The All-Round Master

Yu Zhi had always assumed that the people causing trouble for Wang Wen were merely petty thugs hired by her own suitors.

She had believed the so-called "manhunt" was nothing more than an exaggerated figure of speech.

She once thought she had helped Wang Wen resolve this trouble.

Because her suitor had readily agreed to her demand: stop here, and stop bothering him.

Yet, only at this very moment did she realize the kind of figures Wang Wen was dealing with now.

Tiansheng Group?

Those were people as vast as the heavens!

How could Wang Wen have provoked such terrifying enemies?

Heaven, please open your eyes; he is just a poor student! Do not cast such a great trial upon him!

Hiding in the cafeteria and watching the hellish scene outside through the glass window, Yu Zhi clutched her heart with both hands, praying for the boy whose face was covered in exhaustion and blood.

The next second, she was astonished to find that her prayers had worked!

The boy, who was swaying and looked as if he could collapse at any moment.

Faced with a sudden attack from the villain, he actually pulled out a gun!

The villain was so strong.

So many consecutive shots couldn't kill him!

But her boy was even stronger.

If bullets couldn't kill him, then use fists!

Good heavens! Were those fluid, concise, and powerful movements meant to make her swoon?

Yu Zhi's gaze followed Wang Wen's figure, the infatuation and admiration in her eyes so thick it was about to overflow.

Seeing Wang Wen take out the ambushing villain in one breath, she covered her mouth in surprise and delight.

Seeing Wang Wen confidently toy with the worst villain in the palm of his hand and turn defeat into victory, she couldn't help but cheer with exhilaration.

She had never imagined that a mere student could be this handsome.

Since she was old enough to understand, everyone she had encountered were clumsy, foolish idiots who couldn't even speak properly when meeting a girl.

How could there be a boy who could save the world like a grown man?

How could his expression be so calm? How could his movements be so dashing? How could his body be so powerful?

When she saw Wang Wen finally descend like a god, looking down from above and sinking the enemy into the ground with a single glare.

Yu Zhi let out a scream, her body sliding limply to the floor as she clung to the window sill.

From this moment on, no one else could fit into her field of vision; it was entirely filled with the figure of Wang Wen.

Nearby male students saw Yu Zhi's state and felt both jealous and envious, but in all fairness, if they were asked to trade places with the boy named Wang Min, they wouldn't dare.

Forget jealousy and envy; they would just drop dead on the spot.

Better to just let it go; beautiful girls were meant for princes, and losers like them should just honestly stick to fawning over ordinary female classmates.

Inside the arena.

Wang Wen had no idea he had been the subject of a remote wave of love and hate.

He only knew that his eyes could no longer see.

The final strike that smashed Shen Rushuang into the ground had also caused his vision to go blind.

His body was still not strong enough.

He had used too much force.

This was a terrible situation.

Blind, he could not see his opponents.

He didn't even dare to make it too obvious.

Because there were countless Mirror members nearby, watching him like tigers eyeing their prey.

If they found out he was blind, they would surely swarm him to beat a drowning dog.

Therefore.

Wang Wen stood quietly in place.

Quietly "watching" the collapsed pit, where the dying Shen Rushuang struggled to pull out a pill and shove it into his mouth.

Shen Rushuang was internally on the verge of a breakdown.

He, a dignified top-tier expert of the four-hundredth floor, had come with the intention of trying his best not to make a move, fearing he wouldn't be able to control the scale of the destruction.

As it turned out, he really hadn't made many moves.

Because from beginning to end, he had been chased and beaten, nearly beaten to death!

At this moment, the person who had nearly beaten him to death was still standing there quietly, deliberately waiting for him to take medicine and heal his wounds.

He didn't put a four-hundredth-floor tower climber in his eyes at all!

Is this a student?

This is a monster, isn't it!!

Shen Rushuang was both shocked and furious. Once his body recovered slightly after taking the medicine, he hurriedly crawled out of the crater and cautiously retreated.

Wang Wen's ears twitched.

He felt a deep sense of foreboding in his heart.

