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Chapter 62 I Advise You to Give Up

After bidding farewell to the two sisters, Zhou Yan returned to the martial arts hall again.

He did not start practicing martial arts immediately, but silently pondered what Luo Xuan had expressed tonight.

It was obvious that the girl didn't think he would be able to perform very well in that exchange competition.

Zhou Yan also knew that Luo Xuan had a good reason - he had only been learning sword for less than a month, and had even only learned the Nanming sword for about half a month.

Even though he is extremely talented and has made rapid progress, he has now even reached the level of learning a "secret sword" move.

But from Luo Xuan's perspective, it was still a bit exaggerated for him to want to defeat the elites carefully trained by other sword halls.

In sword fighting, compared to the proficiency in daily routines, the more important core factors for victory or defeat are practical experience and physical fitness.

In Luo Xuan's opinion, Zhou Yan still lacks a lot in these two aspects - maybe he has surpassed Yan Yong and others, but this level can only make him the bottom level among the many students participating in the sword hall.

Most of the elites sent out by sword gyms have physical fitness that exceeds that of ordinary people, and they have mastered at least one secret sword move.

Some of them are geniuses who have received special care. They not only master all the secret swords, but also may have been exposed to breathing techniques in advance, and their physical strength has been further tempered and improved.
"However, only I know that my strength is more than this."

Zhou Yan thought silently that even without wearing the life suit, his physical fitness had almost reached twice the limit of ordinary humans.

Even for those geniuses who have been exposed to the breathing technique in advance, what level can they reach if they only practice the breathing technique for one year?

In other words, a true super genius - such as Luo Xuan, who is already incredibly strong at the age of 19, would probably have already been discovered by Suzaku Palace in advance, and would not need to showcase himself through this small exchange meeting, right?
Now Zhou Yan is just comparing himself with some "ordinary geniuses". How can he lose?
If he could lose even this, it would be a disgrace to Gold Finger.

After sorting out his thoughts, Zhou Yan let out a long sigh, picked up the sword and began to practice silently.

*
The next day, ten o'clock in the morning.

Following Luo Xuan's notification, Zhou Yan ended his strength training and returned to the team of students.

He glanced at his attributes. After a few days of practice since returning, his attributes had changed significantly.

【属性：体魄17（24），敏锐14（20），精神12（17）】

My physical fitness soared from "13" to "17".

It can only be said that the breathing method that has reached the "Bai Ming" level is indeed very effective, but the consumption is also indeed exaggerated.

If it weren't for the "life essence" obtained from walking in the Disaster Realm, Zhou Yan's cultivation progress would not be supported by the black secret medicine supplement given to him by Luo Xuan.

Then there is his acumen. He already had experience in controlling a strong body when walking in the world of disaster. Now, on the premise of having a strong physique in reality, by starting high-intensity training of spiritual burning, his control over his body has also rapidly improved, directly soaring from "10" to "14".

I don’t know what level this is on this planet.

Can you reach the threshold of the so-called “ferocious” level?
Zhou Yan couldn't help but look at the cold girl standing in front of the students.

I don't know how she relied on these supplements to cultivate to such a strong level.
A strong person like her probably has other ways to obtain resources, right?

The girl seemed to sense Zhou Yan's gaze.

Luo Xuan looked up at him, then looked away and looked at the many students in front of him.

"Now that everyone is here, I have something to announce."

Her expression was calm and her voice was clear: "The day after tomorrow, all the Nanming Sword Halls in Yicheng will send student representatives to Yicheng to participate in the exchange meeting held by Lihuo Pavilion. I plan to finalize the candidate today."

As Luo Xuan said the news, many students couldn't help but whisper to each other.

Then, soon everyone's attention was focused on three people.

Yan Yong, Luo Zhiming and Zhou Yan. Apart from these three, the other boys and girls were still students, who came here purely to take classes during the summer vacation to see if they had any talent in swordsmanship, so naturally they could not have any actual combat ability.

Luo Xuan waited until everyone quieted down, then said, "There's no need to waste time talking nonsense. This exchange meeting is called an exchange meeting, but it's actually an exchange competition. It involves the reputation of the sword hall. Yan Yong, Luo Zhiming, Zhou Yan, the three of you compete with each other. Whoever is stronger will go. Do you have any objections?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Luo Zhiming raised his hand.

Seeing everyone looking at him, he shrugged and said, "I abstain."

"Okay." Luo Xuan nodded, and glanced at Yan Yong and Zhou Yan, "Do any of you two want to give up?"

This time, neither Yan Yong nor Zhou Yan spoke.

Luo Xuan raised her hand: "If there is no problem, you two can go change your equipment and then compete."

The two men responded and left the team and walked into the locker room one after another.

*
In the locker room.

Zhou Yan opened his closet, took out the protective gear and started to put it on. Although he now had a Luo Hand customized by Luo Ke on his left hand, it was only a prototype and was far less flexible than a real human hand, so the speed of putting on the protective gear was still slow.

While he was slowly tightening the straps, Yan Yong over there had already finished everything.

He looked at Zhou Yan twice, thought for a while, walked towards him, and soon came to Zhou Yan's side.

"I advise you to give up." Yan Yong said calmly.

Zhou Yan paused slightly, said nothing, and continued to lace up.

"You are indeed very talented, but it is unlikely that you can beat me." Yan Yong's expression was very determined. "The last time we fought, I was just testing my skills. This opportunity is very important to me. I will not show mercy again."

"Well, so what?" Zhou Yan finished tying the last strap, pulled the armor to make sure it was firmly put on, then turned to look at Yan Yong, "What are you going to do? Use both hands to use the Nanming sword technique, and then you think you can beat me, right?"

He glanced at Yan Yong, who at that moment had an expression of "isn't it?" on his face.

Zhou Yan was not interested in talking any more. He picked up the imitation sword and walked past Yan Yong: "Then let's give it a try. Swordsman, let the sword do the talking."

Yan Yong frowned, wondering where Zhou Yan got his confidence from.

His face turned grim and he quickly followed Zhou Yan's footsteps back to the martial arts hall.

Seeing the two people coming out, Luo Xuan signaled everyone to make way and leave enough space for the two.

She herself held a long stick and said calmly: "Just follow the usual rules of sparring. Yan Yong should be very clear about it. Zhou Yan, what about you?"

Zhou Yan put on the mask and nodded gently: "I have no problem."

"Well, get ready." Luo Xuan gave instructions neatly and quickly, and the two people who were about to compete immediately got ready.

Yan Yong directly grasped the sword with both hands, causing a commotion among the surrounding students.

He had already made up his mind to use the advantage of his hands to defeat Zhou Yan.

Luo Xuan's eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing.

In a sword fight, the winner is the king, and no matter how he wins, he is blameless.

Well, Zhou Yan, you should have figured out a way to deal with it since you were knocked back by the opponent's bare hands last time, right?

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(End of this chapter)