Brace Yourselves, Everyone, This Chapter is "Ugh."

Such elegance, truly such elegance, that it left Long Aotian feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Why, are you unwilling?"

Watching Long Aotian daze, she felt a bit puzzled. Could it be that her posture was wrong?

"No, no, it's just that I'm not used to you being like this all of a sudden."

Sakayanagi Arisu's lips curled upward, sketching a gentle smile, yet she uttered not a single word, simply standing there quietly.

"Uh... how about you sit down first?" Long Aotian said, feeling a bit awkward watching her stand. "Then we can talk about how to beat up Ryuen."

As Long Aotian's suggestion drifted softly into her ears, a subtle smile flickered across Sakayanagi Arisu's face.

She lifted her skirt slightly with both hands and sat down with a perfect arc, her movements revealing an effortless nobility and composure.

Once seated, Sakayanagi Arisu's posture was dignified and elegant; she crossed her legs gently and looked toward Long Aotian.

You are so elegant that it makes me feel ungentlemanly or impolite.

Sakayanagi Arisu's gaze rested on Long Aotian's face, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly as if a smile were swirling in the depths of her eyes. Yet, she restrained it, letting that curiosity flow out in a tone of perplexity: "Do you have any plans?"

"I do. First, I'll go to a place without surveillance, then let Ryuen know that I was the one who swindled his points back then, and finally, let him take the initiative to bring his lackeys to surround me."

Sakayanagi Arisu gently smoothed the hair falling over her shoulder, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said slowly in a tone both elegant and slightly playful: "The method is actually quite simple. I only need to tell him that you were the one who cleverly 'borrowed' his points. That way, his fury will naturally shift onto you, won't it?"

Long Aotian shook his head gently and said: "First of all, that method won't work, because given Ryuen's personality and the nature of class struggles, he won't trust it. At most, he'll just be suspicious and hire someone to investigate me."

"We need to let Ryuen know about this, but it can't be us who tells him."

"Then we have no choice but to bribe someone from Class C to act as a spy and tell Ryuen; that way, it will be much more credible."

"That works."

Sakayanagi Arisu nodded and said softly.

"Wait, no! This is still just habitually relying on schemes." Long Aotian's mind twitched, feeling as if he were being a bit foolish, and he continued: "Sometimes Ryuen would go to a place without surveillance anyway; wouldn't it be over if I just charged in? Why go through all this trouble?"

Note: During this period, Ryuen basically goes to the KTV. Based on the authenticity of the incident where Ryuen framed Sato, and the fact that the three members of the Class C trio were more severely injured because they were beaten in the KTV at that time, it can be proven that there is no surveillance inside the KTV.

"...Can you beat that many people by yourself?"

Sakayanagi Arisu frowned slightly, her eyes filled with a trace of confusion and doubt.

She felt that although he had performed quite brilliantly in the club, that was their home base. For him to charge into their home base alone and say, "You have been surrounded by me," wasn't that a bit ridiculous?

"It's fine, they can't beat me."

Just kidding—with his cheat, he was already at a level that could be described as superhuman in this world (for instance, a Superman in this world would be a dimensional strike).

Sakayanagi Arisu stared at Long Aotian's confident face, and after a moment of silence, she said: "Since you are so certain, then we shall proceed as you say."

The subsequent matters were simple: have Sakayanagi Arisu send people to tail Ryuen to make it easier to find an opportunity later, while Long Aotian had to make a trip to the hospital.

The opportunity came quickly~

Standing at the entrance of the KTV were Long Aotian, Sakayanagi Arisu, and Kamuro Masumi.

"I'll go in later; you two remember to hold the door or jam it with something."

"Then, when I call you, you come in."

Kamuro wore a playful smile, the corners of her mouth lifted, and her eyes flashed with teasing light. She waved her hand and said in a joking tone: "Are you really asking us to block the door? If you do that, when you get beaten up later, you'll be trapped inside and won't be able to fly away even with wings."

Ignoring Kamuro—he was going to get beaten up sooner or later—he looked at the cane in Sakayanagi Arisu's hand. He hadn't expected her to still be using it, though compared to before, it was now dispensable.

As if noticing his gaze, Sakayanagi Arisu smiled slightly and said softly: "Be careful."

"Yeah, I'm off."

