darknovel Chapter 197 Ye Beichen
Chapter 197 Ye Beichen
Zhou Wangyue looked at Song Chen's expression, said nothing, but simply reached out and turned the monitor back, closing the interface of the college league.
The intelligence summary of the Arctic expedition popped up again on the screen, and a dense stream of data began to scroll.
"The competition is about to start, so you should go now and come back after the competition. Your departure time is probably in three days."
Song Chen nodded, picked up the Heavenly Blade, walked to the door, and then turned back.
"Teacher, has Tianjin Tianhai ever won first place?"
Zhou Wangyue did not look up.
"no."
Song Chen pushed open the door, and the light from the corridor shone in, casting a thin, long streak of light on the scabbard of the Tianjun Blade.
"Then take it once."
Go outside and board the spaceship.
Song Chen sat down in his seat, and the screen automatically accessed the database of the college league.
He opened the schedule.
One semi-final match has already been played, and Xuanwu University has advanced to the final.
The other semi-final is about to begin, with Tianhai University facing off against Beijing University.
He tapped the screen twice to bring up the list of students from Beijing University.
The name at the top of the list is known to all the young martial artists in the Great Xia Dynasty: Ye Beichen, 25 years old, fifth-level strength, with 17,000 Qi and Blood points.
A senior student in the Martial Arts Department of Kyoto University, who has been studying for seven years and has not yet graduated.
Before Song Chen rose to prominence, he was indeed the top seed among the younger generation of Da Xia.
Song Chen glanced at the list and then closed it.
With 17,000 health points, he's considered top-tier among students, but he's still just a student.
He had killed dozens of fifth-tier beast kings in the Northern Plains, and even the royal family's Sky Wolf had died under his blade. His 17,000 health points were nothing compared to that Sky Wolf.
The spaceship passed through the clouds, and starlight suddenly appeared outside the window.
On the other side, at the Kamijou Martial Arts Arena.
There were 120,000 seats, and not a single one was empty.
The dome is eighty meters high, and the translucent psionic shield filters the afternoon sunlight into a soft, milky white.
The central arena is 100 meters long on each side and is paved with high-density alloy plates, capable of withstanding frontal attacks from those below the sixth rank.
Four giant electronic screens suspended under the dome, displaying a data comparison between the two teams.
Below the west grandstand is the waiting area for Tianhai University.
Han Zhongming, who had met Song Chen once before, sat in a chair with his right wrist wrapped in a thick bandage and slinged in front of his chest. His face looked as if he had swallowed a fly.
I played in the college league for three years, from my freshman year to my senior year. This was my last year, and my hand broke on the eve of the semi-finals.
He stared at the portraits of the five people from Beijing University on the stage, his teeth grinding together.
"Ye Beichen." He squeezed out the name through gritted teeth.
"He started taking psychic potions as a baby and was fed medicine all the way up to he was twenty-five."
"He's already twenty-five and still not graduating. Does he want to study for another ten years? Just to boost Beijing University's ranking, a fifth-tier student is hanging around in the university league, fighting a bunch of fourth-tier students. Does he have the nerve?"
The four people next to him didn't respond.
Su Wanning leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, with two short knives tucked behind her waist.
Tianjin Tianhai's team uniform features a dark blue and silver-white design, which makes her skin appear even whiter.
She is a junior this year, a fourth-year advanced student, and is already a top student at Tianhai University. Many teachers are not as good as her.
But on this stage, it's not considered top-tier.
Liang Zian squatted on the ground, with two alloy shields standing at his feet, each one taller than half a person.
He's a senior in college, in the middle of the fourth level of the academic program. He's usually very talkative, but right now he can't utter a single word.
Xu Xiaotang sat in the far corner, her hands clasped together on her knees.
She is also a senior, at the mid-level of the fourth tier, with healing abilities and average combat skills.
When they set off from Tianhai, the five of them were full of confidence. Now Han Zhongming is injured, and four fourth-level players are facing five from Shangjing. The weakest one from Shangjing is also a high-level fourth-level player.
