Zhao Tianxing's lips twitched as he heard those words, silently thinking, "Qian Shen, you really didn't need to say the last part. Now, I'm even more of a clown."
Lan Ling's eyes grew cold as he looked at the freshman, Qian Shen, who had dared to defy his senior. He spoke indifferently, "Zhou Ke, why donât you guide this junior for a bit?"
Just as Zhou Ke was about to step toward Qian Shen, a bolt of lightning flashed through the air.
In the midst of everyone's astonished gaze, Bai Zhenzhen had already appeared before Zhou Ke, accompanied by a gust of wind.
Zhao Tianxing frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "Didnât I tell them not to come? Why are they here again?"
He seemed to recall the image of Bai Zhenzhen being sent flying by Lan Ling a few months ago.
Although Bai Zhenzhen's strength had soared in these past few months, the students in their second year were also progressing in their cultivation. To Zhao Tianxing, the gap from one year of cultivation was something that could not easily be bridged.
"You want to fight, huh?" Bai Zhenzhen snorted coldly, staring at Zhou Ke. "Iâll fight you."
However, Lan Ling intervened, saying, "Zhou Ke, take a rest and recover your strength."
Lan Ling's reasoning for this was that, based on Bai Zhenzhenâs previous performance in the physical training contest, Zhou Ke might not be her match.
Lan Ling obviously couldnât allow Bai Zhenzhen, a freshman, to teach a second-year senior a lesson in front of everyone.
So, he casually made up an excuse to send Zhou Ke away and stepped up to meet Bai Zhenzhenâs gaze.
Lan Ling smiled slightly and casually said, "Junior, itâs been a few months, let me guide you againâŠ"
Boom!
Without giving Lan Ling a chance to finish his words, Bai Zhenzhenâs right leg disappeared into the air as if it had vanished, exploding into a wave of energy at Lan Lingâs abdomen.
Just like the sparring session a few months ago, it was Bai Zhenzhenâs kick that hit Lan Ling, but the results were completely different.
Lan Ling's expression shifted slightly, and his body, which had been as steady as Mount Tai, staggered back two steps.
"Senior, it seems youâve underestimated me."
Bai Zhenzhen spoke as she vanished from Lan Lingâs sight.
Lei Jun, standing to the side, brightened as he thought to himself, "I havenât seen Bai Zhenzhen go all out in a while. Sheâs already gotten this strong?"
"Nice sneak attack," Lei Jun commented sincerely. "Remember, in real combat, surprise attacks are a big deal. Itâs the best way to defeat someone stronger."
The next moment, it seemed as if electric sparks were flashing across the air.
Bai Zhenzhenâs figure flickered and darted around, like a ghost.
In the astonished eyes of many first- and second-year students, Bai Zhenzhen transformed into a raging storm, completely overwhelming Lan Ling.
Lightning and energy waves continuously exploded on Lan Ling's body, like a barrage of cannonballs bombarding him, forcing him back step by step.
Lan Ling protected his vital spots with both hands, his eyes filled with shock as he thought, "This Bai Zhenzhen has already reached this level of power?"
"In just a few months, sheâs already at a level where she can fight me?"
This thought filled Lan Lingâs heart with extreme jealousy.
How much had he spent? How many hardships had he endured? How much time had he sacrificed to reach this point?
And this poor soul had spent even less money and time and had almost caught up to him?
With a loud boom, Lan Lingâs entire body surged with energy, his right palm swelling with intense power, doubling in size as it turned red.
This was the 5th-level push of the expert-grade technique, the Heart Elemental Handprint!
Not only did it cause his muscles to bulge, but it also gathered all his circulating blood and qi into this palm.
A light push, and Bai Zhenzhen felt a wave of force crash toward her, as if a wall had pressed down on her, the overwhelming pressure making it hard to breathe.
"I canât match his strength head-on," Bai Zhenzhen retreated swiftly, evading the palm.
In the blink of an eye, it seemed as though the two were fighting from a distance, with Lan Ling unable to catch up to Bai Zhenzhen, and Bai Zhenzhen refusing to engage in a direct clash with him.
At that moment, Lan Ling shouted, "Junior, you wonât even dare take my palm?"
"A classic provocation," Lei Jun analyzed. "Remember, provoking the opponent to disrupt their mindset, even making them give up their advantage for a short strike, this is a key part of provoking in real combat. Itâs something youâll even need to know for theoretical exams."
The first-year students nodded repeatedly.
Lan Ling frowned slightly, glancing at Lei Jun.
At this moment, Bai Zhenzhenâs cold laugh cut through the air, "Lan Ling, with your level, you canât even defeat a first-year student like me? I think youâre already halfway to becoming a junior college student. All those years of studying were wasted."
Lan Ling gritted his teeth as his blood and qi surged once more.
"Such an insult!" Lei Jun continued, "Did you hear Bai Zhenzhen? Not only is she aggressive, but her words are also tailored to directly target the opponent. This makes the other person lose their calm and act rashly."
