Chapter 217: I'm Just a Passing Sword Master

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The entire arena instantly fell silent.

The bright and sharp sword flickered with a cold light under the lamplight, and everyone could feel the chilling aura emanating from it.

Liu Ming was dumbfounded. As a student of the Thunderclap Academy, one of the five great academies, his strength was naturally not weak to be able to participate in this exchange conference. He was also a Spirit Elder, with a soul power of thirty-six ranks.

However, he had no idea when this person in front of him had put a sword to his neck.

The speed was too fast, not even giving him time to react.

It was terrifying!

Zeng Yi squinted his eyes, wearing a gentle smile. "Don't move. If I accidentally move my sword, your head might fall off, and that wouldn't be good."

"After all, if your clothes are wet, you can still change them. But if your head is gone, there's nowhere for you to change it, you know!"

"Stay still." Looking at the person in front of him saying these words with a smile, like a demon whispering in his ear, the sharpness emanating from the sword made his soul tremble, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his throat swallowed involuntarily.

Fear surged within him.

Liu Ming had just wanted to activate his soul power and break free from this person's deadly threat, but in just an instant, he felt his newly activated soul power being suppressed. A warning bell ringing in his mind made him realize that if he attempted to resist again, his head would be lying on the ground the next moment.

He believed that this person would not hesitate to do such a thing, as there was a hint of coldness in his narrowed eyes.

The elites from the five major academies in the distance were all stunned by this situation. They had expected some outcome, but they didn't anticipate it would turn out like this. This person directly unsheathed his sword, catching everyone off guard.

Shui Bing'er looked at Zeng Yi's figure, a trace of regret flashed in her beautiful eyes. She had learned about Zeng Yi's strength and knew that she wouldn't be inferior to him. As the chief of the Skywater Academy, she represented Zeng Yi's strength not being weaker than the other four academy chiefs present. Shui Bing'er deliberately mentioned that Zeng Yi was a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect because she knew about the relationship between the Thunderclap Academy and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

She believed that the chief of the Thunderclap Academy, Yu Tianxin, who was also a direct disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, would definitely go provoke Zeng Yi. In doing so, she could find out the true extent of Zeng Yi's strength.

However, Shui Bing'er did not expect Zeng Yi's temper to be so volatile, unsheathing his sword on the spot. She knew that this was not just a student exchange conference, but also attended by the teachers of the five major academies and the high-ranking nobles of Skywater City. It wasn't the time for combat, and Zeng Yi's actions would undoubtedly draw hostility from everyone.

Some remained silent, while others watched with a spectator mentality, their gazes shifting towards Zeng Yi. Some even looked at Zeng Yi with a hint of disgust at his actions.

"Xiao Yi! What happened?" Fang Nan anxiously ran over and asked. Zeng Yi was brought by her, so if anything happened, she also had responsibility. Although Fang Nan knew that Zeng Yi was very powerful, everyone present were geniuses, including some Spirit Kings and Spirit Emperors. Zeng Yi causing trouble here would definitely lead to a bad outcome.

"Oh, it's Fang Nan sister." Zeng Yi couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Fang Nan approaching, sheathing his sword.

With the sharp sword moving away from his neck, Liu Ming couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, but his legs were still trembling slightly.

Suddenly, Liu Ming felt a force slapping against his shoulder, causing his knees to buckle, almost dropping to the ground.

Looking over, it turned out this person had hugged his shoulder, patting it warmly.

"It's alright! This is my new friend. We were just joking around, hahaha." Zeng Yi held Liu Ming's shoulder, laughing loudly, his expression not the least bit off. It was as if the conflict just now had never occurred.

"Isn't that right?" He looked at Liu Ming with a smile, like a demon whispering in his ear. The aura radiating from the sword made Liu Ming's soul tremble, and a slight cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Fear welled up within him. Liu Ming had just thought of activating his soul power to break free from this person's threat, but in that instant, he felt his recently activated soul power being suppressed. The warning bells in his mind signaled that if he tried to resist again, his head would probably fall to the ground the next moment.

"Is that right?" The person next to Fang Nan couldn't help but say with a disdainful tone, "Is this person you brought in? What a rude country bumpkin, utterly lacking in manners."

These grating words made Fang Nan frown, her face showing displeasure.

Zeng Yi looked over and saw a woman of similar age to Fang Nan. She wore a luxurious dress, had long wavy hair, and adorned herself with bold makeup. She looked at Zeng Yi with an arrogant expression, a hint of contempt in her eyes.

Zeng Yi was a bit puzzled. Why did I provoke you?

"Is he your little boyfriend, Fang Nan?" The woman couldn't help but ask, a mocking expression on her face.

"Yang Yan! Shut up!" Fang Nan's eyes flashed with anger, and she sternly scolded.

However, Yang Yan just laughed, her gaze provocatively shifting to Zeng Yi. "So emotional, could it be that I hit the mark? What do you think, little guy?"

At this moment, Zeng Yi's mouth twitched a few times. He could tell there was some conflict between Fang Nan and this woman, but why drag me into it?

"Can't speak? Let me teach you how to speak. Who are you ?"

The next moment, a glint appeared in Zeng Yi's eyes. Yang Yan didn't know when, but he was holding a long sword, the sharp tip of the sword just one centimeter away from her fair skin.

In her astonished gaze, Zeng Yi smiled faintly.

"No! I'm just a passing…"

"...Sword Master."