True Combat Techniques (Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Zhao Tianxing tugged at the corner of his mouth and thought to himself, Qian, you really didn't need to say that last sentence out loud. Now I look even more like a clown.
Lan Ling's gaze turned cold. Looking at Qian Shen, who had dared to contradict an upperclassman, he said lightly, "Zhou Ke, then you should give this junior some guidance too."
Just as Zhou Ke was about to walk toward Qian Shen, a flash of lightning streaked through the air.
Amid everyone's astonished gazes, Bai Zhenzhen had already appeared before Zhou Ke in a gust of wind.
Zhao Tianxing frowned slightly. Didn't I tell them not to come? Why are they here again?
He seemed to recall how, several months ago, Bai Zhenzhen had been flung away by Lan Ling.
Although Bai Zhenzhen's strength had surged by leaps and bounds over the past few months, the second-years had likewise been cultivating and improving. In Zhao Tianxing's eyes, the gap of an entire year of cultivation was simply impossible to make up.
"You want to fight?" Bai Zhenzhen snorted coldly as she looked at Zhou Ke. "I'll fight you."
But Lan Ling said, "Zhou Ke, rest for now and recover your stamina."
Lan Ling said this because, judging from Bai Zhenzhen's earlier performance in the Physical Competition, he felt Zhou Ke might not be her match.
And naturally, Lan Ling could not allow a first-year like Bai Zhenzhen to teach a second-year upperclassman a lesson in front of so many people.
So he casually found an excuse to send Zhou Ke away, then stepped forward himself to meet Bai Zhenzhen's gaze.
Lan Ling smiled faintly and said casually, "Junior, it's been a few months. Let me give you some more guidance..."
Boom!
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