took off her dress, revealing high-waisted black silk stockings and a bra no smaller than Yuyin's.

This made Yuyin feel embarrassed. She turned around to change her own clothes. If she didn't change, was she supposed to just watch Hua Yuanjing change?

As Yuyin bent over, she worried that Hua Yuanjing would hug her from behind like last time, but... she didn't.

"Senior Sister Jing?" Yuyin was not, of course, hoping to be hugged from behind in the locker room, but she felt that Hua Yuanjing seemed a bit different.

"Yuyin." Hua Yuanjing said as she put on her shirt, "It looks like we'll be in different halves of the bracket."

"That's great. I don't want to meet Senior Sister Jing too early," Yuyin said, fastening the somewhat tight buttons on her chest.

"What should I do..." Hua Yuanjing lowered her head, her long hair cascading down.

"Senior Sister Jing?" Yuyin couldn't see her expression.

"As for her... what on earth should I do about her..." Hua Yuanjing leaned against the locker, her chest heaving. She smiled with relief at the corner of her mouth, but it looked somewhat powerless.

Yuyin suddenly understood. She had also studied the Top 8 bracket. After Senior Sister Lianyue won her round, she would be in the same half of the bracket as Senior Sister Jing.

Unless there was an upset, the two of them would meet in the semi-finals.

"Senior Sister Jing..." Yuyin walked over and gently placed her slender fingers on Hua Yuanjing's arm.