Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 167 - 166: Beating the Student with a Stick

Chapter 167: Chapter 166: Beating the Student with a Stick

Fight together?

"Cold gentleman, not to mention you, even if Teacher Gao Yulan were here, she wouldn’t dare let us attack together," Xiang Donglai arrogantly said, "If the eighteen of us were to take action together and happened to kill you by accident, we couldn’t bear the responsibility."

"Xiang Junior Brother, don’t say that; maybe he really is that powerful?" Li Shuangyan didn’t want to miss this opportunity to make fun of Lin Hao, "To him, we might be nothing at all."

"Nothing at all, haha." Hong Dali roared with laughter, "Sister Li, if this kid really thinks that way, I guarantee he will never be able to stand again."

"Sorry to interrupt." Suddenly, Lin Hao cut off their conversation, "Your Sister Li is not wrong, right now, in my eyes, you are just a group of students."

"Pfft."

As soon as Lin Hao’s words came out, many laughed, including those Inner Courtyard disciples watching below, each one laughing uncontrollably.

"This is the first time I’ve seen someone so shameless."

"Exactly, haha, we are his students, as if we came here to learn?"

"Ah, eighteen years old, just too young, unaware of the dangers of the world."

Even Guo Hengyu clicked his tongue in the crowd; none of those present were not experts, and here was Lin Hao thinking of fighting all eighteen.

What is the difference from seeking death?

Su Mo and the two others stood in the front row with somewhat strange expressions. They had advised Lin Hao to be low-key before coming, but it turned out still the same.

However, they did not know that Lin Hao had been very low-key. If he were any more high-profile, these eighteen people would not have the chance to speak.

"Teacher Lin, since that’s the case, let me be the first to experience your prowess," Xiang Donglai said teasingly in a loud voice, "A few days ago, Teacher Du passed on a set of Sword Skill to me called the Meteor Flower Rain Sword."

"Clang!"

Xiang Donglai pulled out the long sword from his waist, about one meter long, entirely red, and it looked very stylish.

"Lin Hao, this is my sword, where’s yours?" Xiang Donglai asked.

"Alright, I’ll give you a chance to challenge me." Lin Hao glanced around, looking for an appropriate weapon.

After all, it was not a fight to the death but a competition with students, so he could not use anything too sharp, worried about injuring the opponent.

Finally, his gaze settled on a clump of foxtail grass.

He walked a few steps to the tuft of grass, plucked a stalk of foxtail, and said, "I’ll use this."

"Kid, are you looking down on me? Fine, since you are so arrogant, then I’ll let you understand what a real sword is!"

Xiang Donglai got angry, Lin Hao using a stalk of foxtail grass was outright contempt for him.

"Whoosh!"

Xiang Donglai made his move, infusing mighty Primordial Qi into the sword; the already red sword turned even redder, like a hot iron.

"Meteor, Flower Rain Sword!"

He leaped beautifully, arriving in front of Lin Hao, the sword shadows flickered continuously, as if turning into a shower of meteors, unceasing and magnificent.

This sword had many variations, flowing endlessly, impossible to see clearly.

The Inner Courtyard disciples all let out exclamations of admiration, truly befitting of a Sword Skill personally taught by Teacher Du, it was top-notch.

In the forest, Teacher Du herself nodded appreciatively; Xiang Donglai was a skilled swordsman, and he had already grasped sixty percent of the Meteor Flower Rain Sword.

Lin Hao’s expression was unmoved, his eyes fixed on the shower of swords, as he repeatedly retreated.

"Well done, well fought!"

"Xiang Donglai is indeed powerful, truly deserving as Teacher Du’s leading Disciple."

"This cold gentleman is not that great after all."

The Disciples were cheering continuously, Xiang Donglai full of pride, pressing forward step by step: "Hmph, aren’t you very capable? Why dodge? Do you dare to face your enemy head-on?"

Lin Hao remained silent, not speaking, continuously dodging from the shower of swords.

"Cold gentleman, you were so arrogant, and now you’re still being suppressed." Li Shuangyan shouted loudly, "Nothing more than that, are you qualified to be our instructor?"

"Exactly, quickly call Dean Lei to come and see this trash instructor."

All around, the mockery kept arising, and Xiang Dongliu’s face slowly became ugly.

Because from beginning to end, he hadn’t even touched the hem of Lin Hao’s clothes.

Even more so, he hadn’t felt any Primordial Qi from Lin Hao’s body.

The opponent was evading his onslaught purely with physical movements.

Realizing this, he was quite astonished in his heart.

"Cold block of wood, let’s see how long you can dodge." He gritted his teeth, and his sword shadows merged into one piece, attacking Lin Hao from all directions.

"Meteor Flower Rain Sword, Seventh Form, Sword Slash Huashan!"

With a loud shout, all the sword shadows converged into one, and the red sword burst out with bright red radiance, chopping straight at Lin Hao.

"Do you know why I was dodging?" Suddenly, Lin Hao stopped and stood upright on the spot, slowly raising the dog-tail grass in his hand,

"I was just waiting for you to use your strongest move to see how far you can get."

In the midst of speaking, everyone was shocked to see that the dog-tail grass in Lin Hao’s hand stood erect, brushing past Xiang Donglai’s sword.

The next instant.

Xiang Donglai’s body, as if immobilized, didn’t move an inch.

A dog-tail grass protruded straight from his forehead, unerring.

His sword strike, however, missed its mark, never touching Lin Hao.

"Your swordmanship, it disappoints me." Almost simultaneously, Lin Hao’s words, soft and gentle, echoed in Xiang Donglai’s ear; in front of his forehead, the dog-tail grass snapped in half and drifted to the ground.

All this happened in less than twenty seconds.

Time seemed to stand still.

Silence filled the hall.

Everyone incredulously stared at Xiang Donglai and Lin Hao.

People knew that if Lin Hao had held a sword instead of dog-tail grass in his hand,

Then Xiang Donglai would already be dead, in Huangquan!

"Impossible, impossible..." Xiang Donglai couldn’t believe that someone could defeat him with just a stem of grass.

He let out a loud cry, and the next instant, he struck again.

But this time, Lin Hao no longer dodged.

He met each move head-on.

Each time, he could circumvent Xiang Donglai’s sword, pointing the dog-tail grass to the same spot on his forehead.

Five minutes’ worth of time, if it had been an actual life-and-death struggle, Xiang Donglai would have died thirty-eight times.

"Attack, let’s all attack, to avenge Xiang Donglai." Li Shuangyan was shaken and uncertain, but unwilling to let Lin Hao off just like that, she snorted delicately and was the first to attack.

The remaining sixteen people, regaining their senses, all rushed forward, clashing in a melee.

Below, the students who were watching the fight were dumbstruck.

"Director Lei, should we not intervene?" From within the woodland, Gao Yulan asked worriedly.

"No need," Director Lei said, "Let’s watch for a bit longer."

"Do you think he can win?" Du Shengfang’s expression was gloomy; Lin Hao saying his swordmanship was disappointing had irked him greatly.

Lei Qianxiao paused for a moment then said: "Maybe... it’s possible."

He wasn’t too certain either, after all, he had never seen Lin Hao’s true strength.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The words of Lei Qianxiao had just finished when suddenly, from afar, series of pain-filled cries were heard. Unbeknownst to them, Lin Hao had somehow acquired a wooden stick in his hand.

An ordinary wooden stick, in his hand, was like a disciplinary ruler, landing blow after blow on the eighteen people.

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