Moreover, with Ye Beichen present, even without any casualties, they are completely unable to fight.
"If Song Chen were here, that would be great," Liang Zian suddenly said.
When the name was announced, the waiting area fell silent for a full three seconds.
Song Chen is already a legend at Tianjin Tianhai.
But now, that legend is gone.
"He's killing the Beast King in Kitahara; the high school league is too insignificant for him."
Han Zhongming said in a muffled voice.
A moment of silence.
At that moment, the gate to the field was suddenly pushed open.
The teacher in charge stood at the door, clutching a communication terminal in his hand, his face showing a stunned expression as if he had been hit by something and hadn't recovered yet.
"There have been changes."
Han Zhongming looked up: "What changes?"
The teacher in charge swallowed hard and turned the terminal screen around: "Emergency replacement, approved by the organizing committee, and personally signed by Principal Zhou."
"The school has added a new player, who is already on his way."
Su Wanning's eyebrows twitched.
"Who else can the school send? Aren't we the strongest?"
Suddenly, a possibility occurred to her, and her eyes widened in surprise.
Han Zhongming stared at the approval document on the screen. In the section for emergency substitute player information, there were only two words.
Song Chen.
Su Wanning also came over.
"It really is him..."
The waiting area was so quiet you could hear everyone's heartbeat.
Han Zhongming suddenly stood up, the movement was so big that he pulled his wrist, and the pain made him gasp.
He didn't have time to think, grabbing the teacher's arm with his left hand, his voice trembling: "Say it again? Song Chen? Are you sure it's not a coincidence of names?"
The teacher leading the group brought the terminal closer to his face: "See for yourself."
Han Zhongming stared at the screen for five seconds, then let go and plopped back into his chair.
He looked at his bandaged right wrist and suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter.
Laughter echoed in the waiting area, carrying the exhilarating feeling of something that had been held back for so long finally bursting out.
"Damn, that 25-year-old student from Beijing is probably going to be crying and going back to his mother today."
Even Liang Zi'an, who was usually quiet, spoke up: "How many moves do you think Ye Beichen can last?"
Su Wanning smiled and drew two swords from her waist, the blades gleaming with a faint blue light under the lamp.
"Let's go. No matter when Song Chen arrives, let's get into position first. We can't let him see us huddled in the waiting area when he gets here."
Liang Zi'an slung the two shields over his shoulders: "Let's go."
Waiting area at Kyoto University.
Ye Beichen sat in the middle with his eyes closed.
He wore a deep red and gold jersey for the Beijing team. He sat up straight, surrounded by four teammates, none of whom dared to speak loudly.
His strength needs no introduction at Beijing University; he's a fifth-tier expert, theoretically the only fifth-tier student in the entire Great Xia high school community.
In this cohort, Xuanwu University's strongest member is at the peak of the fourth tier, while Tianhai University, needless to say, has the advanced fourth tier as their upper limit.
Ye Beichen has always been very confident and quite good.
But a few months ago, a name kept appearing in his ears.
Song Chen.
Each of his achievements is like a thorn, piercing his halo of being the greatest genius of the Great Xia.
Ye Beichen shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about that name that was putting so much pressure on him.
He looked at his team members and said, "Han Zhongming from Tianjin Tianhai is injured, so they will probably make a substitution. Go and find out who they will replace him with. This time, we need to be 100% confident of winning the game."
The teammate next to him didn't seem to care much: "Captain, what's the point of investigating this? It doesn't matter who they replace. Just honestly compete with Xuanwu University for second place."
"Just do what I tell you to do."
Ye Beichen's tone suddenly became stern.
The team members did not dare to delay and immediately set off to investigate.
"Huh... how could this be?"
The team members were somewhat puzzled.
Ye Beichen stood up and came to his side: "What happened?"
"I can't check, I don't have the necessary permissions."
"what?"
The information about the players in the university league is always public. If students from Beijing University can't access it, there's only one possibility: that person is of a very high rank, so high that even their information is classified.
Ye Beichen's eyelids twitched, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.
"understood."
His face was expressionless, but his right hand slowly clenched into a fist.