No Suspense

Yang Wei calmed his agitated emotions. He felt that if he continued talking to this bastard like this, his lungs might just explode from anger; he had to cut the Gordian knot.

"You don't need to worry about that. In any case, are you agreeing to this wager or not?" Yang Wei looked at Xia Ping, pressing him step by step.

Gao Wan also chimed in, "That's right! Aren't you full of confidence? What the hell are you afraid of?"

"Agreeing isn't a problem, I'm just worried about you guys..." Xia Ping stroked his chin.

Yang Wei immediately interrupted Xia Ping, saying, "No need to worry, we're perfectly fine with it. Let's sign the contract now so that no one can back out."

He tapped the crystal watch on his wrist, and with a beep, a white translucent screen popped up—a virtual projection listing a series of legal clauses.

Xia Ping knew that the laws on Yanhuang Planet were vastly different from those on Earth. Wagers made here were legally recognized, and anyone who dared to renege would face legal punishment.

In serious cases, one could even be arrested and thrown into prison. Even in lighter cases, one would lose credit, making it difficult to function in society later on—banks wouldn't even consider your loan applications, and people around you would shun and isolate you.

Of course, if a wager was too extreme, it wouldn't be legally recognized—for instance, anything involving taking a life. But something like streaking at school was a minor matter, so it would naturally be upheld.

"Take out your student chip; we're signing the contract," Gao Wan urged.

Xia Ping's student chip was installed on his phone. This chip recorded his data from birth to the present, including his bank accounts, academic records, physical condition, and more; it could be said that this was the identity card of Yanhuang Planet.

He tapped his phone against the student chips of Yang Wei and Gao Wan, and a contract immediately popped up. He then entered his password and clicked confirm, finalizing the contract—no one was allowed to back out now.

"Good, the contract is established."

Gao Wan and Yang Wei exchanged a glance, revealing a sly, triumphant grin. Heh heh, soon we'll be able to see this brat make a fool of himself.

By then, this guy would not only be beaten to a pulp by Xiong Batian, but he would also have to streak through the school, be mocked by the entire student body, and might even be arrested by the police as a pervert.

"Hmph, this bastard has been looking down on our performance in that area, mocking us repeatedly and causing severe damage to our reputation," Yang Wei gritted his teeth. "I want to see just how tough he is, and if he's really as badass as he claims."

Gao Wan had the same thought. He was even planning to film the shameless Xia Ping's pathetic state and post it online, letting this brat make his global debut.

"This, this!" In the distance, Jiang Yaru was incredibly annoyed. Seeing Xia Ping sign the contract with those two, she felt like she was going crazy. How could this bastard be so stupid as to agree to such a contract? Wasn't it obvious he was going to lose?

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

Jiang Yaru was stunned. "On purpose?" Could it be that this was part of Xia Ping's scheme?

"That's right. I've researched it online; some perverted men have a special fetish, I think it's called exhibitionism," Liang Xiaoxue said, looking at Xia Ping with disdain. "I suspect that Xia Ping has this fetish. He could never find an opportunity to satisfy his twisted desires, and now that Yang Wei and Gao Wan have come knocking, he looked unhappy on the surface but was actually overjoyed inside. So, he just went with the flow and 'reluctantly' agreed."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yaru was dumbfounded. Put that way, it made perfect sense; she couldn't find a single reason to refute it. Could it be that Xia Ping was truly a closeted pervert?!

The afternoon classes passed in the blink of an eye. Almost no one in Class 16 of Grade 12 had the heart to listen to the lectures; they only cared about one thing: the duel between Xia Ping and Xiong Batian.

By now, the area around the Flying Dragon Platform in the southwest corner of the campus was surrounded by a dense crowd. Many students who heard the news had rushed over to watch the excitement, standing below the platform with looks of anticipation.

Xiong Batian was already waiting on the Flying Dragon Platform, eyes closed in meditation, arms crossed over his chest. He was conserving his energy, calm and composed, his expression serene as if he were simply waiting for Xia Ping to arrive.

"Who is Xiong Batian dueling? Why are so many people here this time?" one student asked. He had only come to watch because he saw the crowd and didn't know the details.

Another student replied, "It's said to be a student named Xia Ping, who only has the cultivation of a Martial Apprentice Third Heaven. Because Xiong Batian wanted to vent his friend's anger, he took to the Flying Dragon Platform."

"No way, is that kid crazy? Everyone knows Xiong Batian is a powerhouse at the Martial Apprentice Fifth Heaven and possesses innate divine strength. Dealing with that kid, he'll probably send him to the hospital with a single punch."

The student was astonished, finding it hard to believe.

"Exactly. That's why they say the kid is just overestimating his own capabilities."

"So many people gathered here just to see how badly that kid gets beaten."

"In any case, there's no suspense in the fight. The only suspense is how many moves it will take for him to be defeated by Xiong Batian, and how many days it will take for his injuries to heal."

The students discussed it heatedly.

"Look, Xia Ping is here!" a student shouted.

In the distance, a young student walked over wearing white clothes. He looked quite ordinary; the only thing unusual was that his gaze remained calm, showing not a hint of nervousness even when faced with such a large crowd.

Behind him followed a group of students in a grand procession. They were all from Class 16 of Grade 12, having followed Xia Ping to the Flying Dragon Platform after class to watch the spectacle.

"You're here."

Xiong Batian opened his eyes and looked at Xia Ping, who was walking up to the platform, a hint of surprise on his face. "I thought you would 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 his hand. "Feel free to give it your all. If you can even break a single hair of mine, that would be an achievement. If you go easy on me, I'm afraid you won't even last a single move."

"Arrogant!"

Xiong Batian let out a cold snort, glaring at Xia Ping with intense displeasure. A mere Martial Apprentice Third Heaven dared to spout such nonsense—did he really think he was something special?

Once the match started, this guy would know what despair felt like. He decided he absolutely would not hold back; he had to teach this kid a lesson, otherwise, he would never learn what it meant to respect the strong.

Hearing Xia Ping's words, the surrounding students were speechless. Even after stepping onto the Flying Dragon Platform, he still dared to talk tough. Once he got beaten up, he probably wouldn't be able to say another word.

In the distance, Gao Wan and Yang Wei were sneering. They were waiting to see Xia Ping get pummeled by Xiong Batian. By then, not only would the brat lose the match, but he would also be humiliated and dragged off to jail by the police as a pervert.