Where Did This Monster of a Junior Come From?

Lan Lou.

Cheng Han suddenly looked at the others and changed the subject. "Do you know the fundamental reason Principal Jing Long appointed me as Class Monitor?"

Everyone fell silent.

Cheng Han gave them the answer. "Because Principal Jing Long deeply dislikes the atmosphere at Lan Lou. He believes that instead of focusing on cultivation, you spend all day forming cliques."

That was precisely why Cheng Han had been chosen as the "catfish." For the sake of the fifty Silver Coins each month, he was reluctantly willing to take on the job.

Cheng Han continued, "To put it more bluntly, Principal Jing Long is warning you that if you still refuse to cultivate properly, you will be stepped on forever by a third-year junior."

Out of kindness, he deliberately withheld one hard truth—even if you work hard at cultivation, I'll still step on you.

The moment he said this, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Cheng Han began firmly taking control of the situation. "Ren Yong, I'll give you two choices."

He raised one finger, his tone calm and composed. "First, you disrupted classroom order. I will advise Principal Jing Long to revoke your chance to take Secret Medicine next time."

The students immediately broke into a commotion.

Secret Medicine was essential on the path to becoming a Warrior. Students only received one dose a month, and losing one opportunity to take it was considered a rather severe punishment.

Though Ren Yong was afraid, his own interests were at stake, so he still gathered the courage to ask, "What right do you have to punish me? I'll definitely appeal to Principal Jing Long."

Cheng Han's expression remained calm. "Principal Jing Long won't see you."

Ren Yong was instantly silenced.

Yesterday, Gu Jinglong had stated clearly—any matter had to be reported to Cheng Han first, and Cheng Han would then bring it to him.

Everyone knew that Gu Jinglong always kept his word. If he said he would not see someone, then he truly would not see them.

Cheng Han raised a second finger. "The second choice is for us to have a spar right now. As long as you can withstand three moves from me, this matter will be over."

This was his true objective.

He knew perfectly well that there was no way to curb Lan Lou's corrupt atmosphere without throwing down a few times.

Interestingly, Ren Yong had apparently been left with serious psychological trauma after taking a hit from the Soul Flash Scythe. He actually did not dare accept.

Secretly surprised by the skill's power, Cheng Han simply changed the terms. "Ren Yong, if you don't have the guts to fight, you can find someone to take your place."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "I won't use Mountain Moving Hand. I'll only use the first stance of the Nine Elements Strengthening Body Technique, the 'Hidden Horse Stance.'"

If he used Mountain Moving Hand, he feared no one present would dare face him.

The Hidden Horse Stance was widely recognized as the least lethal move. It required one to assume a horse stance, naturally sacrificing a great deal of mobility. How could one fight like that? Ren Yong still said nothing.

The gazes some students directed at Ren Yong carried a faint trace of pity.

As a fifth-year student, he was being suppressed by a third-year junior to the point that he did not dare utter a word. He had utterly lost both face and dignity.

Cheng Han's gaze drifted toward a burly figure.

This person was named Wen Hui. He had a build comparable to that of an adult and stood a full head taller than Cheng Han.

According to the Deduction, Jing Jiuxiao, Lei Wen, and Wen Hui belonged to one of the Four Factions in the Prep Class. Wen Hui had the most reckless temperament and was Jing Jiuxiao's close friend, making him the most likely to step forward.

Sure enough.

Wen Hui took a step forward and answered in a deep voice, "I'll do it!"

Cheng Han replied calmly, "Come on."

The crowd scattered in unison, leaving an open space in the middle of the hall.

Cheng Han spread his legs and lowered himself into a horse stance. He extended both hands, twisted his waist, and assumed an unusual posture.

It was the Hidden Horse Stance.

Wen Hui, meanwhile, raised both hands high and adopted a chopping posture. The muscles all over his body writhed like worms, giving off an overwhelming sense of pressure.

This was the fifth stance—Air Cutting Stance.

At this moment.

Among the onlookers.

Jun Changkong muttered, "The Air Cutting Stance is only half as powerful as Mountain Moving Hand, but Wen Hui's body is far stronger than Cheng Han's. This move is no weaker than Cheng Han's Mountain Moving Hand. Yet Cheng Han chose the Hidden Horse Stance and gave up his mobility advantage. I'm afraid..."

The implication was that he did not think highly of Cheng Han's chances.

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone to hear clearly.

Jun Changkong was considered one of Lan Lou's big shots, so his opinion naturally carried great authority. Most of the students believed his judgment.

It was hardly surprising.

After all, from the look of things, it was like an adult fighting a child.

Some students chimed in.

"Cheng Han is being a little too arrogant."

"Now that he's Class Monitor, his ego has blown up!"

Several students wore expressions of gloating delight.

Cheng Han snorted inwardly.

Scarface had been right. This was a pack of utter idiots!

"Hah!"

