Chapter 228: Xiaofans Counterattack!

Chapter 228: Xiaofan's Counterattack!

"Xiaofan, hurry up and go!"

"Xiaofan, why are you just standing there?"

Beside Jiang Xiaofan stood Feng Mo and Yang Jun. Though not selected, they felt a tinge of disappointment but were still happy for Jiang Xiaofan.

After all, Jiang Xiaofan's roommates could clearly see that his daily efforts surpassed theirs by several times.

Especially Yang Jun, who felt genuine regret and a sense of inferiority when thinking about Jiang Xiaofan's dedication compared to his own.

"Jiang Xiaofan, why aren't you coming up?" Leng Jianfeng's cold gaze bore down from the platform, fixed squarely on Jiang Xiaofan.

Jiang Xiaofan snapped out of his daze, his eyes even shimmering with tears.

He was moved and grateful!

Clutching his fists, he bowed deeply to Leng Jianfeng. "Thank you, Instructor Leng! Thank you!"

Leng Jianfeng sneered. "Quit the useless talk and get up here!"

"Yes!"

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Xiaofan dashed out from the crowd, obediently making his way up to the platform.

Thus, a total of fifteen students were selected to enter the second-tier training stage.

"What? Jiang Xiaofan was chosen too? I can't accept this!" Li Erdan,who was just chased off the platform, couldn't believe even someone like Jiang Xiaofan, who was considered to have mediocre talent, was selected. Immediately, he felt a sense of injustice.

"Exactly! How is it possible for Jiang Xiaofun, the guy with the least amount of talent in the East Court, to be selected? Why him? Why not me?"

"Bullshit! Say that again if you've got the guts! Xiaofan works harder than anyone!" Yang Jun clenched his fists, shouting at those insolent individuals.

"Hahaha! Hard work? Yeah, for such a fool, is there any other way besides working hard?"

"Dumb birds fly first. With his mediocre talent, if he doesn't put in more effort, he'll be kicked out of Tianwei Academy in half a year!"

Those mocking words were unbearable to hear.

Yang Jun, Feng Mo, and a few other friends of Jiang Xiaofan retorted, causing chaos in the audience.

Jiang Xiaofan clenched his fists. This simple-minded young man didn't have much presence in ordinary days. To others, he was just a big, simple-minded fellow!

Even if he put in more effort than others, he still needed to practice the same techniques thirty or fifty times to match what others achieved in just a few repetitions.

"Then you're asking for trouble. Don't blame me!"

With a bold stride, Li Erdan drew a gleaming treasured sword from his grip. Its unsheathing was accompanied by a crisp sound, revealing its mystical artifact nature.

Swish, swish, swish!

Demonstrating his swordsmanship flamboyantly, Li Erdan waved his blade with precision and pointed it towards the ground in a cool, composed manner. "Jiang Xiaofan, it's your move! I'll allow you three moves!"

Jiang Xiaofan concentrated, feeling a hint of nervousness as he prepared to showcase his skills in front of his fellow students.

In truth, he wasn't entirely sure of the extent of his own abilities.

"In that case, I won't hold back!" Jiang Xiaofan gritted his teeth, circulating the true qi within his body. With a swift movement, he darted forward, his footwork appearing quite skillful.

Observing from below, the students murmured in surprise, "Huh? Jiang Xiaofan's footwork seems rather impressive, doesn't it?"

"It just looks that way. After three moves, Jiang Xiaofan will lose."

"Well, I guess so. After all he's just a fool."

But in the blink of an eye—

Whoosh!

With a swift movement, a brownish sword aura surged from Jiang Xiaofan's hand. Executing the Flashing Steps taught to him by Ling Feng, he unleashed an astonishing amount of sword qi through that plain iron sword.

This move, plain and unremarkable, was merely the Descending Ferocious Tiger taught alongside basic swordsmanship.

Yet, his speed was truly remarkable.

"Tsk, just as I thought..." Li Erdan sneered. He was about to mock Jiang Xiaofan, but before he could utter a word, he felt something terrifyingly fast bumping against his sword. Jiang Xiaofan, who appeared foolish and simple, was charging forward like a fierce tiger.

The smile on Li Erdan's face had yet to fade when, caught off guard, he found himself only able to raise his sword to block.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing was exceptionally harsh, sending shivers down the spines of all the students in the arena!

Li Erdan felt as if he had been struck hard by a heavy hammer. He staggered back several steps, almost reaching the edge of the platform before finally steadying himself.

What was even more unbelievable to him was that his right hand holding the sword felt numb and was trembling!

The strength of this guy is unexpectedly terrifying!