They Were Reborn And Said I Am The Savior

Leng Qingyue’s pupils constricted.

She hadn’t expected her all-out strike to be broken so easily.

But now wasn’t the time to think. As she watched the rapidly approaching fist, she sensed danger and hurriedly swung her sword.

“Moon Slayer: Myriad Slash!”

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Several more crescent moon sword intents surged forward.

However, the moment this sword intent collided with Lin Daotian’s fist, it was instantly obliterated.

The remaining force continued forward, not losing any momentum.

At this moment, Leng Qingyue had already executed several sword strikes and was in the transition between old and new moves. She truly couldn’t block this punch anymore and could only watch in despair as it rushed toward her.

“No!!!”

Boom!

Dust instantly erupted, blocking everyone’s view.

The audience was anxious.

“What’s happening in the battle?”

“Damn it, I blinked once, and they’ve already clashed! Blink again, and now I can’t see anything!”

“Someone tell me what’s happening! Who won?!”

…

After about 20 seconds, as the dust settled, everyone finally saw the situation in the arena.

At that moment, Lin Daotian stood firmly in place, barely having moved a step.

However, his opponent, Leng Qingyue, lay outside the arena, her clothes a bit disheveled and torn, her face covered in dust, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes staring blankly into space, filled with unwillingness and pain.

The situation was now very clear, and the audience was shocked.

“This… it looks like Leng Qingyue has lost!”

“Looks like? She’s already stepped out of bounds! According to the rules, that means she lost!”

“Did it really end that quickly? They only exchanged one move!”

“Yeah, one blow decided it all! It’s obvious—Lin Daotian won, Leng Qingyue lost!”

“No way! I can’t believe it! How could my goddess lose?”

…

The audience was in disbelief, unable to accept this fact.

They could accept Leng Qingyue losing, but they couldn’t accept her being utterly defeated.

Previously, she had annihilated her opponent, now she had been taken out just as quickly!

Unreal!

Among them, the one who couldn’t handle it the most was Zhang Kuang.

He stood up, his face flushed with anger. “Impossible! How could my Qingyue lose? It must be Lin Daotian! He must have used some underhanded trick! I’m going to appeal to the judges!”

His two friends tightly held him back.

“Brother Zhang, please calm down!”

“If Lin Daotian really played dirty, so many people would definitely have noticed!”

Zhang Kuang struggled madly. “Qingyue’s loss means I’m not as good as Lin Daotian. How can you expect me to stay calm? I refuse to accept this! I must appeal to the judges; don’t stop me…”

The two friends exchanged glances and then carried Zhang Kuang out.

Nearby, the audience shook their heads. “Sigh! One guy even lost his mind!”

In the VIP section.

Dragon King Lin Aotian and Xia Qingfeng laughed heartily.

The Sword King Shen Tianjun was ashamed and angry. “Did you two already know about Lin Daotian’s strength and were just waiting to see me make a fool of myself?”

Xia Qingfeng shrugged innocently. “Don’t blame me; I honestly didn’t know from start to finish! Although I’m not familiar with this kid’s strength, I know the Dragon King—he never fights unless he’s certain of victory!”

The Sword King glared at the Dragon King.

The Dragon King also shrugged. “Don’t blame me either. As a father, what’s wrong with supporting my son? I just didn’t expect you’d make a bet out of this. It was free profit – of course I took it!”

The Sword King felt intense regret. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have bet with you! Wasted not one, but two favors!”

Dragon King and Xia Qingfeng exchanged glances and burst into laughter again.

At that moment, the referee entered the arena, raised Lin Daotian’s hand, and announced loudly:

“Since candidate Leng Qingyue has been knocked out of bounds, according to the examination rules, Lin Daotian wins, Leng Qingyue loses! Therefore, this year’s entrance examination’s first place goes to… Lin Daotian!”

Clap clap clap…

Thunderous applause erupted, and the audience cheered with joy.

Lin Daotian’s strength had won them over.

He deserved this honor!

Cough, cough… Leng Qingyue struggled to her feet, looking at the man standing on the stage, who commanded everyone’s attention. Her eyes were blank, and with a bitter smile, she muttered, “I… lost again.”

Lin Daotian, with sharp hearing, caught her words immediately. “Didn’t we just duel for the first time? Why say ‘again’?”

Leng Qingyue’s heart sank even further at his words.

After being reborn, she thought she’d reviewed her past mistakes, prepared herself fully, and was finally ready to defeat this rival from her previous life.

But he had grown even stronger.

With a single punch, he had defeated her again, shattering every last bit of her pride!

Could it be that this man was truly destined to be unbeatable, an eternal rival she would never conquer?

If that were the case, what was the point of her rebirth?

In a daze, Leng Qingyue turned to leave, but after a moment, she came back and said, “Lin Daotian, I have a question for you!”

Lin Daotian looked surprised. “Ask away!”

Leng Qingyue’s expression was serious. “Just now, how much strength did you put into that punch?”

“How much strength…”

Lin Daotian was about to say “thirty percent,” but seeing her earnest and hopeful look, he thought that telling the truth might devastate her even more. So, he “embellished” a bit.

“I used… sixty percent of my strength!”

Saying thirty percent would be too far-fetched; even he couldn’t believe it.

Eighty percent also felt like a stretch—he hadn’t even taken a single step back. Did that really look like full force?

Sixty percent sounded perfect, a level that struck a balance between control and respect, showing regard for his opponent, for himself, and for the truth.

Leng Qingyue’s expression turned bitter once more.

“Only sixty percent was enough to defeat me in an instant…”

Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Looks like I’ve been overestimating myself this whole time… and underestimating you! I really am a fool—an absolute, number-one fool!”

Lin Daotian blinked, wondering if he’d somehow said the wrong thing and unintentionally crushed her spirits.

“Are… are you okay?” he asked softly.

“I’m fine!”

“Really okay?” Lin Daotian asked again.

“I won’t be if you say one more word!”

Lin Daotian immediately shut his mouth.

Leng Qingyue steadied herself, then looked at him with unwavering determination. “Lin Daotian, remember this! I may have lost today, but it’s only temporary. I will challenge you again and again, until the day I win! In this life, I am determined to defeat you, at least once!”

Though she knew her chances were slim, she was resolved to keep striving toward this goal.

This was her sole belief in this life.

And the very drive pushing her to grow.

Lin Daotian was moved by her dedication and persistence.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you!”