The students of Shrek Academy, including Tang San and the others, stared at Qin Ming with curious expressions.
Noticing Zhao Wuji's body go rigid, they followed Teacher Zhao's gaze and saw the guy they'd hated so much they'd ground their teeth over him all night.
Lin Yan!
Facing their stares, Lin Yan didn't falter. He stepped forward, glanced at Zhao Wuji's missing right arm, and teased, "Teacher Zhao, looks like you've gotten used to life without your right arm."
Hearing those words, the rage and resentment in Zhao Wuji's chest nearly boiled over, but the viciousness in his eyes only flashed for an instant.
He took a deep breath and forcibly swallowed all his grievances. A fawning, servile smile spread across his face, and he lowered his voice, deliberately ingratiating himself. "Young Master Lin Yan, I was indeed in the wrong that day. I, old Zhao, lost my head for a moment and went too far. I hope you'll be magnanimous and not hold it against me or the children."
Qin Ming and the Imperial Fighting Team members watched the scene with countless question marks over their heads. They had just one question: Lin Yan and these people had clearly had a major falling-out.
As a teacher of the Imperial Fighting Team, and having just tried to recruit Lin Yan, Qin Ming couldn't help asking, "Lin Yan, is there some misunderstanding between you and Vice Dean Zhao Wuji?"
"Misunderstanding?" Lin Yan's gaze slowly shifted to the Shrek students behind Zhao Wuji, who were glaring at him with murderous expressions. "A bunch of worthless cowards who only pick on the weak. I was just teaching them a lesson, and Zhao Wuji here started playing favorites. The old guy behind me had no choice but to cripple his right arm. You tell me—was that deserved?"
Lin Tian, hidden nearby: "..."
Hearing Lin Yan say that, he felt like the kid had somehow insulted him just then.
"You damn bastard!" Hearing Lin Yan's words, Tang San stepped forward in a fury once more. He was a Twin Martial Souls genius, the rarest kind of genius on the continent, according to his teacher.
As a reincarnated person, he was a disciple of the Tang Sect, determined to restore it on Douluo Continent. His pride wouldn't let anyone call him worthless.
Looking at Tang San's furious expression, Lin Yan said without the slightest courtesy, "Worthless Blue Silver Grass. Got a problem with that?"
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had never awakened the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline. It could be called the most worthless Martial Soul of all; even reaching rank forty would be its absolute limit. Without an awakened bloodline, he really would be stuck at Soul Ancestor.
The unawakened Blue Silver Grass bloodline had indirectly prevented his Clear Sky Hammer from absorbing spirit rings. But Grandmaster truly lived up to his name: he actually knew how to ruin a genius.
"You have no idea what makes me a genius!"
"Then besides your Blue Silver Grass, what makes you a genius?" Lin Yan asked, thoroughly amused.
"I, I..." Tang San wanted to reveal that he possessed Twin Martial Souls, but just as the words reached his lips, he remembered what his teacher and father had told him. In the end, he swallowed his anger. "You're unbelievably short-sighted."
"Heh." Lin Yan laughed at that. "Worthless is worthless. You can't even come up with an answer, so all you can do is bark like a dog. Talking to you feels like a waste of breath."
At those words, Tang San's suppressed fury finally erupted. He swiftly drew the Godly Zhuge Crossbow and aimed it at Lin Yan, his eyes full of malice. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Go to hell!"
Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically. He hurried forward to stop him, but it was too late. Tang San pulled the trigger, and dozens of poisoned bolts shot toward Lin Yan's face with a fierce gust of wind. No one had time to react.
Lin Yan remained completely calm. The air around him warped, and a wave of scorching heat swept in as the temperature surged.
The moment the bolts came within three feet of him, they melted into molten iron before Tang San's stunned eyes, dripping to the ground and scattering sparks.
Tang San had never seen anything like it. His hand trembled around the crossbow, and confusion filled his mind. What exactly is this guy's Martial Soul? How can he wield such terrifying flames?
Tang San was dazed for only an instant. Lin Yan had already teleported in front of him. His cool hand closed precisely around Tang San's throat and lifted him with ease.
Tang San's feet left the ground. Struggling to breathe, he could only thrash uselessly and clutch Lin Yan's hand.
Lin Yan's eyes were full of killing intent. His fingers tightened, and his voice turned colder than ice. "You really think I wouldn't dare kill you?" His words were an unmistakable warning.
Seeing this, Zhao Wuji hurried forward. He was genuinely afraid Lin Yan would kill Tang San outright. "Young Master Lin, it's all a misunderstanding. The child's just like this. Please be magnanimous and let him go."
He was already regretting ever going out to buy medicine. Both Tang San and the person behind Lin Yan had a Titled Douluo!
Qin Ming hurried forward as well, trying to calm him down. "Student Lin Yan, please calm down."
Lin Yan paid no attention to Zhao Wuji or Qin Ming. His gaze remained fixed on Tang San.
He tightened his grip ever so slightly. A bone-chilling cold suddenly surged out like a tide, enveloping Tang San. The cold carried an undisguised malice and warning.
It seemed to silently declare that if he dared kill Tang San, then Lin Yan would be doomed the very next second.
Lin Tian, hidden nearby, sensed it too and immediately sent a voice transmission. "Lin Yan, you bastard, calm down. Don't take the game too far."
He was genuinely afraid Lin Yan would go too far and strangle Tang San to death. If that happened, the world's timeline would probably collapse completely.
The factors of their location and the butterfly effect would both spiral in an uncontrollable direction.
Then he and Lin Yan would be done for, utterly unable to help the main body or return to it.
Lin Yan heard Lin Tian's words. He looked at Tang San, whose throat he was gripping, then finally tossed him away like a piece of garbage.
Thud!
Lin Yan slammed Tang San into the nearby latrine. Filth instantly engulfed most of his body, and his breathing grew faint. Whether he lived or died was uncertain.
No one knew that Lin Yan had deliberately chosen this latrine as Tang San's landing spot. He had never intended to take Tang San's life. He had only done this to test a question that had lingered in his heart for a long time.
Lin Yan didn't look at Tang San or the others. Instead, he raised his head and stared straight at a certain spot in the sky.
In the Divine Realm, inside the Asura God Temple, the Asura God withdrew his gaze. If he hadn't issued a warning just now, the successor he'd painstakingly chosen would already be dead.
When the Asura God looked down at Douluo Continent again, he happened to meet Lin Yan's sharp gaze, which was fixed on the sky. Without warning or pause, one above and one below, god and mortal—two gazes suddenly collided in the void.
The Asura God froze.
Several seconds passed before he slowly came back to himself. He stared hard at Lin Yan, the genius who had appeared from nowhere. Soon, he saw Lin Yan look away, as if he'd never met the god's gaze at all and had merely been casually looking up at the sky.
"Was that an illusion?" the Asura God murmured, watching Lin Yan's back. In the end, he paid no more attention to Lin Yan, an insignificant ant, and turned his gaze back to his successor.
Seeing Tang San, covered in shit, hauled out by Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming, he immediately looked away and muttered, "This successor is disgusting!"
Lin Yan lowered his gaze from the sky and walked straight up to Dugu Yan. "Student Dugu Yan, I'd like to meet your grandfather, Dugu Bo."
Dugu Yan: "?"
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