mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 179 Let's go!
Chapter 179 Let's go!
When Song Chen walked to Lin Qingxue's side, he naturally took her hand with his right hand.
He slipped his fingers between hers and clasped them together.
"Let's go together."
Lin Qingxue's fingers froze for a moment. Then he led her out of the training room.
The screams in the corridor suddenly rose a notch.
Every hand holding a phone was frantically pressing the shutter button, and the servers of the Nanjiang University campus forum were overwhelmed by the surge of traffic within three seconds.
The post title changed from "Song Chen came to Nanjiang University" to "Song Chen held Lin Qingxue's hand and walked out of the training room", accompanied by a photo of the two holding hands.
Zhou Xiaoman squatted in the corner, her phone slipped from her hand and bounced twice on the floor.
Her mouth formed a perfect circle, and she had only one thought in her mind: when Lin Qingxue said "we are classmates," she didn't go to this extent.
Lu Zhengbei walked half a step behind Song Chen, his gaze sweeping over their intertwined hands, and the knowing smile on his lips deepened.
The Nanjiang Base City Guard Team lined up in the square outside the Third Martial Arts Training Hall.
Three hundred people, divided into five square formations, with sixty people in each formation.
The deep blue dress gleamed in the sunlight, and the scabbard of the sword reflected the midday light, as neat as a mirror.
As Song Chen led Lin Qingxue out of the training hall, hundreds of pairs of military boots came together at the same time.
"salute!"
Everyone raised their arms at the same time, right fist against their chest, their movements so synchronized it was as if the same person had been copied three hundred times.
Song Chen didn't stop walking. He held Lin Qingxue's hand and walked past the formation at a slow pace.
The silvery-white luster of the Tianjun Blade complemented that of the ceremonial guard's sabers.
Lin Qingxue was led by him, walking half a step to his right.
Her fingers were no longer stiff, and she gently clasped his hand in return.
The cuffs of her white training uniform fluttered gently in the wind, her long hair was lifted by the breeze, and the sunlight made her profile appear slightly translucent.
She glanced at Song Chen and saw that he was looking straight ahead and walking steadily.
But the pressure on her fingers was a little lighter than before, to make sure she had caught up and didn't need to be pulled anymore.
The edge of the square was crowded with students.
More and more people poured out of the teaching buildings, dormitories, and library, crowding the square in layers.
Some people were screaming, some were taking pictures, some climbed trees, and some stood on tiptoe at the edge of the flower bed.
But no one rushed into the ranks of the honor guard. The imposing presence of the Nanjiang Base City Guard Brigade was undeniable, and with the fifth-tier peak garrison commander standing aside, no one dared to act rashly.
Song Chen walked through five formations and stopped in front of the flag.
Lu Zhengbei stood beside him and bowed.
Song Chen raised her hand in return.
Lin Qingxue stood next to him and raised her hand in return, her movements a little awkward but very earnest.
Inspection complete.
Lu Zhengbei lowered his hand, turned around to look at Song Chen, and then spoke.
The voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the square could hear it clearly. A fifth-tier peak martial artist's control of qi meant that what he said to one person was said to everyone.
"Associate Song, your swordsmanship is unmatched among the younger generation of the Great Xia Dynasty."
"I watched the video of the attack on Qinghu Base City seven times, and I gained new insights each time."
"These guys from the Nanjiang Guard Brigade have been practicing swordsmanship for over a decade, but they've never seen real swordsmanship."
"If Councilor Song is willing to offer his advice and guidance, it would be a great honor for them."
The words were polite, but the meaning was clear: he wanted to show off his skills.
Song Chen looked at Lu Zhengbei. There was no probing or testing in his eyes. It was as if an old hand was setting up a stage for a young man.
The stage is set up. Go up and sing. If you sing well, the entire martial arts community of Nanjiang Province will remember this day.
Song Chen released Lin Qingxue's hand.
When his finger was pulled out from between her fingers, his little finger touched the back of her hand, as if it were a silent instruction.
He walked towards the center of the square.
Without drawing his sword, Tianjun walked up to a member of the honor guard and extended his hand.
The team member was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and offered his sword with both hands.
It's a standard-issue saber made of B-grade material, with a straight blade and a sharp edge, but it lacks the psionic conductivity of S-grade weapons and has no special abilities.
It's just an ordinary knife.
Song Chen gripped the knife and walked to the center of the square.
Sunlight shone on the blade of the standard-issue saber, reflecting a flat white light.
"I will raise my blood pressure to level three."
"Go all out in your own way, using the methods you're best at."
Hundreds of people looked at each other in bewilderment. A mid-level fourth-tier fighter had been reduced to a third-tier fighter, and he was using an ordinary sword to withstand their combined attack?
They all instinctively looked at Lu Zhengbei.
Lu Zhengbei nodded; he knew Song Chen's actual combat strength.
After receiving an accurate reply, the captain was the first to draw his sword, followed by the squad leader, and then all the team members.
The sound of swords being drawn echoed across the square, creating a metallic clang. Sunlight was reflected off the blades, causing students at the edge of the square to squint.
The first person rushed forward.
He is a third-tier member of the team, a very young member, and only twenty-eight years old.
He used the standard swordsmanship of the Nanjiang military, the military bayonet technique, a B-level combat skill, which is simple and efficient, with straight thrusts and oblique slashes as its core.
He chose a perfect angle to strike, cutting in from Song Chen's left side, the tip of the knife piercing straight under his ribs, blocking his escape route.
Song Chen didn't back down; he raised his knife from bottom to top, the back of the blade striking the other's knife.
The wrist rotated at a very small angle the moment the back of the blade made contact.
The opponent's blade was deflected by half an inch, grazing Song Chen's ribs and missing its mark.
Then Song Chen thrust the hilt of his knife forward, the end of the hilt striking the opponent's Shenmen acupoint on the wrist with pinpoint accuracy.
The force wasn't great, only at the third tier, but the position was perfectly accurate.
The honor guard member's right hand went numb, and his sword fell from his hand.
Before the knife even hit the ground, Song Chen had already swept past him.
The second, the third, the fourth...
Song Chen's figure moved through the array of blades. He didn't use the Wings of Gale, lightning-type spiritual energy, or the Seven Heavenly Thunder Slashes. He didn't use anything.
He simply walked, simply swung his knife, simply used the back of the blade, the handle, and the body of the knife to strike, carry, and collide.
Every movement is extremely small: a half-inch turn of the wrist, a one-degree shift of the blade, a half-step shift of the foot.
But it was precisely this half-inch, one degree, half a step that caused all the swords attacking him to miss their mark.
The fourth-tier peak honor guard captain charged forward from the front. His blade was much faster than his teammates'. He had mastered bayonet skills to a high level, and his thrust trajectory was almost a straight line, the shortest path.
Song Chen's knife met the opponent's, the blade touching the other's, the two blades rubbing together and producing a piercing metallic sound.
Then Song Chen flipped his blade and pressed it down on the back of the other person's blade.
Press down gently.
The captain of the honor guard lowered the tip of his knife by half an inch, and it was that half inch that caused his thrust to miss Song Chen's shoulder.
Song Chen's knife slid down the angle of the press, and the back of the blade struck his wrist.
The same location as the first teammate, Shenmen acupoint.
The captain, a peak fourth-tier warrior, felt a numbness in his wrist, and the knife slipped from his hand.
He stood there, stunned, and lost just like that?
The opponent used far less force than him, but the opponent's knife seemed to be alive. He knew where you were going to stab, which direction your force would go, and at what angle your wrist was most vulnerable.