Watch My Six Sticks Per Second! (Please Follow!)

After Yue Lin finished speaking, he left with his hands behind his back, leaving Su Yuan sitting alone at his seat in a daze.

Did Teacher Yue misunderstand something?

No matter how wild Su Yuan's imagination was, he never would have thought that he was being treated as a potential mental patient.

He shook his head, temporarily suppressing the doubts in his heart. Teacher Yue must have had his reasons for saying that.

After a short break between classes, they proceeded to General Knowledge and Spiritual Text classes.

The content taught in General Knowledge was similar to what he had studied in high school in his previous life.

Although the knowledge was extensive, most of it was unrelated to cultivation. It was relatively easy for the Qi Cultivators who were high school students to learn.

In his previous life, Su Yuan was also a "small-town test-taker," and he had always performed well in rote memorization subjects like General Knowledge and Spiritual Text.

Now, with the enhancement of the Pure Devil Heart, he had even more room for improvement in these two subjects.

Unconsciously, the morning study session passed. It was now 12:10 PM, and in another five minutes, the one-hour lunch break would begin.

This also meant that a fierce battle for dominance centered around the cafeteria was about to commence.

Su Yuan scanned his classmates, all of whom would be his competitors!

Qi Cultivators could not yet fly freely, and Flying Swords were not allowed on campus, adding many uncertainties to this competition.

While Su Yuan observed his classmates, they were also observing their surroundings. Their eyes occasionally met Su Yuan's, and their gazes seemed to flash with the glint of swords, making one's heart tremble.

"Su Yuan."

Chu Lanxi flipped his hand, and a lustrous white meal card appeared in his palm. He said, "Whether we can get lunch early today depends on you."

Su Yuan solemnly took the meal card, as if he were receiving a military command token.

A letter of commitment was not necessary.

With his cultivation only ranking in the upper-middle tier in the entire school, even though he had accumulated ample experience in weaving through crowds and evading pursuit through his takeout delivery work, he couldn't guarantee being among the first hundred to reach the cafeteria.

Some of the limited dishes in the cafeteria were always first come, first served.

"However, I am no longer the same as I was."

Su Yuan's gaze fell on a broom in the corner of the classroom, and he thought to himself:

"Having cultivated both takeout delivery and security guard skills, I can not only evade the encirclement of competitors like before but also take the initiative! Perhaps I can aim for the top ten to enter the cafeteria first."

Time ticked by second by second.

Five minutes later, with the ringing of the dismissal bell, their homeroom teacher, Teacher Yue, who never extended class, said:

"Be careful not to knock down the windows or walls. Class dismissed."

The next moment, the students of Class Two, who had been preparing for this, rushed out like hunting leopards, darting out of the window, which had been quietly opened at some point.

Instantly, a strong wind howled, and the curtains in the classroom fluttered noisily.

Su Yuan reached out and grabbed the broom from the corner, following the main group out the window.

Class Three, Section Two, was located on the sixth floor. As Su Yuan jumped out the window, he saw students from all over the school falling like raindrops from the teaching buildings, heading straight for the cafeteria!

Su Yuan circulated his spiritual energy, gliding through the air for a moment before landing easily. He saw that many students were already ahead of him, their figures like lightning.

Naturally, those with higher cultivation ran faster.

In the past, Su Yuan had no way to deal with such "stat monsters."

But now...

Watch my flying fork... no, broom attack!

Like throwing a divine artifact, Su Yuan hurled the broom in his hand. The broom moved like a swimming dragon, instantly striking the back of a student in front of him.

A gentle force, not intended to harm, surged from the broom, pushing the student towards another student. The two collided fiercely, falling down like rolling gourds.

Hmm, two competitors dealt with.

Su Yuan, moving at high speed, grabbed the still-airborne broom and continued to charge forward.

The winner eats meat, the loser eats dust!

The battle for the cafeteria had always been like this!

In a society where everyone cultivated, using force within reasonable limits was perfectly acceptable, and even the school administration strongly supported it.

Su Yuan's eyes flickered as he targeted another classmate not far ahead.

But before he could act, the classmate sensed something and turned around, actively meeting him. Spiritual energy surged in his palm, clearly intending to intercept Su Yuan.

Su Yuan casually glanced at the opponent. A regular student was no match for an experienced deliveryman! Even the strongest in the delivery world couldn't evade his fork, let alone a student.

Watch me strike six times in one second!

The broom in Su Yuan's hand shot out like lightning. The broom's energy stirred up gusts of wind. Almost simultaneously, six beams of energy struck the opposing student's pressure points on his arms, knees, and abdomen.

Thump--

The passerby's limbs went numb uncontrollably, and he collapsed twitching.

Su Yuan didn't even look, continuing to charge towards the cafeteria, unable to help but feel amazed by the power of the Eighteen Divine Fork Styles.

This fork technique, the foundation of the security world, which only blocks people and doesn't injure them, seemed to be subtly stronger than the common martial arts learned by high school students.

Come to think of it, the System's reward of randomly upgrading one skill to perfection was truly random.

At the very least, it was most suitable for the struggle for the cafeteria.

With this, Su Yuan charged forward triumphantly with his fork technique, leaving his competitors behind him. The top ten spots in the cafeteria were within his sight!

At the cafeteria entrance stood a towering, iron-like middle-aged man in a deep red tracksuit, his face stern, arms crossed.

This was Zhuge Tie, the head of Taihua High School's Physical Education Department, responsible for the physical education classes of all third-year students, and a renowned, golden-medal sports teacher at Taihua High School.

"Calculating the time, the third-year students should be arriving soon. Those who reach the cafeteria first are likely good prospects for sprinting."

Zhuge Tie estimated the time, thinking to himself.

As a sports teacher, he knew the level of his students, but there might be hidden gems yet to be discovered.

Before long, the sound of footsteps could be heard from a distance. Zhuge Tie's cold eyes narrowed, and anticipation rose in his heart.

The excellent students of the sprinting world were arriving.

At the end of his line of sight, several third-year students were sprinting towards the cafeteria. These were students who usually had good sprinting results and had received his praise.

Zhuge Tie was satisfied, but just then, he noticed that his trusted favorites seemed to be in a state of panic for some reason.

It was as if some monstrous beast was chasing them from behind.

As he pondered this, the next second, a blur of a staff suddenly cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, striking the back of one student's leg.

The student let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground.

The staff bounced back and landed in the hands of a teenager who rushed out from the corner of the road.

The teenager's eyes flashed with a cold glint, staring intently at the fleeing students ahead, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey!

Then, to Zhuge Tie's astonishment, the teenager's staff blurred, striking six times in a second, or even faster, sweeping all his favorites aside and entering the cafeteria as the first person.