"What the fuck did you just say?" Zhang ng dug his ear.
"Take your useless little brother and disappear from my sight imdiately. I don't want to cause trouble today, and besides, you're too weak, not my match!" Ling Fan shook his head.
It was his first day here, and he truly didn't want to stir up trouble. In his eyes, the Martial Arts Pavilion of this school was nothing special. There weren't any real masters, and to make a move against these people would be a bit of a bully.
"Damn it, you dare to look down upon , Zhang ng? You actually dared to insult , saying I'm not your match?" Zhang ng looked at Ling Fan, who appeared nonchalant in front of him.
In his eyes, he could beat eight of the likes of Ling Fan with just one hand.
The next second, Zhang ng bellowed and charged at Ling Fan like a moving fortress. The re inertial impact of his body could smash through a wall, let alone a person.
Seeing Zhang ng make his move, everyone made way, but upon looking at Ling Fan, he remained indifferent, standing still.
"Has that kid been scared stupid? Zhang ng is nicknad 'Iron Bull.' If he gets hit by that, he won't die but will end up in the hospital for half a year!" soone couldn't help but murmur.
"Ling Fan, dodge quickly!" Xu Miaotong exclaid.
She saw Zhang ng charge like a moving human-shaped machine and secretly worried for Ling Fan, her heart rising to her throat.
"That's it, that kid is dead at!" one person sighed.
"Even if he ends up laid up in the hospital for half a year, it's better than castrating himself with a knife!" another shook his head.
In a flash, Zhang ng swung his iron-like fists smashing towards Ling Fan.
"Kid, you dare underestimate , Zhang ng? I'll let you know what regret is!" Zhang ng roared ferociously.
In the nick of ti, Ling Fan moved gracefully, shaping his fingers into claws, one hand gripping the opponent's wrist, the other hand clutching his shoulder.
Then, with a slight twist of his body, he executed the "Four Liang to Move a Thousand Jin" technique, directly throwing Zhang ng over his head using the opponent's inertia.
Zhang ng had never anticipated this outco. In mid-air, he was like a kite with its string cut, flying more than ten ters before crashing to the ground.
'Boom'—it was like a car crash. The concrete flower bed was overturned, leaving Zhang ng seeing stars, bleeding from his head, and unable to get up for a long ti.
The onlookers looked at each other in disbelief, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Ling Fan was disinterested; this Zhang ng hadn't even crossed the threshold of being a Martial Artist, possessing nothing but brute force.
Lying on the ground, Zhang Chao's thoughts were in disarray. That was his most admired older brother, Zhang ng, invincible in his heart. Had he just been tossed aside like trash?
As for Xu Miaotong, she breathed a sigh of relief internally; she'd been afraid Ling Fan might commit murder at the slightest provocation.
"Step, step, step!"
Ling Fan walked step by step towards Zhang ng, twirling the dagger in his hand.
It took quite a while for Zhang ng to catch his breath. When he saw Ling Fan standing in front of him, his heart quivered with more sha than fear.
His strength was his advantage, but his obvious flaw was his lack of agility.
In the bout they just had, he keenly felt that Ling Fan had defeated him not through strength, but skill.
If it were a face-to-face fight, fist against fist, palm against palm, he had enough confidence he could beat Ling Fan down.
"Victory for the king, defeat for the bandit. We from the Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion are not to be trifled with either. What do you want to do?" Zhang ng lay on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood—it was a heavy fall that had broken several of his ribs.
"Ding!"
Ling Fan dropped the dagger at his feet, "If you want revenge, you can find at the Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion. My na is Ling Fan.
But rember, if you dare to ss with again, you won't be so lucky. I can give you a taste of what it's like to 'castrate oneself with a knife'!
Rember, don't treat my words as hot air!"
After finishing, he left with Xu Miaotong amidst the awed expressions of the onlookers.
Zhang ng's eyes shot with humiliated light as he gritted his teeth and said, "Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion? Just you wait..."
Ling Fan and Xu Miaotong walked along the secluded gravel path in the school, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Brother Fan, I'm sorry, it's my fault for causing you trouble!" Xu Miaotong blad herself.
"It has nothing to do with you. Sotis, even if you don't look for trouble, trouble will find you!" Ling Fan laughed.
Xu Miaotong hesitated slightly, "Are you sure it won't be a problem? I'm worried Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion will cause you trouble!"
"They're just a bunch of jesters; I don't take them seriously. Oh, by the way, this is my student ID, do you know where to go?" Ling Fan didn't want to dwell on the matter and changed the subject promptly.
Xu Miaotong took the student ID and saw the academy class written on it, and said with suspicion, "You transferred into the Managent departnt's second year, Class 3?"
"Yes. What's the issue? It was randomly assigned to by soone else!" Ling Fan asked curiously, not thinking Qi He would ddle with this detail.
"Oh, no, it's just… you actually transferred to He Jiayi's class!" Xu Miaotong sounded slightly disappointed.
She was also in the Managent departnt but in a different class than Ling Fan.
"Heh, what a coincidence." Ling Fan thought of the girl He Jiayi and shook his head slightly.
"Let give you a tour around, and later I'll stop by her dorm to give her a heads-up and have Jiayi look out for you!" Xu Miaotong giggled.
Ling Fan felt moved by Xu Miaotong's pure and sunny innocence, which was hard to find nowadays, like a clean slate full of yearning for the world.
Xu Miaotong turned into a tour guide, with Ling Fan following beside her, explaining the origin of each building and inscription they passed...
...
Campus infirmary.
"Zhang ng, what exactly happened? Who did this?" a fair-skinned boy frowned and asked.
"Brother Li, it's embarrassing to say, I was bested by a transfer student from outside the school!" Zhang ng said angrily.
"He's that strong? You couldn't even contend against him?"
"Pah, strong my ass. He used a trick; we hadn't even started fighting before I was thrown out.
The injuries are from the fall, not from being hit. It's also my fault for underestimating him!" Thinking about it made Zhang ng fu.
"Hm, your style is too forceful. You lose your advantage against an opponent who is good at dodging and has fluid movents. Even the strongest force is useless if it hits cotton!" Shen Li nodded in agreent.
Zhang ng looked dejected, "Brother Li, you're absolutely right, but I couldn't help it!"
"Don't be disheartened. If you perfect your style, it can be terrifying. By the way, do you know which class that guy is in?" Shen Li asked.
Liu ng's eyes lit up, "He ntioned it. He also said that if I'm not convinced, I should look for him at Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion. But next ti, he won't be so lucky. I'll settle both old and new scores then!"
"Heh, that's quite the bold claim!" Shen Li sneered.
"Wait a minute, what did you say? Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion? That Martial Arts Academy one built entirely by won, ranked last?" Shen Li looked astonished.
"Yes, absolutely sure. He said it himself, and many people were present at the ti!" Zhang ng said, his gaze flickering slightly.
"Brother Li, I heard that Young Master Su doesn't get along well with Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion. Could it be that Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion deliberately found a ringer to target us, to teach us a lesson or sothing?"
Zhang ng knew that Su Ziming from the pavilion didn't get along with Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion's president, Su Qiong, so he speculated.
He didn't know if his guess was true, but it would certainly provoke Su Ziming or Brother Li present here to take action.
"Hmph. It seems Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion has grown so guts, daring to provoke us, the seventh-ranked Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion.
I'm going to check it out myself. Just focus on your recovery; I'll get the field back for you!" Shen Li said coldly.
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