MM Racing Chapter 180 Campus Trip
Chapter 180 Campus Trip
Three hundred people fell one after another.
It wasn't cut down, of course; it stopped on its own after its weapons were removed.
Some people's wrists were struck by the back of the knife, some people lost their balance and fell to the ground after the blade was deflected, and some people clearly stabbed their targets, but the moment the blade touched the hem of Song Chen's clothes, the hem of his clothes fluttered along the direction of the blade, and all the force was dissipated.
When the last person fell, the square fell silent.
Hundreds of people stood there in a daze, some sat on the ground rubbing their wrists, and some bent down to pick up their swords.
No one was injured; Song Chen's blade only struck pressure points without leaving any wounds.
But everyone was defeated, all by one person, using the same or even less power.
Lin Qingxue stood next to Lu Zhengbei, her hands clasped in front of her. Her eyes had not left Song Chen since he entered the sword formation.
His pupils dilated slightly, his lips involuntarily parted slightly, and his breathing became shallower than usual.
She had seen him in his senior year of high school. Back then, his eyes were focused and intense, like a piece of iron that had been repeatedly forged but was not yet fully formed.
Now his eyes have changed; they're calm, the kind of calm that tells me where the knife will go.
He moved among hundreds of knives as if he were strolling in his own backyard.
Her heart was pounding like crazy.
At the edge of the square, the students finally reacted, and cheers erupted, even louder than before.
Some people were shouting "God Song," some were shouting "The Number One Blade of the Great Xia," and some were holding their phones above their heads and taking pictures like crazy.
The Nanjiang University campus forum has completely crashed, but that's okay, new videos and photos are spreading outwards through countless mobile phones.
At the corner of the teaching building on the east side of the square, Liu Ming slumped to the ground.
His trousers were wet, with a large dark water stain spreading from the crotch all the way down to his shoes.
The urine pooled on the floor tiles beneath him, reflecting the midday sun.
His eyes were unfocused, his lips were trembling, his fingers were trembling, and his whole body looked like a clay sculpture with its bones removed.
He was about to fight this guy and settle things like a man.
He was going to fight someone who, with third-tier strength and an ordinary sword, had defeated hundreds of elite Nanjiang guards in ten minutes.
"Brother Ming..." The underling squatted down next to him, his complexion not much better than his, and his crotch was also wet.
Both of them were so scared they peed their pants, physically.
Liu Ming's reputation at Nanjiang University was already not good, and this wasn't the first time he had bullied people by taking advantage of the Liu family's power.
In the corridors, outside the training hall, and at the entrance of the cafeteria, he has caused trouble for at least several dozen students.
However, since his father was Liu Chongshan, most of the people who were bullied by him endured it.
Nobody tolerates it anymore.
Students at the edge of the square spotted Liu Ming in the corner.
Someone saw his soaked pants and burst into laughter.
Then came the second sound, the third sound, and then a whole crowd of hundreds of people laughing so hard they were doubled over.
Some people clutched their stomachs and squatted down, while others wiped away tears and pointed at Liu Ming.
The laughter was even louder than the cheers from before.
"Look, Liu Ming wet his pants!"
"Hahaha, he just challenged Song Chen to a one-on-one fight!"
"He solved it like a man, down to his crotch!"
"A direct descendant of the Liu family of Nanjiang, hahahaha!"
Liu Ming braced himself on the ground, trying to stand up.
He pressed his palm against his own puddle of urine, slipped, and slumped back down.
The laughter grew even louder.
The younger brother scrambled to his feet and grabbed his arm to pull him up.
The two men, clutching their soaked crotches, scrambled away amidst deafening laughter.
When Liu Ming ran out of the square, he lost one of his shoes, but he didn't dare to turn back to pick it up.
Song Chen wasn't looking in that direction; it wasn't worth noting.
His entire attention was focused on the knife: the angle at which it was sheathed, the sound of the hilt returning to its place, the soft click of the scabbard closing, and then he returned the knife to its original position.
The soldier took the sword with both hands and gave him a standard Xia military salute.
This time, it wasn't a salute to the honorary councilor, but a salute to the swordsman.
Song Chen turned around and walked back to Lin Qingxue: "How did the fight go?"
"It's...it's very beautiful."
Song Chen nodded, then turned around and looked at Lu Zhengbei.
"Commander Lu, could you give me some private space?"
That knowing smile appeared on Lu Zhengbei's face once again, deeper than the previous two times.
He raised his right hand and waved it, and hundreds of people immediately sheathed their swords, turned around, lined up, and retreated from the square in orderly steps.
Lu Zhengbei walked at the back of the group and paused for a moment as he passed Song Chen.
"Congressman Song, Nam Giang Province is your hometown. Come back anytime."
"I'll remember what happened today."
Song Chen replied with a smile, and Lu Zhengbei also smiled and left.
The students in the square were also evacuated by the security team.
Some people were reluctant to leave, but the honor guard members politely but firmly asked them to go.
Within minutes, the entire square was empty, leaving only sunlight, flags, and two people.
Song Chen sat down by the flower bed at the edge of the square, and took off his Tianjun Blade and leaned it against the edge of the flower bed.
Lin Qingxue sat down next to him, with about half a person's distance between them.
She moved a little closer to him.
She moved a little further, and her shoulder bumped into his arm.
Song Chen didn't move. The sunlight cast the shadows of the two people on the paving stones of the square, one high and one low, leaning together.
The wind blew in from the south, carrying the aroma of osmanthus and rice, and the broad leaves of the sycamore trees rustled in the wind.
Lin Qingxue lowered her head, looked at her fingers, and then took his hand and spread it out.
With your palm facing up, write words on his palm with your finger.
He wrote slowly, stroke by stroke.
"You've come."
Song Chen let her write. Her fingertips brushed against his palm, making it a little itchy.
She finished writing and didn't look up.
He took her hand in return, turning it over so her palm was facing up.
He also wrote three words on her palm with his index finger.
He wrote each stroke slowly, even slower than she did.
"Okay, coming."
Lin Qingxue's fingers curled slightly, then she gripped his index finger tightly.
The shadows of the sycamore trees swayed on the two people.
The square was quiet, with only the sound of the wind and the faint noise coming from the cafeteria in the distance.
After half an hour.
The canteen at Nanjiang University is located on the west side of the campus, and its exterior walls are covered with vines.
The midday sun casts the shadows of the vines onto the wall, and when the wind blows, the shadows shatter into a shimmering patch of light.
Song Chen and Lin Qingxue sat on the third floor by the window.
The third floor is the faculty and staff restaurant, which students are usually not allowed to enter, but no one stopped them today.
The cafeteria staff recognized Song Chen and were so nervous that they almost dropped the ladle they were using to serve food into the soup pot. They then arranged the best seats for them by the window, where they could see the entire campus of Nanjiang University.
Sycamore trees, teaching buildings, training halls in the distance, and crowds that haven't completely dispersed from the square.