"Sneak attacks, provocations, insultsâthese are the basics of real combat. Theyâre the focus of theoretical exams. Watch closely and remember it wellâŠ"
Lan Lingâs anger only grew as Bai Zhenzhenâs words seemed to mock his very existence.
Heâd studied so hard since childhood, and yet, now he was being told he would only end up in a junior college? That was a disgrace he couldnât tolerate.
Roar!
As Bai Zhenzhen approached him again, Lan Ling let out a furious shout, and a torrent of power surged from his mouth.
Waves of visible sound waves rushed in all directions.
This was another expert-grade techniqueâthe Lionâs Roar!
The surging sound waves swept toward everything around Lan Ling.
Just as Lan Ling thought this attack would surely hit Bai ZhenzhenâŠ
Bai Zhenzhen, as if having anticipated this, shimmered with electric light. The moment Lan Ling unleashed his Lionâs Roar, she had already changed direction and shot off into the distance.
Bai Zhenzhenâs eyes were filled with disdain. In her view, Lan Lingâs frantic attempt to launch his big move was too obvious.
The further the sound waves from the Lionâs Roar traveled, the weaker their power became, allowing Bai Zhenzhen to easily absorb them and retaliate.
By this point, Bai Zhenzhen could tell that after Lan Ling had used the Heart Elemental Handprint and unleashed the Lionâs Roar, his body and energy reserves were no longer at their peak. Every move he made now was filled with openings.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosive sounds echoed as Bai Zhenzhen and Lan Ling clashed fiercely.
Their palms and fingers collided, sending shockwaves of wind and thunder throughout the area.
With a whoosh, Bai Zhenzhen retracted her attack, stepping back, and looked at Lan Ling with a faint smile. "Still want to fight?"
Lan Ling snorted coldly, swallowing the roar that had almost escaped his throat, and said, "Junior, are you scared?"
At that moment, Lei Jun exclaimed, "Nice!"
"This moveâinsulting, slapping in the face, directly attacking the heart. You all should take notes."
Lan Lingâs eyes widened, and only then did he realize the damage. Looking down, he saw the fabric over his chest torn, revealing a wound with a trace of blood.
The wound had been caused by Bai Zhenzhen when they had just clashedâshe had used the Piercing Sword Aura combined with the Formless Sword Technique, and her True Spiritual Root had made the strike even sharper.
The wound wasnât serious, just a superficial cut, leaving a few traces of blood.
But the cut had formed several characters: "Junior College Student."
Fury surged in Lan Lingâs chest.
Meanwhile, Lei Jun kept speaking, "Do you see? The effect is great, right?"
"Iâve told you all beforeâthe college entrance exam is like fighting the Yellow-Turban Enforcer. You can go all out, and just hit hard. But in real combat, itâs different. Donât always think about how to injure or kill your opponent. Even if you win, youâll be losing money. The more you win, the more youâll lose."
"True combat masters donât injure their opponent physically. They attack the spirit, not the body."
The most update n0vels are published on novelFÉȘre.net
"For example, an insult. You may think itâs useless during exams, but in real combat, it has great value."
"A true master of insult can leave their opponent unscathed, yet after the battle, their opponentâs spirit will break. They might even end up with depression."
Lan Ling shot a fierce glare at Lei Jun and shouted, "Teacher, havenât you said enough?"
Lei Jun laughed, "Itâs rare for a second-year student to guide a first-year student. I canât waste this opportunity to give a detailed analysis."
Lan Ling took a deep breath, staring at Bai Zhenzhen with gritted teeth. "Childish tricks, letâs continue."
"Still want to fight?" Bai Zhenzhen said indifferently. "Forget it, I donât feel like carving words into you anymore."
Lan Ling's face flushed with rage. "Bai Zhenzhen! You only managed to scratch me while I wasnât paying attention! How could you ever match my real strength?"
"Getting desperate," Zhao Tianxing muttered, shaking his head. "When youâre desperate, you just become a complete clown."
With the experience of being humiliated countless times, Zhao Tianxing knew all too well that when youâre at a disadvantage, you must act calm and collected.
If you get desperate, even if you donât lose, youâve already lost in the eyes of others. Even if you donât look foolish, you are.
"Well, now the clown role is passed on to Lan Ling. What I did earlier doesnât seem like such a big deal anymore."
On the other side...
"Forget it, Senior." Bai Zhenzhen shook her head, saying indifferently, "Look, youâve already broken your defense."
At that moment, outside the training hall, Zhou Chechen leaned against the wall, shaking his head in helplessness. "Sigh, look at you, getting desperate."
Then, with a slight smile, he turned to Zhang Yu and said, "Junior, your gaze is making me uncomfortable."
Bai Zhenzhen, who had taken a step outside the training hall to join Zhang Yu, now turned to look at Zhou Chechen. "Senior, you want to give me some guidance?"
Zhou Chechen, exuding an aura of coldness, took a step toward Zhang Yu, looking down at him as he slowly said, "Rather than you, Iâm more interested in your master, Zhang Pianpian."
"Junior, donât overestimate yourself."
"Even if I do something... it will just be like kicking a barking dog, making it shut up, and seeing whether it's a wild dog or a pet."