Changed Plot Points

"How could this be..."

Ye Qingxian murmured to himself, his face full of shock. A bead of cold sweat slowly trickled down from the corner of his eye.

Zhu Ping'an didn't waste words with him. He swung his hand back and slapped Ye Qingxian away, sending him rolling like a fly he'd swatted.

The entire Qingcheng High School fell silent. It was as if a giant Garen had wielded his massive sword and used his Q to silence everyone.

No one had expected Zhu Ping'an to casually block Ye Qingxian's full-force attack, then turn around and send him flying with a slap.

"Zhu! Ping! An!"

Ye Qingxian's roar shattered the silence. He scrambled to his feet, his once-handsome features twisted beyond recognition as he glared daggers at Zhu Ping'an.

He had always been the darling of Qingcheng High School, the favored son of heaven whom everyone adored. When had he ever suffered such a humiliating loss?

Ye Qingxian's dark eyes were filled with a terrifying killing intent!

"That's all it takes to break you?" Zhu Ping'an wasn't intimidated by Ye Qingxian. Instead, he smiled.

"Lion King Finger!"

Ye Qingxian didn't waste words. He curled his five fingers as though grasping at the air, and with a flash of pale yellow light, a gigantic lion's head appeared at his fingertips.

"That's a martial technique! Ye Qingxian has already mastered one!"

The students below let out cries of surprise. The gap between martial artists and ordinary people was as wide as a chasm. One reason was that once someone became a martial artist, they could use incredibly powerful martial techniques. Compared to that, ordinary people, who could only use fighting skills, were like primitive humans being swept by a Fire Qilin.

"I knew it! Qingxian Ge is the darling of heaven. How could he possibly lose? He was just careless before."

"Exactly! Zhu Ping'an must have only recently broken through. He definitely hasn't had time to learn any martial techniques yet. He's doomed!"

"Qingxian Ge, come on! Beat him!"

When Ye Qingxian's fan club saw him use a martial technique, they grew excited all over again, cheering him on.

Zhu Ping'an narrowed his eyes at the sight, a hint of gravity entering his gaze. It was true that he hadn't had time to learn any martial techniques, but he wasn't afraid of Ye Qingxian. After all, his Qi and Blood Value was almost eighty points higher than Ye Qingxian's.

As the saying went, overwhelming strength could overcome ten kinds of skill. Even if an eight-year-old elementary school student learned every fighting technique there was, he still couldn't beat a burly man weighing two hundred pounds.

Facing Ye Qingxian's Lion King Finger, Zhu Ping'an brought his five fingers together and drove his strength into his legs. First, he drew back to gather power; then he unleashed a ferocious punch, smashing it straight into the phantom lion's head.

A loud crash rang out. Countless people couldn't help covering their ears. Under Ye Qingxian's disbelieving gaze, countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared across the illusory lion's head.

Crack, crack, crack!

The phantom lion's head shattered with a boom, but Zhu Ping'an's punch didn't slow. It continued on and struck Ye Qingxian's handsome face, twisting his features as he flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground.

The girls who had been cheering for Ye Qingxian fell silent in an instant.

Zhu Ping'an had sent Ye Qingxian flying with one punch without even using a martial technique. Was the gap between them really that huge?

Yan Shubing's expression began to waver. She had always been closer to Ye Qingxian and kept Zhu Ping'an dangling because she thought Ye Qingxian had a brighter future.

But now, why did it seem like Zhu Ping'an had a brighter future instead? Maybe she should change her strategy?

"Wait! Look, Ye Qingxian's getting up!"

Someone in the crowd cried out. Everyone turned to look, only to see Ye Qingxian standing at some point, his expression calm and his eyes tightly shut as he strode toward Zhu Ping'an.

"Why did Ye Qingxian close his eyes? Isn't he asking to get himself killed?" someone asked, puzzled.

Even Zhu Ping'an was completely at a loss. This hadn't happened in the story!

Though confused, Zhu Ping'an wasn't about to go easy on Ye Qingxian. As soon as Ye Qingxian came close, he threw a punch without hesitation.

At that moment, Ye Qingxian's body suddenly twisted at an impossible angle, narrowly dodging Zhu Ping'an's punch.

Zhu Ping'an punched again, his fists falling relentlessly like a torrential downpour.

Yet Ye Qingxian, his eyes still tightly shut, seemed to have suddenly mastered Ultra Instinct. No matter how Zhu Ping'an attacked, Ye Qingxian dodged every blow with perfect timing, and his Qi and Blood Value kept rising.

"It's Epiphany! Ye Qingxian has entered an Epiphany state!"

The principal of Qingcheng High School shot to his feet, his gaze burning with excitement!

After hearing the principal's words, the other students looked at Ye Qingxian with envy.

An Epiphany state was an incredible opportunity every martial artist could only hope to encounter. Once someone entered one, their understanding of the martial way would rapidly deepen. A single Epiphany could even be worth ten years of hard training.

Zhu Ping'an felt his scalp go numb when he heard this. How was he supposed to fight someone who was cheating? Did the Second Male Lead have no rights?

He felt as if he'd grasped a clue. The plot had made him give the Qi and Blood Pill to Yan Shubing, so no matter what he did, he was bound to end up with a Qi and Blood Pill in his possession.

Likewise, according to the plot, Ye Qingxian would defeat him in this mock exam. But now that Zhu Ping'an's Qi and Blood Value had surged and Ye Qingxian was no match for him, Ye Qingxian had entered an Epiphany state instead?

After figuring this out, Zhu Ping'an sucked in a sharp breath. Was this the legendary law of fate, impossible to defy? He even suspected that if Ye Qingxian still couldn't beat him after his Epiphany, a meteor might just fall from the sky and smash him to death.

"I give up!"

Zhu Ping'an jumped off the platform without hesitation. The plot had already decided Ye Qingxian would win this fight, so what was the point of fighting? He didn't want to die here, much less become Ye Qingxian's free tool for reaching an Epiphany.

The instant Zhu Ping'an admitted defeat, Ye Qingxian spat out a huge mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly weakened.

He had entered the Epiphany state because of the immense pressure Zhu Ping'an put on him. Now that Zhu Ping'an had suddenly surrendered, it was like his Epiphany had been forcibly interrupted, and naturally, he suffered a backlash.

Ye Qingxian, weak and frail, glared venomously at Zhu Ping'an. Then his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

"Ping'an Ge, you've disappointed me so much. Even if you were afraid of Qingxian Ge beating you after his Epiphany, you shouldn't have used such underhanded tactics! I hate you!"

Yan Shubing stepped forward and helped the unconscious Ye Qingxian up, looking at Zhu Ping'an with disappointment. She'd made up her mind: Ye Qingxian was still the better investment. There was no question that a martial artist capable of entering an Epiphany state had remarkable talent.

"I'm sorry, Bingbing. I didn't know this would happen. I really didn't do it on purpose..." Zhu Ping'an looked utterly flustered and helpless. "Since you hate me... then... then I'll stay out of your sight from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Ping'an closed his eyes. Two streams of hot tears slid from their corners, making him look as if he'd suffered a terrible injustice.