No Suspense

Yang Wei calmed himself down. He felt that if he kept talking to this bastard, his lungs might burst from rage. He had to cut to the chase.

"You don't need to worry about that. Anyway, are you accepting the bet or not?" Yang Wei pressed Xia Ping relentlessly.

Gao Wan chimed in, "That's right. Aren't you so confident? What the hell are you afraid of?"

"Accepting isn't a problem. I'm just worried about you guys..." Xia Ping rubbed his chin.

Yang Wei immediately cut him off. "No need to worry. We're completely fine with it. Let's sign the contract now, so neither of us can back out."

He tapped the crystal-chip watch on his wrist. With a beep, a white screen appeared, displaying a virtual projection covered in legal clauses.

Xia Ping knew that the laws on Yanhuang Planet were completely different from those on Earth. Bets were legally binding here, and anyone who dared to break one would be punished.

In serious cases, they could even be arrested and sent to prison. Even a lighter penalty would damage their credit, making life difficult for them in the future. They wouldn't be able to get a bank loan, and people around them might keep their distance and isolate them.

Of course, the law wouldn't recognize an outrageous bet, such as one that demanded someone's life. But something like running naked around the school was a minor matter, so it would naturally be recognized.

"Take out your student chip. Let's sign the contract," Gao Wan urged.

Xia Ping's student chip was installed in his phone. It held all the information about him from birth to the present, including his bank account, school records, and physical condition. It was basically his ID card on Yanhuang Planet.

He tapped his phone against Yang Wei and Gao Wan's student chips. A contract immediately appeared. He entered his password and pressed confirm, and the contract was officially binding. Neither side could back out.

"Good. The contract is official."

Gao Wan and Yang Wei exchanged a glance and grinned slyly, brimming with confidence. Heh heh. Soon, they'd get to see that kid make a fool of himself.

By then, not only would Xiong Batian beat the crap out of him, he'd also have to run naked around the school and be mocked by all the students. The police might even take him for a pervert and throw him in prison.

"Hmph. That bastard's been looking down on our abilities in that department and mocking us repeatedly, damaging our reputations terribly," Yang Wei gritted out. "I want to see how tough he really is. Is he really that damn good?"

Gao Wan had the same idea. He even planned to film the shameless Xia Ping in his humiliating state and post it online, making the kid famous worldwide.

"This—this!" Jiang Yaru was furious. Seeing Xia Ping sign the contract with the two of them drove her crazy. How could this bastard be so stupid as to agree to a bet like that? Wasn't it obvious he'd lose?

"Yaru, don't worry. I think that bastard did it on purpose," Liang Xiaoxue said.

Jiang Yaru froze. "On purpose?" Could this be Xia Ping's plan?

"Exactly. I looked into it online. Some perverted men have a special fetish called exhibitionism." Liang Xiaoxue looked at Xia Ping with disdain. "I bet Xia Ping has that fetish too. He couldn't find an opportunity to indulge it, so now that Yang Wei and Gao Wan came right to his door, he acted unhappy on the surface, but was actually overjoyed inside. Then he went along with it, playing hard to get before giving in."

Jiang Yaru was stunned. That actually made a lot of sense. She couldn't find any reason to argue against it. Could Xia Ping really be a hidden super-pervert?!

The afternoon classes passed in a flash. Almost no one in Class 16 of Grade 12 could focus on the lessons. There was only one thing they cared about now: the duel between Xia Ping and Xiong Batian.

By then, a dense crowd had gathered around the Flying Dragon Platform in the southwest corner of the campus. Students who had heard the news rushed over to watch, standing below the platform with eager, expectant looks.

Xiong Batian had been waiting on the Flying Dragon Platform for a while. He stood with his eyes closed and arms crossed, conserving his strength and looking completely at ease. His expression was calm, as if he were waiting for Xia Ping to arrive.

"Who exactly is Xiong Batian fighting? Why are so many people here this time?" a student asked. He'd only come over because he'd seen the crowd and wanted to see what was going on. He didn't know the details.

Another student replied, "I heard it's a student called Xia Ping. He's only at the Martial Apprentice Third Heaven level. Xiong Batian wanted to stand up for his friend, so he came to the Flying Dragon Platform."

"No way. Is that kid crazy? Who doesn't know Xiong Batian is a Martial Apprentice Fifth Heaven expert with natural strength? He could probably send that kid to the hospital with one punch."

The student sounded astonished and couldn't believe it.

"Exactly. That kid's completely overestimating himself."

"So many people have gathered just to see how badly he gets beaten."

"There's no suspense in this fight. The only question is how many moves it'll take Xiong Batian to beat him, and how many days it'll take for his injuries to heal."

The students discussed the fight noisily.

"Look, Xia Ping's here!" a student shouted.

A young student in white walked over from a distance. He looked ordinary, except for his calm eyes. Even when faced with such a huge crowd, he didn't seem the least bit nervous.

A group of students followed behind him in a long procession. They were all from Class 16 of Grade 12, and after class, they'd followed Xia Ping to the Flying Dragon Platform to watch the excitement.

"You're here."

Xiong Batian opened his eyes and looked at Xia Ping as he walked up onto the Flying Dragon Platform. A hint of surprise crossed his face. "I thought you'd run away at the last minute. I didn't expect you to actually have the guts to show up. For that alone, I'll go easy on you later and only break five of your ribs." He held up five fingers.

"No need."

Xia Ping waved a hand. "Go ahead and give it your all. If you can break even one of my hairs, I'll be impressed. If you hold back, you probably won't last a single move."

"How arrogant!"

Xiong Batian snorted, glaring at Xia Ping in displeasure. How could a mere Martial Apprentice Third Heaven guy dare to boast like that? Who did he think he was?

Once the match started, that bastard would learn what despair meant. Xiong Batian had decided he absolutely wouldn't hold back. He'd teach the kid a lesson, or he'd never learn to respect the strong.

The students beside them were speechless at Xia Ping's words. He was already on the Flying Dragon Platform and still had the nerve to run his mouth. If he got beaten to a pulp, he might not be able to talk again.

In the distance, Gao Wan and Yang Wei sneered. They were waiting to see Xia Ping get thrashed by Xiong Batian. The kid wouldn't just lose the match—he'd disgrace himself too, and the police would take him away as a pervert.