Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 168 - 167: It’s Him, It’s Him

Chapter 168: Chapter 167: It’s Him, It’s Him

A simple wooden stick, yet in Lin Hao’s hands, it was like a Spiritual Snake, causing eighteen people to cry out raucously.

No matter how they wielded their swords, Lin Hao could precisely find their flaws and then smack them with his stick.

In the arena, over two hundred students who had not yet taken their turns were completely dumbfounded, several instructors were at a loss for words.

A teenager in his teens, surrounded and attacked by eighteen people older than him, who also wielded swords.

Yet he, strolled leisurely and unhurriedly among them.

The stick in his hand never failed to hit its target with each strike.

The spectators, one by one, watched in utter astonishment.

"Is the gap between us really this large..." Guo Hengyu muttered to himself, his expression bleak.

Originally, he thought that by entering the Inner Courtyard he could surpass Lin Hao.

But now, it seemed that Lin Hao and he were not even from the same world; he was left a hundred streets behind.

He didn’t even have the qualifications to stand alongside him.

"No, I must surpass you." The more Guo Hengyu thought about it, the more dejected he felt, but the greater the dejection, the more driven he became.

If Lin Hao could do it, why couldn’t he!

Su Mo, Zhu Kang, and Zhuang Biyan looked on, dumb as wooden chickens, watching Lin Hao’s dashing figure, momentarily stupefied.

They hadn’t anticipated that their roommate was so formidable.

"Being the school tyrant, seems like, it’s not impossible, huh." Zhu Kang’s chubby face was filled with shock.

"So strong." Zhuang Biyan stared in a daze.

"Ouch."

"Hisss, that hurts!"

At first, the eighteen people were able to act composedly, but later they were beaten into disarray; upon seeing Lin Hao’s stick, they became terrified, surrounding Lin Hao in the center, yet not daring to make a move.

Looking around at the students, Lin Hao held the thin stick and took a step forward.

As he took a step forward, the students retreated.

Step forward, step back.

Finally, Lin Hao stopped: "Are you still going to fight?"

The eighteen faced each other, their expressions ugly.

How could they continue to fight?

The eighteen of them, clearly with a well-secured perimeter, were paradoxically unable to lay a finger on Lin Hao.

Isn’t the result clear enough?

"No more fighting, no more fighting, Teacher Lin, I concede, I concede," Xiang Donglai sincerely said, "I am no match for you."

"Yes, Teacher Lin, I surrender."

"I surrender, too."

"I... concede."

With one conceding, came the second, the third...

In the end, only Hong Dali and Li Shuangyan were left.

Their faces were not looking too good. Although they didn’t speak, they dared not act any further.

"Well then, since you’re not fighting anymore, now, it’s my turn." Lin Hao swung his stick in his hand, striking towards a student.

"Smack!"

The student’s legs went weak, and he immediately knelt on one knee.

Then, Lin Hao struck again.

The remaining seventeen regained their senses and instinctively resisted.

Alas, their resistance was futile.

While they were unable to shake Lin Hao before, now, even less so.

In less than a minute, all eighteen were clutching different body parts, grimacing and sitting on the ground.

The swords in their hands scattered all over the floor.

Not far away, all the students were stupefied, gazing fixedly at the eighteen in the center, their scalps tingling.

A single stick against eighteen men.

Is this guy even human?!

In the forest, besides Lei Qianxiao, the four mentors all fell silent, each one seeing a look of shock in the others’ eyes.

To be fair, when they were Lin Hao’s age, they definitely couldn’t achieve what he had.

"Should we ask him to join ’Dragon Needle’?" After a long moment, Du Shengfang spoke up and asked.

"He won’t join," Lei Qianxiao shook his head. Such a monstrous talent, if there is nothing to attract him, why would he carelessly join any organization?

Dragon Needle.

A team officially from Huaxia,

exists within the Inner Courtyard of Binhai University, precisely to discover and cultivate potential Loose Cultivators and to provide Dragon Needle with fresh blood.

"Why not try it and see?" Gao Yulan asked curiously.

"I’ll ask him about it later," Lei Qianxiao wasn’t very hopeful in his heart.

In front of the library, all eighteen challengers of Lin Hao had been defeated, not one was left standing.

Everyone’s look at Lin Hao had changed.

The sarcasm, mockery, and disdain, all disappeared.

Instead, what they felt was shock, fear, and even terror!

Lin Hao exuded a cold aura, with piercing eyes that people dared not look directly at.

Sweeping his gaze over everyone present, Lin Hao spoke emotionlessly:

"Eighteen people, the combined strength of you eighteen is sufficient to battle against a Grandmaster."

"Do you know why you lost?"

Lin Hao’s eyes blazed intensely, deep and profound as if he had experienced myriad lifetimes, revealing an indescribable bloodthirstiness:

"The sword represents attack, represents killing; drawing your sword without the opponent showing any flaws is a foolish decision."

"The moment you start to lose, the first thing you think of isn’t to find the opponent’s flaws to turn defeat into victory, but merely to defend. If you’re going to defend, why use a sword instead of a shield?"

Lin Hao criticized the eighteen mercilessly: "Using a sword for defense is riddled with gaps, it’s simply stupid!"

"The best defense is offense!"

Many students were left dumbfounded by the scolding.

What Lin Hao taught was vastly different from what they had learned in the past; their Swordsmanship was taught by Du Shengfang.

Du Shengfang’s theory was completely opposite to what Lin Hao had said.

You need to be alive to wield a sword.

So, survival is what’s important.

Not offense.

One must realize that Du Shengfang is a master of Swordsmanship who has dedicated his life to practicing the sword with exceptional prowess.

"Hao brother, I have a question," Su Mo cautiously raised her hand.

"Ask."

"Du Instructor said that for those who practice swordsmanship, the first priority is to stay alive. So, shouldn’t the first thought be to defend?"

"Leading people astray." Lin Hao looked displeased. No wonder Xiang Donglai couldn’t fully unleash the power of the Meteor Flower Rain Sword with such a foundational mistake.

How can one exert the true power of a sword with reservations in the heart?

"Leading people astray? Who are you saying is leading people astray?" Just then, a voice tinged with a hint of coldness suddenly arose behind the crowd.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads toward the direction the voice had come from.

"Hong Dagang?"

"How did he come back?"

"Didn’t he go out on some mission?"

The man behind the crowd, robust and strong, with a height of one meter eighty, somewhat resembled Hong Dali in face shape.

On his back, he carried a large sword.

The sword was big, heavy.

"Brother, you’re finally back!" Excitement washed over Hong Dali’s face as he saw the man, enduring the pain in his body and running towards him.

"What happened to you?" Seeing Hong Dali’s condition, Hong Dagang’s brows furrowed.

"Brother, you have to avenge me! Your brother was thrown down from the third floor yesterday, the third floor! If it weren’t for my thick skin, several of my bones would have been broken, and I’m still bruised up," Hong Dali lamented.

"Who has such audacity?" A cold glint flickered in Hong Dagang’s eyes.

"Him, it’s him!" Without a second thought, Hong Dali pointed at Lin Hao.

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