King of Assassins-Chapter 50 Fool

Mingjing University is a comprehensive university with a total number of staff and students exceeding 500,000.

Mingjing University is not only the best university in Mingjing but also a first-class university on the East Continent.

The entire university town covers a vast area, and inside it flows a large river, an artificial lake, and a several hundred meters tall Songyun Peak.

The Sword Dojo is located next to the artificial lake, at the foot of Songyun Peak, occupying the best natural scenery of Mingjing University.

This is also why Sword Dao holds such a revered status; all the school’s Sword Dojos are built to the highest standards.

The Sword Dojo is in a Chinese-style imitation ancient architecture, using bluestone as the foundation, black wood for the walls, and blue tiles for the roof.

The windows are completely transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, adding a touch of vitality and brightness to the ancient-style building.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can directly see the vast and clear lake outside, including the green mountains and trees beside it, which adds a bit of natural tranquility to the Sword Dojo.

As Gao Xuan walked along, he also felt that the environment here was indeed quite nice.

The architecture and environment, with their clever design, complemented each other, integrating artificial and natural elements. It had a lot of charm and already could be considered at the level of a master architect.

Wei Zhenzhen, having been here many times, paid no heed to the scenery. She was young and lively and couldn’t appreciate the beauty of the architecture.

She was also very afraid that Gao Xuan might get hurt, so her expression was a bit serious as they walked. Of course, she didn’t forget to hold Gao Xuan’s hand.

Brother Xuan has poor eyesight, so even though he has mental sensing, he still needs a little support.

However, today Brother Xuan was as handsome as ever.

Today, Gao Xuan was still wearing that gray and white short coat with matching trousers, with a gray and white straw hat and large sunglasses.

Although most of Gao Xuan’s face was covered, he still attracted many gazes as he walked.

There’s no help for it; Gao Xuan’s perfect body proportions alone were extraordinarily eye-catching. Not to mention his looks.

Of course, Wei Zhenzhen, who was holding Gao Xuan’s hand, was also very eye-catching. Adding Yun Qingshang, who was quietly following behind, made this group even more eye-catching.

Some bored individuals even followed them from afar. They became more curious when they saw Gao Xuan and his group enter the Sword Dojo.

However, the Sword Dojo is a closed area. Without the appropriate permissions, you just can’t enter.

Inside the Sword Dojo, quite a few people were training, and Gao Xuan and his group attracted everyone’s attention.

Gao Xuan didn’t mind, but Wei Zhenzhen was a bit nervous.

Yun Qingshang stood quietly behind Gao Xuan, not caring about the attention around them.

In her eyes, she could only see Gao Xuan, and only cared about him. What other people thought, said, or did was irrelevant to her.

"Moreover, the powers of these Sword Dao students are very low and pose no threat. The two men by Jiang Xuejun are slightly more formidable..."

Yun Qingshang’s gaze shifted slightly to the two men beside Jiang Xuejun.

One of the men had graying hair, a slender figure, and looked quite aged in appearance. But his eyes were bright and spirited.

The other, a youth likely in his twenties, was tall with long limbs. His features were well-formed, and his eyes were bright and full of energy, so he appeared rather gallant.

But she only glanced at them and immediately withdrew her gaze. The old man was obviously at the Seventh-Level Source Power, but age had reduced his combat ability.

The young man was only at Wang Hong’en’s level, so there was no need to look further.

The old man and young man also noticed Yun Qingshang; they couldn’t help it, as her cool and pure temperament was too unique. Especially in the bustling and lavish city, such a mountain spring-like quality was rare.

Gao Xuan, with half his face covered, wasn’t as noticeable.

"That girl has such a good aura."

The young man praised, "Truly like a Tianshan Snow Lotus. Cool and noble."

Jiang Xuejun, unimpressed, said to the young man, "An Hu, you’re also the President of the Sword Dao Association and the representative swordsman of Mingjing University. Can’t you have a bit of ambition?"

The young man was indeed An Hu, the President of the Mingjing Kendo Association, and recognized as the strongest swordsman in Mingjing University.

An Hu, feeling a bit awkward after being scolded, innocently scratched his head, "Can’t I just say something casually?"

The white-haired old man lightly tapped An Hu’s hand away from his head, "Inside the Sword Dojo, you should mind your demeanor and posture."

An Hu dared to banter with Jiang Xuejun but wouldn’t dare to be disrespectful to the old man. He nodded respectfully with a wry smile, "Teacher, I was wrong."

The white-haired old man was named Jiang Yuan, the chief instructor of the Sword Dojo. His personal combat skills were average, but his vision and insight were high, and he had great theoretical skill in Swordsmanship.

Jiang Yuan had taught swordsmanship at Mingjing University for thirty years, with countless disciples and high prestige.

In front of Jiang Yuan, An Hu wouldn’t dare to be wanton.

Jiang Xuejun said to Jiang Yuan, "Teacher, I’ll go talk to Gao Xuan."

Jiang Yuan nodded and said, "A sword is merciless. You’d better think it over carefully."

Jiang Yuan actually disagreed with Jiang Xuejun using true swords for dueling.

Even with full-body armor, true sword duels are very dangerous. He might not even be able to rescue in time.

Moreover, true swords are fierce. Regardless of win or lose, they can stir up the malice in one’s heart, not resolving problems but rather igniting more conflicts.

Formal Sword Dao competitions use true swords to inspire the swordsman’s courage. Jiang Yuan didn’t support swordsmen trying to show off or seek revenge in private.

