Chapter 492: Chapter 238: Iron Plate (Part 2)
As the student with the highest Qi and Blood Value, Wang Lu should have had a spot in the Nova Competition.
But after inexplicably losing to Li Changâan a few days ago, heâd spent days trying to figure out what went wrong without success. This led to a complete mental breakdown, so much so that he didnât even show up for this competition.
Because of this, everyone present was quite curious about Li Changâan. The student before him, a young man nearly two meters tall, even showed a hint of hostility.
The studentâs words were barbed, but Li Changâan couldnât be bothered to respond. He simply closed his eyes again and fell silent.
The nearly two-meter-tall student, Zhao Suwu, saw Li Changâanâs silence and raised his eyebrows. "Whatâs that supposed to mean?" he said with a menacing air. "Iâm talking to you!"
As he spoke, he bent down, reaching out to haul Li Changâan to his feet.
In Zhao Suwuâs eyes, Li Changâan seemed completely out of place among them. Coupled with Li Changâanâs slender build, which looked anything but powerful, he felt nothing but contempt for him.
Although he didnât know what tricks Li Changâan had used to defeat Wang Lu, Zhao Suwu was confident he wouldnât suffer the same fate.
However, the instant his hand shot out...
Li Changâan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly moved. Like a gust of wind, he shot up, grabbing Zhao Suwuâs arm in a reverse grip. Using his opponentâs momentum, he tugged downward while simultaneously kicking out, instantly shattering Zhao Suwuâs balance. Zhao Suwuâs brawny, nearly two-meter-tall frame was like a ragdoll in Li Changâanâs hands as he was thrown violently to the ground.
Li Changâan planted a foot on his chest and looked down on him, saying flatly, "You wanted to say something? Iâm listening. Go on."
His movements had been too fast.
The other students present had only seen a blur, and even by straining their eyes, they could barely make out an afterimage.
By the time they snapped back to their senses, the arrogant Zhao Suwu was already on the ground, pinned firmly under Li Changâanâs foot. Li Changâan looked down on him as if observing an insect.
Zhao Suwuâs mind was still reeling.
He knew Li Changâan must have had some skill; otherwise, he wouldnât have been chosen for the team.
But he had never expected Li Changâanâs methods to be so swift and brutal, taking him down before he even had a chance to react.
Humiliation and fury drained the color from his face.
He didnât answer Li Changâan. Instead, he channeled the power in his body, trying to force himself to his feet.
But the foot Li Changâan had planted on his chest felt like a mountain. No matter how he struggled, he couldnât budge. Forget getting upâhe could barely even muster the breath to spit out a threat.
This was utterly baffling to him. After all, considering the difference in their physiques and Qi and Blood levels, what had just happened was completely impossible!
Li Changâan gazed down at him, a smile playing on his lips. "Since you have nothing to say, does that mean you were looking for trouble on purpose? In that case, donât blame me for what happens next..."
As he spoke, the foot on Zhao Suwuâs chest began to press down harder.
At first, Zhao Suwu felt nothing. But as Li Changâanâs foot slowly applied pressure to one of his acupoints, he began to feel an immense, unfamiliar pressure and started to struggle violently.
In fact, Zhao Suwu wasnât wrong.
Li Changâan was indeed weaker than him in both Qi and Blood Value and physical conditioning. But Li Changâanâs understanding of the human body was simply too profound; any casual move could strike one of his vital points.
As Li Changâan increased the pressure.
At first, Zhao Suwu was able to struggle violently, but soon he was reduced to twitching uncontrollably, unable to even make a sound.
But Li Changâan wasnât about to kill someone over something so trivial.
Deciding that was enough, he lifted his foot and kicked the twitching form of Zhao Suwu aside before returning to his seat.
The students who had witnessed the whole thing exchanged glances, each seeing the terror reflected in the otherâs eyes.
Clearly, they had messed with the wrong person. This student who defeated Wang Lu was far more terrifying than they had ever imagined.
Zhao Suwuâs strength was far from the bottom of their group.
Yet in just a few short minutes, he had been reduced to this state.
...
About ten minutes later, Wu Yong, who had gone to an outer cabin, returned. His eyelid twitched when he saw Zhao Suwu lying on the floor nearby, drooling. "What happened?" he asked.
The remaining eight students looked at one another, but no one said a word.
Apparently, Li Changâanâs show of force had been a success. No one was foolish enough to dare offend him now.
Wu Yong glanced at the dead-silent students, then at Li Changâan, who was resting with his eyes closed nearby as if nothing had happened. He already had a pretty good idea of what had transpired.
He didnât say anything.
Instead, he walked over to Zhao Suwu and examined him. After finding that, apart from some kind of mental shock, he had no serious physical injuries, Wu Yong let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Kids from martial arts schools undergo rigorous training from a young age, so they develop much more rapidly than ordinary students.
And at seventeen or eighteen, they were at an age where they were hot-blooded and full of vigor.
It was all too common for conflicts to erupt over a single look.
Wu Yong had seen it all before.
But he had been gone for less than twenty minutes, and Zhao Suwu looked like he had been tortured for a full day and night. While he had no physical injuries, the mental trauma was clearly severe.
He couldnât imagine how Li Changâan had done it.
After checking Zhao Suwuâs body and confirming there was nothing wrong, he pulled up the spaceshipâs security footage and rewatched the incident.
When he saw that all Li Changâan had done was plant one foot on Zhao Suwu, Wu Yongâs mouth twitched. âWhat the hell? Did one kick give him a mental breakdown?â
Wu Yong glanced at Li Changâan in the distance, then down at Zhao Suwu at his feet. After a long moment, he sighed and ordered, "Find a psychiatrist. Have him recover as soon as possible!"
After dealing with Zhao Suwu, Wu Yong walked up to Li Changâan and said irritably, "What on earth did you do to him? We havenât even reached the competition grounds, and youâve already taken out one of our students. How am I supposed to explain this to the principal?"
Hearing this, Li Changâan opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said nonchalantly, "Teacher Wu, this guy trips just walking. He couldnât even get up with my foot on his chest. Donât you think sending him to the competition would only bring shame to the school?"
Wu Yong scratched his head. After a momentâs thought, he realized it was probably true and let out an exasperated laugh. "You have a good point. I hope you show the same kind of performance at the Martial Dao Nova Competition!"
The school cared about results and its reputation.
As long as Zhao Suwu was physically fine, and as long as Li Changâan could win them glory, this incident was indeed a trivial matter.
The surrounding students all heard their exchange.
The fear in their eyes when they looked at Li Changâan grew even deeper.
At first, seeing Li Changâan sitting alone, they had all assumed he lacked confidenceâthat he was too scared to even talk to them and didnât possess his rumored strength.
But after testing him themselves, the students finally understood. He wasnât just for show. He was clearly a ferocious tiger lurking among a flock of sheepâthe kind that might pounce and devour someone at any moment!
He hadnât been sitting alone in silence out of timidity; he simply couldnât be bothered to waste his time on a flock of sheep.
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