Wen Hui shouted and charged over menacingly.

Cheng Han stood as immovable as a mountain.

One breath later.

The two sides officially made contact.

Then.

Wen Hui flew toward the other side at an even faster speed.

The big man was flung more than six meters away, crashing heavily onto the floor.

"Bang!"

The entire hall seemed to tremble.

Wen Hui let out a groan. A breath caught in his chest, and he actually passed out.

Everyone was stunned.

Jun Changkong's handsome face felt as though it were burning.

Cheng Han leisurely withdrew his hands and asked blandly, "Jun Changkong, I hear you have a good eye. Did you recognize what technique I used?"

Jun Changkong was somewhat embarrassed, his voice dropping. "That was Hidden Horse Stealing Force."

The crowd immediately understood.

Then they were filled with awe.

"Hidden Horse" naturally referred to the Hidden Horse Stance.

As for "Stealing Force," it was an extremely difficult technique that could steal the opponent's force for oneself and turn it back against them.

In other words, Wen Hui had effectively taken a combined strike from both himself and Cheng Han. No matter how strong and sturdy he was, he could not withstand it and had been knocked unconscious.

Not a single person in the entire Prep Class had even reached the threshold of Hidden Horse Stealing Force.

Only Yan Dongting had demonstrated it once.

No one had expected Cheng Han to have quietly mastered such a supreme technique.

Cheng Han grinned, his tone turning colder. "Jun Changkong, come fight me. If you dare refuse, I'll beat you into a pig's head."

He thought for a moment, then raised both hands and gestured. "Every time I see you, I'll beat you up. I'll do it ten times in a row until you won't dare leave the house for half a year."

Jun Changkong panicked slightly. "Class... Class Monitor Cheng, I have never offended you, and I know my martial arts are inferior to yours. Why must you do this?"

He had wanted to say "Cheng Han," but changed it to "Class Monitor Cheng" just before the words left his mouth.

Cheng Han blinked. "You've never provoked me?"

He pretended to suddenly understand. "The first time I entered Lan Lou, an idiot named Gao Lin actually made me clean for a month. I thought he had acted on your orders, but it turns out he acted on his own initiative."

This was naturally sarcasm.

With the Eye of Omniscience, how could such petty nonsense possibly escape his notice? When he had argued with Jun Changkong about the Embracing Furnace Stance, this man had behaved politely and courteously, making it easy for others to view him favorably. In reality, he was a genuine hypocrite.

Gao Lin moved his lips, wanting to say something.

But because he was wary of Jun Changkong, he ultimately did not dare speak.

Cheng Han's tone abruptly turned cold. "Fine, then. Tomorrow, I'll report this matter to Principal Jing Long and recommend that Gao Lin lose five opportunities to take Secret Medicine."

Gao Lin was scared out of his wits.

Jun Changkong's expression turned ugly to the extreme. He gritted his teeth. "Fine! I'll fight!"

He had no choice but to fight.

If Gao Lin received a severe punishment, he would most likely expose plenty of ugly matters. If Jun Changkong did not want his reputation ruined, he had to agree.

Cheng Han smiled in satisfaction. "Don't worry. It won't hurt for long. Just like Wen Hui, you'll pass out in an instant."

Rarely getting such an opportunity, he was determined to teach this hypocrite a lesson.

Jun Changkong took a deep breath and forced himself to stand opposite him. "Class Monitor Cheng, I'm ready."

One second later.

"Bang!"

Jun Changkong personally experienced the power of Hidden Horse Stealing Force. He flew ten meters in one breath, rolled across the floor several times, howled for more than ten seconds, and then passed out.

That really was not very long.

Compared to twenty-four hours in a day, it was as brief as "an instant."

Listening to the miserable cries, everyone else's scalps tingled.

This junior was brutal! Cheng Han swept his gaze around the room, his face calm and untroubled. "You're all fourth- and fifth-year students. Aren't you dissatisfied with a third-year student being Class Monitor? Who else wants to step up?"

The hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

No one dared answer.

Cheng Han's series of methods had frightened every one of them.

He had also thoroughly intimidated them.

Where exactly had this monstrous third-year junior come from?

A few words of explanation.

People keep saying the characters have been made less intelligent, so let me share some personal experiences.

I've worked for many years and personally witnessed something like this. One person born in 1988 was promoted to supervisor, while another born in 1985 spent all day making snide remarks and stirring up conflicts.

When I was in high school, I saw one classmate cover another classmate's glasses in black ink and bully him whenever he felt like it.

There are far too many conflicts between people caused by pride and all sorts of strange little matters.

As for the plot in this book, when fourth- and fifth-year students see a third-year student become Class Monitor, are they all supposed to kneel down and fawn over him? That does not seem reasonable to me.

They are all students who can form seals, and every one of them has some skill. Without fighting a few matches, who would be willing to submit to you? I would also like to thank the following readers for their donations.

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