Jiang Xuejun nodded to show she understood but didn’t pay much heed to her teacher’s words.

The day before yesterday, she had lost to Gao Xuan and was not convinced at heart or in words. Gao Xuan’s continuous mockery had really angered her a bit.

Moreover, this scumbag had already taken Wei Zhenzhen for granted.

Whether it was for herself or for Zhenzhen, she had to teach Gao Xuan a profound lesson.

Jiang Xuejun appeared generous on the surface but naturally looked down on other social classes in her heart.

Just a mere rustic person dares to show off in Mingjing City, swaggering around?

Wei Yue, being an elder, has the magnanimity not to contend with such a person. But she would not be courteous.

Jiang Yuan, seeing Jiang Xuejun’s expression, knew she hadn’t listened. He sighed and said to An Hu, "Xuejun is just too strong-willed."

"Junior sister said the opponent is a scumbag and needs to be taught a harsh lesson."

An Hu comforted, "Junior sister knows better, so there’s no need to worry. Damn it!"

An Hu was speaking when he saw Gao Xuan take off his hat.

Although Gao Xuan’s long bangs and sunglasses covered his eyes, most of his face was revealed.

An Hu, with good vision, could clearly see Gao Xuan’s face even from nearly twenty meters away.

As a man, An Hu never thought men needed good looks; as long as a man has ability, that’s enough. At most, a bit of intelligence. What’s the use of looks anyway! freēwēbnovel.com

So An Hu was always careless, with a nonchalant demeanor.

But seeing half of Gao Xuan’s face, An Hu was stunned, and crude words slipped from his mouth.

He then realized that a man could be so handsome without being effeminate at all. That kind of handsomeness was as brilliant as the sun, making him feel ashamed in comparison.

A man with such a face can easily get by on looks and pick up women.

No, he wouldn’t even need to try. This man just needs to lie there, and countless women would vie to get into his bed!

After the initial shock, An Hu felt an intense dislike towards Gao Xuan. A man relying on his face to live off women is simply a disgrace to men.

It’s said this person is a mountain dweller, a complete lower-class civilian. Such a person doesn’t deserve to attend Mingjing University!

An Hu’s expression changed, and his gaze grew colder.

Jiang Yuan was also stunned by Gao Xuan’s looks and didn’t notice An Hu’s emotional shift.

He returned his gaze after a while with a long sigh. Gao Xuan’s unparalleled handsomeness made him feel his aging more acutely.

If Gao Xuan was like a vigorous morning sun, then he was like a dying candle. Compared side by side, it made him feel particularly desolate.

The other students also stared wide-eyed at Gao Xuan, unable to control themselves.

Wei Zhenzhen couldn’t help but feel proud; she loved seeing others stunned by Gao Xuan’s looks. She gripped Gao Xuan’s hand a bit tighter.

Going out with Gao Xuan attracts more attention than carrying a designer bag or wearing trendy shoes and hats.

Jiang Xuejun, however, slightly lowered her eyes to avoid Gao Xuan’s face. She felt Gao Xuan was like someone who flaunts his looks everywhere.

And this trick works well; almost everyone falls for it.

Even she felt dizzy facing Gao Xuan’s face, a bit unable to resist liking it. This made her dislike Gao Xuan even more.

Liking someone just by their looks made Jiang Xuejun even dislike her superficiality.

Thinking about Gao Xuan’s lower-class status made Jiang Xuejun find him ridiculous.

Suppressing her emotions, Jiang Xuejun calmly said, "There are various sizes of armor in the changing room. Find one to put on, and we can start competing."

For the True Sword Duel, Jiang Xuejun had long changed into protective soft armor.

This protective soft armor was made of special metal, fitting like black leather armor, very close to the body, but with a soft texture. It was only when subjected to heavy blows that it became extremely hard.

The soft armor had sensors inside that could calculate the force at the hit location, estimating the level of injury to the body.

The Light Computer would determine the winner based on the injuries of both parties. This method is relatively safe and fair. All Sword Dao competitions use this model.

Of course, the stronger the swordsman, the weaker the armor’s protection. True Sword matches often result in serious injuries, and even death on the spot.

Fortunately, with advances in medicine, injuries like severed limbs or pierced hearts and throats can quickly be healed. As long as the head isn’t chopped to pieces, it can be saved.

Jiang Xuejun’s tall figure, wrapped in the fitted black soft armor, highlighted her curves beautifully, combining feminine grace with the stern dignity of a warrior. It was very aesthetic.

Gao Xuan, in his previous life, had killed countless people but never engaged in a public duel.

He was very interested in examining Jiang Xuejun’s equipment, "You look good in that armor."

Getting a compliment pleased Jiang Xuejun, but she did not want to show Gao Xuan a friendly face.

She coldly said to a male student beside her, "Little Cow, you take him to change into armor."

The male student came over with a grin, "No problem, Sister Jun, leave it to me."

He then said to Gao Xuan, "Follow me."

Gao Xuan ignored the male student and said to Jiang Xuejun, "Let’s proceed like this. I don’t need to wear that thing."

Jiang Xuejun was taken aback, as were the surrounding members of the Sword Dao Association, Jiang Yuan, and An Hu.

Swords have no eyes; a fast-moving blade can easily cut through human tissue. Easier than cutting tofu with a knife.

Not wearing protective soft armor in a sword duel is courting death!

As everyone came to their senses, they all looked at Gao Xuan with the eyes they would use for an idiot.

They all shared one thought: "This person is incredibly handsome, but unfortunately, he’s a fool!"