All-Round Tower King

Yu Zhi had always thought that the people giving Wang Wen trouble were just a few thugs hired by one of her suitors.

And the so-called pursuit was just an exaggerated figure of speech.

For a while, she had believed she'd helped Wang Wen resolve the problem.

Her suitor had promised her over and over that he'd drop it and leave Wang Wen alone.

But only now did she understand the kind of people Wang Wen was dealing with.

Tiansheng Group?

They really were as big as the heavens!

How had Wang Wen managed to provoke such a terrifying enemy?

Dear heavens, he was just a poor student! Don't put him through such a huge ordeal!

Hiding in the cafeteria, watching the hellish scene outside through the glass, Yu Zhi clasped her hands to her chest and prayed for the bloodied boy, whose face was drawn with exhaustion.

The next second, to her astonishment, she realized her prayers had worked!

The boy swayed as though he could collapse at any moment.

When the bad guys suddenly attacked, he actually pulled out a gun!

The bad guys were so tough.

They'd taken so many bullets and still wouldn't go down!

But her boy was tougher.

If bullets wouldn't do the job, he'd use his fists!

Dear heavens! Were those smooth, crisp, powerful moves meant to drive her crazy?

Yu Zhi's gaze followed Wang Wen as he moved, adoration and infatuation overflowing in her eyes.

When she saw Wang Wen take out the attackers who'd ambushed him in one go, she covered her mouth in delighted shock.

When she saw him calmly toy with the worst of the bad guys, turning the tables and winning against the odds, she couldn't help cheering.

She'd never imagined a mere student could be this cool.

Ever since she was old enough to know better, she'd been surrounded by hopeless idiots who were so stupid they couldn't even talk properly around girls.

How could a boy save the world like a grown man?

How could his expression be so calm? His movements so carefree? His body so strong?

When she saw Wang Wen, like a god descending from the heavens, look down at his enemy and glare him straight into the ground, Yu Zhi let out a shriek. Clutching the windowsill, she slid weakly to the floor.

From that moment on, there was no room in her gaze for anyone else. All she could see was Wang Wen.

The nearby male students were jealous and envious when they saw Yu Zhi's expression. But honestly, if they had to trade places with that boy named Wang Min, they wouldn't dare.

Forget being jealous or envious—they'd be dead.

Never mind. Pretty girls were meant for princes. The rest of them, a bunch of hopeless idiots, should just stick to fawning over ordinary girls.

In the courtyard.

Wang Wen had no idea he'd just become the focus of a whole drama of love and hate from afar.

All he knew was that he couldn't see anymore.

That final blow, which had smashed Shen Rushuang into the ground, had also blinded him.

His body still wasn't strong enough.

He'd overdone it.

This was a very bad situation.

Blind, he couldn't see his opponent.

He didn't even dare make it too obvious.

There were still countless Mirror members nearby, watching him like a pack of wolves.

If they found out he was blind, they'd swarm him and kick him while he was down.

So.

Wang Wen stood quietly in place.

Quietly "watching" as Shen Rushuang, on the verge of death in the sunken pit, struggled to take out a pill and swallow it.

Shen Rushuang was practically on the verge of a breakdown.

He was the mighty master of the 400th floor. He'd come here intending to hold back and avoid taking action as much as possible, lest things get out of hand.

And he really hadn't done much.

Because he'd been chased and beaten from start to finish, and nearly beaten to death!

Now, the person who'd nearly killed him was standing there quietly, deliberately waiting for him to take his medicine and recover.

He didn't take a 400th-floor Tower Climber seriously at all!

Was this a student?

What the hell was he, a monster?!

Shen Rushuang was shocked and furious. After the medicine had helped him recover a little, he hurriedly climbed out of the pit and cautiously retreated.

Wang Wen's ears twitched.

He felt a sinking dread.

As expected of Tiansheng's chief steward at Mirror—he'd taken that many hits and still wasn't dead!

He was way too difficult to deal with!

Wang Wen carefully took out bullets and loaded them into the gun.

His movements were slow and meticulous.

One careless slip and he might drop a bullet on the ground.

Then he'd be found out...

But in Shen Rushuang's eyes, those slow movements looked as terrifying as Death sharpening his scythe.

He clearly remembered that his opponent had loaded the gun quickly.

The opening move of that earlier attack had been a seamless motion: loading, raising the gun, and pulling the trigger.

Why was he taking his time with the bullets now?

Was he rusty?

Oh, give him a break!

This was the calm before the storm. He was building up his killing intent, waiting to unleash a thunderous, devastating strike!!

Shen Rushuang was scared.

He decided to retreat for now, heal up, and come back for revenge once he'd regrouped and made proper preparations!

But for the moment, the problem was...

He furtively surveyed his surroundings, thinking over possible escape routes.

What he saw made his heart turn even colder.

A group of people dropped down from atop the Academy's wall.

Five of them.

They were tall and quick on their feet.

All wore black clothes and masks.

One of them waved a spear nearly two meters long as he ran, shouting, "Wang Wen! We're here to help!"

He had backup?

He had backup?!

Shen Rushuang nearly burst into tears.

Before he could cover his mouth, another person sprang over the wall from a different spot.

Cheng Queyi!

What was she doing here?

Shen Rushuang didn't know. But the moment he saw Cheng Queyi flick steel needles at him, his mind went blank.

He would never forget how those steel needles had tortured him until he'd been on the verge of ecstasy and agony!

And according to the intelligence, Cheng Queyi was a master of Mechanism Art, too!

Two masters of Mechanism Art!

He probably wasn't getting away today!

Shen Rushuang was truly scared. He could no longer keep it together, and let out a series of sharp whistles at the Mirror members fighting the guards.

The Mirror members, locked in a fierce battle, all paused in confusion.

They understood the chief steward's signals. A sharp, rapid whistle meant only one thing: "Protect me. Retreat!"

The Mirror members turned around and saw that the chief steward really was badly wounded, covered in blood, his face ashen, looking on the brink of death.

No need to say more.

Time to retreat.

They glanced regretfully at the guards' protective formation, which they were on the verge of breaking through.

They leaped back, somersaulted through the air, and gathered beside Shen Rushuang in the blink of an eye.

Then someone pulled out a strangely shaped ball of water and tossed it into the air.

The ball burst, scattering ripples.

Shen Rushuang and all the Mirror members slowly vanished into the ripples.

Even as he was leaving, Shen Rushuang kept his eyes fixed on Wang Wen, afraid he'd attack and keep them all there.

Thank goodness, Shen Rushuang thought. Looks like he's never seen this kind of item before. He doesn't know it's for escaping. I made it! Hooray!

The enemies disappeared.

The five people who'd rushed over were at a loss.

They didn't know whether to chase them, stay put, or head back to the Guard Department.

But Cheng Queyi seemed to share a special bond with Wang Wen. She was the first to rush over. When she saw him preparing to raise his gun, she hurriedly called out, "It's me, senior!"

Wang Wen frowned. "Xiao Yi? What are you doing here? It's dangerous. Hurry, get out of here!"

Cheng Queyi gently held his arm and patted the knuckles, pale from gripping the gun so tightly. Feeling his body tremble from the effort of suppressing his nerves, she spoke with heartache. "Senior, it's over. You drove them all away."

As she spoke, she saw the blood at the corners of Wang Wen's eyes and his unfocused gaze. At last, she couldn't hold back her tears. She pulled his head tightly against her chest.

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

They all groaned in despair.

Why?

Why did the Academy have to have a freak like him?

He could fight and win girls over.

Don't call yourself the All-Round Tower King. Call yourself the Master of All Trades!