Although they knew that this was just a competition, under the power of the invisible divine sword, everyone felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, as if the person facing Mu Hanyan was either someone else or themselves.
"So, your sword is actually a divine weapon!" Nan Aotian was slightly startled, and drew out his sword at an extremely slow speed. After only half an inch of sword light flashed, the sound of a dragon's roar was heard, releasing bursts of domineering and powerful aura.
Even if the sword in his hand wasn't a divine weapon, it wouldn't be much worse. He had previously concealed not only his strength but also his sword. Only then did everyone see that the sword he used today was completely different from the one he used last night.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and everyone's heart beat faster involuntarily, as if it was about to burst out.
"It seems that Mu Hanyan has met his match this time. I don't know if I will have another chance to fight him." Jiang Qiling looked at this scene, not knowing whether she was gloating or regretful.
"I originally wanted to fight again and step on Mu Hanyan to clear my name, but now it seems that I may not have this chance anymore." Yue Fanchen shook his head and sighed.
Although the sky was clear, everyone felt so depressed, as if dark clouds were pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe.
"Actually, I know your most fatal weakness." Mu Hanyan smiled slightly.
"What?" Nan Aotian was suddenly startled.
He only felt that Mu Hanyan's gaze was fixed on a certain part of him, as sharp as a knife.
No, it's impossible. How could he possibly know? Nan Aotian felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.
"Nine Heavens, Stars Fall!" Finally, Mu Hanyan slashed out with her sword. Her gaze was still fixed on a certain spot on Nan Aotian's body.
The smile on his face is still so confident.
"Wait!" At this moment, Nan Aotian suddenly spoke.
Mu Hanyan had just used half of her move when she heard his shout and abruptly stopped her sword move, looking at Nan Aotian with a smile on her face.
"How about we try a different way of competing?" Nan Aotian said.
"How to compare?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"We are all children of aristocratic families. Fighting and killing each other would be beneath our dignity. Why don't we just have a literary duel, sit down and discuss philosophy and talk about heroes over wine, wouldn't that be a beautiful story." Nan Aotian put his sword back into the sheath with a snort, shook his sleeves, showing the aristocratic air of a child of aristocratic family, and said to Mu Hanyan.
"Puff!" Jiang Qiling and Yue Fanchen, who were leisurely drinking tea and preparing to watch a big show, burst out at the same time.
Everyone in the audience was stunned. No one doubted that Mu Hanyan and Nan Aotian had met their match, and that a battle of epic proportions would ensue, perhaps even a lifelong memory.
Who would have thought that Nan Aotian would actually sheathe his sword and even suggest a literary duel. If he were given a folding fan and his beard shaved off, he would actually look like a handsome young man.
But, look at your bulging muscles and your stubbled face, you are still fighting with words, do you live up to your mighty appearance?
"Not interested." Mu Hanyan refused without hesitation.
"Do you have to take action?" Nan Aotian tilted his head and looked at Mu Hanyan.
"Nonsense." Mu Hanyan said firmly.
"Then is there something we should discuss?" Nan Aotian said.
"What do you want to discuss?" Mu Hanyan asked with a smile.
"You can hit me, but don't hit me in the face, especially don't touch my beard." Nan Aotian said.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on the stage dropped their jaws in shock again. Let's just have a verbal duel; they wanted to see how this unshaven-bearded fellow was going to conduct himself. Seeing that Mu Hanyan firmly opposed it and Nan Aotian proposed to discuss it, they were even more curious about what kind of national affairs this fellow wanted to discuss.
Who would have thought that he would actually make such a request.
Beards, are beards that important? More important than a freshman competition with a master?
"Is the beard important?" Mu Hanyan asked with a smile.
"It's very important. I've been growing it for so many years to finally get it like this. You can do whatever you want, but you must not touch my beard." Nan Aotian said almost paranoidly.
"Then I might as well just admit defeat." Mu Hanyan said unhappily.
"That would be the best." Nan Aotian was overjoyed when he heard that.
"Shameless! So shameless." Not only did the audience in the audience curse, even Mu Hanyan felt the urge to curse.
"Hey, are you guys still going to compete or not?" The instructor couldn't stand it anymore.
"Forget it, I won't compete anymore. I admit defeat." Nan Aotian said bluntly.
"What, give up?!" The instructor was stunned.
The freshman competitions of Longyan College were not only about becoming famous and making a name for themselves, but also about generous rewards. At the same time, the courage and perseverance in the duel between the strong also represented their dignity as kendo practitioners, and even more so the dignity of their families and mentors. Therefore, from ancient times to the present, few people would directly admit defeat.
Nan Aotian talked a lot of nonsense and didn't even bother to engage in a verbal fight. He just admitted defeat directly, which of course was beyond everyone's expectations.
"What else can I do if I don't admit defeat? My domineering sword can't suppress her sword power at all. If we start fighting, it will definitely be a tough battle that will shake the world.
Winning or losing is fine, but if she accidentally hurts my beard, tell me, is it worth it? Is it worth it? "Nan Aotian looked at the instructor and said confidently.
Beard, beard again! The instructor was a little crazy, and couldn't help but repeat Mu Hanyan's question, roaring: "Is the beard so important to you?!"
"Why is it not important? Forget it. People like you will never understand the sadness of being treated as a girl by everyone since childhood, and then being treated as a gigolo and a rabbit when you grow up. You also don't know how important my beard is to me. Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you. I give up." Nan Aotian had a sad face, and he simply admitted defeat in the end.
Then, he waved his sleeves and disappeared without a cloud in his sight, leaving only his chin and eyeballs on the ground.
Beard, and more beard! Nan Aotian's words seemed to still ring in their ears, and everyone was in a mess.
"Sir, this should be considered my victory." Mu Hanyan woke up the mentor who was in a deep dream and said.
"Mu Hanyan wins!" The instructor announced the result with a wry smile.
There were no cheers or applause. Everyone stared at Nan Aotian's tall figure walking away in a daze.
"Hahahaha, I won, I won, pay up quickly." Finally, someone cheered excitedly, but obviously, it was not because of how tense and dangerous the competition was, or how ups and downs it was.
"Nan Aotian, you bastard, this is a freshman competition, and you actually give up like that." Just as Ling Baobao was cheering, someone finally couldn't help but curse.
"Hu Zi, you only care about your beard. You will die after two moves!" Someone also cursed in a crying voice.
Obviously, they were the unlucky ones whose large sum of money was accidentally stolen by Ling Baobao.
(Dear ones, on the last day of this month, Han Yan’s female identity is revealed. Hahahaha, I don’t have to eat the keyboard anymore. Please give me your monthly vote~~Ahhh)
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