SSS-Rank Talent at the Start: Who Dares Face My Sword?

High-martial world + No female lead + Leveling up.

Starting with an SSS-rank talent and a mysterious sword spirit teacher, Jiang Wuyuan can only ask: How can I lose?

Years later.

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Chapter 48, Second Battle

Through these two weeks of classes, Ling Hua has gained a general understanding of Jiang Wuyuan's level of genius.

But a genius is still just a genius. A genius who has not yet fully matured is at risk of dying at any time.

Jiang Wuyuan had experienced too much concern like this in the past few days, and felt somewhat helpless, but he did not refuse other people's kindness: "I'm fine, Professor Ling Hua."

“Okay, I guess I’m just overreacting.” Ling Hua shrugged. “I’ve never seen a student like you.”

Jiang Wuyuan raised an eyebrow: "I'll take that as a compliment."

"I'm just praising you." Ling Hua glanced at him and changed the subject. "The beast tide will probably arrive tomorrow."

Jiang Wuyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded slightly: "I understand, thank you, Professor."

What are you planning to do here?

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk."

Even at night, the clouds in the sky still looked heavy and heavy.

The surroundings were quiet, with a touch of the loneliness of the late night.

Jiang Wuyuan exhaled and looked north.

A towering city wall blocked his view, but Jiang Wuyuan could imagine what lay beyond it.

——

Lu Xingchuan listened attentively to the information gathered by the intelligence personnel, remaining somewhat silent.

Of the 3.5 million enemy troops, one-third were of foreign races.

You should know that alien races are much harder to kill than monsters.

Warcraft is just a bit tougher.

But other races are intelligent beings.

Tomorrow is going to be a tough battle... Lu Xingchuan sighed inwardly.

However, he did not show the slightest sign of retreat or seriousness on his face. He remained calm and serious as usual, which made the generals who were listening in the audience breathe a sigh of relief.

"As you all have heard, the situation tomorrow is more severe than we anticipated," Lu Xingchuan said calmly. "Activate the protective array immediately and deploy all technological weapons. We must inflict heavy damage on the enemy during their first wave of attacks."

"General Lu is right. One must strike while the iron is hot, for the second wave will be weaker, and the third wave will be exhausted. If we break up their first wave of attack, then their subsequent attacks will be nothing to fear."

"Since everyone agrees, let's all go back and rest now," Lu Xingchuan smiled. "As the situation changes, our plans will also change, so let's be flexible. We'll celebrate together after the battle is over!"

"yes!"

——

Jiang Wuyuan heard the military whistle again in the quiet afternoon.

Although the sky was overcast, the sun was blazing, which still made people feel a little warm.

They quickly arrived at the guerrilla unit's assembly point, where Qi Anlan was smilingly mustering his troops.

"Stand still, don't slouch, set a good example for the students." Qi Anlan laughed and kicked a soldier in the butt.

"Yes, Commander!" The soldier stood firmly, not daring to brush off the shoe prints on his trousers.

Compared to his subordinates whom he had worked with for a long time, he was more worried about the students who had come to help him, so he turned his gaze to them and said: "We have cooperated once before. The first battle was a success, and you have shown me the bravery and fearlessness of the new generation. I hope that our cooperation today will be even more seamless."

Seeing the seriousness in Qi Anlan's eyes, Jiang Wuyuan responded along with the rest of the group.

"Our guerrilla group's current mission is to intercept flying magical beasts and alien races in the air, together with another team," Qi Anlan said in a deep voice. "Anyone who cannot fly for long periods of time can apply to switch teams with me."

The last sentence certainly didn't refer to his soldiers.

The guerrilla group is full of elites, and that's no exaggeration; all of his soldiers have reached the Martial King level.

So when he said that, his gaze was directed at Jiang Wuyuan and Fang Miao.

He had noticed these two people during the battle two days ago, but his focus on them was different.

I admire Jiang Wuyuan.

Fang Miao was worried.

Jiang Wuyuan proved with his strength that he was absolutely qualified to stand here, but Fang Miao was somewhat lacking.

Upon hearing Qi Anlan's words, Ruan Kongyin subconsciously glanced at the two of them, pondered for a moment, and then looked at Fang Miao: "What are your thoughts?"

Fang Miao knew as soon as Ruan Kongyin turned his head that he wanted her to switch to another troupe.

She knows her own abilities. She's already at her limit to come here. If she goes on a mission that's too difficult, she'll only be a hindrance.

So she readily agreed: "Team leader, I request to change teams."

No one looked at her with disdain, because everyone knew that this was the right choice.

"Okay, I approve." Qi Anlan nodded in agreement and assigned her to a support team with a relatively easy task.

Qi Anlan glanced at the indifferent-looking young swordsman and said nothing more: "Get ready, follow me!"

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This battle was not a probing exercise by the vanguard, but a real engagement between the main forces of both sides.

Jiang Wuyuan stood in mid-air with the guerrilla group, looking down at the vast sea of ​​people below, and felt a deep sense of emotion.

Perhaps it was one of the most unforgettable sights of his life.

Countless ranged soldiers stood on the seemingly endless city walls, while melee fighters were mostly waiting in ambush outside the walls.

Suddenly, a blue protective shield appeared beside the city wall, a semi-circular transparent light curtain that completely protected the city wall.

"This is a protective array. Attacks from the outside won't reach the protective shield, but attacks from the inside can still be launched outwards," Ruan Kongyin explained softly.

"Very practical," Jiang Wuyuan exclaimed.

After a short while, a figure flew out of the tent before everyone's eyes.

He stood in mid-air, his posture upright.

Even from a great distance, Jiang Wuyuan could still discern in him the bearing of an exceptionally elite soldier.

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