As expected of the Tiansheng Mirror head steward, he hadn't even died after taking so many attacks!

He was truly too difficult to deal with!

He carefully took out a bullet and loaded it into the gun.

His movements were very slow and meticulous.

Because one careless slip could cause the bullet to drop to the ground.

That would blow his cover...

Yet, these slow movements appeared as terrifying as the Grim Reaper wiping the blade of his scythe in the eyes of Shen Rushuang.

He clearly remembered that the opponent's reloading speed had been very fast.

The opening sequence of that previous attack had been a seamless flow of reloading, raising the gun, and pulling the trigger.

Why was he pressing the bullets in so slowly now?

Was he rusty?

Don't be ridiculous!

This must be the calm before the storm, a buildup of killing intent just waiting to erupt into a heaven-shaking, thunderous strike!!

Shen Rushuang was afraid.

He decided to retreat temporarily, wait until he had healed his wounds, regroup, and make full preparations before coming back for revenge!

But the current problem was...

He secretly sized up the surrounding environment, thinking about potential escape routes that might succeed.

Upon this inspection, his heart grew even colder.

He saw a group of people flying down from the academy walls.

Five people.

Tall in stature, their footsteps swift.

All of them were masked and dressed in black.

One of them, wielding a nearly two-meter-long spear, shouted while running: "Wang Wen! We are here to assist you!"

"He has helpers too?"

"He has helpers too, damn it!"

Shen Rushuang almost cried out.

Before he could cover his mouth, another person leaped out from a different section of the wall.

Cheng Queyi!

What was she here for?

Shen Rushuang didn't know, but when he saw the steel needles Cheng Queyi flung toward him, his brain immediately crashed.

He would never forget how he had been tortured to the brink of death by these steel needles!

And the intelligence reports indicated that Cheng Queyi was also a master of mechanism arts!

Two masters of mechanism arts!

He truly might not be able to leave today!

Shen Rushuang was genuinely terrified. He could no longer hold back and let out a series of sharp whistles toward the Mirrors besieging the guards.

The Mirrors, who were in the midst of a fierce battle, were all stunned.

They understood the head steward's secret signal; such a sharp whistle had only one meaning: "Protect me, retreat!"

The Mirrors looked back and saw that the head steward was indeed severely injured, covered in blood, his face ashen, looking as if his time was up.

No need to say more.

Retreat it was.

They looked with regret at the guard protection circle that was on the verge of being broken.

Backflipping and somersaulting, they gathered around Shen Rushuang in the blink of an eye.

Then, someone pulled out a strangely shaped water orb and tossed it into the air.

The water sphere burst, scattering ripples in every direction.

Shen Rushuang, along with all the Mirror, slowly vanished into those ripples.

Even as he departed, Shen Rushuang kept his gaze locked on Wang Wen, fearing that he might strike to keep his group from leaving.

That was close, Shen Rushuang thought. It seems he hasn't seen this prop before and doesn't know it's for escaping. I succeeded, oh yeah!

The enemy vanished.

The five-person group that had rushed over stood there, stunned.

They didn't know whether to pursue, stay put, or return to the Guard Department.

Cheng Queyi, however, shared a unique intuition; she was the first to dash toward Wang Wen. Seeing him prepare to raise his gun, she hurriedly shouted, "Senior, it's me!"

Wang Wen frowned. "Xiao Yi? Why are you here? It's dangerous, leave quickly!"

Cheng Queyi gently supported his arm and patted his knuckles, which had turned pale from gripping the gun. Feeling the tremors in his body caused by his forced restraint and tension, she said to him, full of heartache, "Senior, it's over. You've driven all the enemies away."

As she spoke, seeing the blood at the corners of Wang Wen's eyes and his vacant gaze, she finally couldn't hold back her tears and pulled his head tightly into her embrace.

Inside the cafeteria not far away, numerous male students witnessed this scene.

A chorus of wails erupted.

Why?

Why must there be such a monster in the academy?

He can fight, and he can woo girls.

Don't call yourself the All-Round Tower King anymore; just call yourself the Full-Time Expert!