After speaking, Long Aotian turned his head, gently raised his hand, touched the door with his fingertips, twisted it open, walked in, and then closed it softly.

Inside, Long Aotian glanced around.

Ryuen, Ibuki, Yamada.

Huh... why are there only three people?

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The three looked at each other, brows furrowed, their eyes filled with confusion as they cast their gazes in unison toward Long Aotian.

"Um, hello there. I am Long Aotian from Class A. Sakayanagi Arisu asked me to come find you for a collaboration." Long Aotian slowly approached Ryuen, who was on the sofa.

"Oh?" A subtle smile flickered across Ryuen's face, his lips curling upward as he continued: "Last time it was you lot who made me lose quite a few points, and now you've come to me seeking a collaboration?"

"This is truly interesting." As he spoke, he slowly stood up; after all, Long Aotian currently had a sense of looking down on him.

Long Aotian, having approached Ryuen, slowly lowered his head.

Behind him, Yamada followed closely, and Ibuki also circled around, the three forming a triangular encirclement.

"So, you say..."

Before the words had even finished, Long Aotian's eyes suddenly sharpened, his fist clenched tight, as if gathering Thousand Jun of force, and he swung a punch violently toward Ryuen.

A flash of astonishment crossed Ryuen's face, but he had no time to react.

Long Aotian's figure blurred, agile as a cheetah. Using the recoil from his punch, he bypassed Ryuen, who was sprawled on the sofa, skillfully avoiding the encirclement and successfully breaking through.

How unsportsmanlike!

In truth, Long Aotian could have started the fight head-on, but he felt a sneak attack was far more satisfying. Why else do you think I opened the door so gently?

Don't think of me as shameless. In the anime, when Ryuen was getting beaten up, he still said, "I'll be watching you at all times, like when you go to the bathroom or sneak up from behind."

Ibuki and Yamada were still lost in their own thoughts, never expecting the situation to turn so abruptly.

By the time the two recovered from the sudden shock, Yamada's eyes were filled with anxiety and concern.

He quickly stepped forward, his hands firmly supporting Ryuen's slightly staggering frame.

Long Aotian naturally wouldn't let it go that easily. As he broke through, he snatched a glass from the table, a flash of determination in his eyes, and lunged at Ryuen.

Seeing this, Ibuki flashed forward, quickly blocking Long Aotian's path. She raised her hands slightly, her eyes full of vigilance and resolve, like an unshakeable barrier.

Seeing her move to block, Long Aotian made a motion as if to smash the glass.

Just as the glass in Long Aotian's hand was about to touch Ibuki, her pupils constricted. With a flash of alertness and agility, she moved to dodge.

However, what awaited her was a knife-hand strike from Long Aotian's left, knocking her unconscious.

PS: I've kept this part relatively simple; I didn't dare write it too violently, lest those who like Ibuki say Long Aotian is a bit too ruthless.

If you don't believe me, I'll show you what I originally wrote.

However, what awaited her was a swift, low kick to the abdomen, sending her flying. Accompanied by a scream, the scene instantly became heart-stopping.

Ryuen had been helped up by Yamada, but he felt a bit dizzy because Long Aotian had struck his head directly. He had pulled his punch, though, otherwise, he would have given him a concussion.

Note: Do not imitate this in real life. After all, a single punch costs hundreds of thousands in medical bills. Of course, if you're in a real fight—not just a scuffle, but a life-or-death situation—just aim for the temple.

Yamada slowly approached, but it was too late; Ibuki had already fainted.

Yamada clenched his fists into a fighting stance, and as Long Aotian entered his range, he threw a left hook.

Regarding Yamada's physical prowess, Long Aotian responded with a punch of his own.

When their fists collided, the air seemed to tremble. Immediately following, a sickening "crack"—as clear as a snapping branch—echoed through the room.

Note: Do not imitate this in real life. Force is reciprocal, meaning the damage is the same for both parties when you collide.

But it's different for Long Aotian; it was like a child's fist hitting an adult's (cheats are truly useful; everyone who uses them says so).

Under the force of this violent impact, a wave of indescribable agony surged through Yamada's left arm, as if the entire limb no longer belonged to him, torn apart by an invisible force.

He gritted his teeth, his lips turning pale from the effort of enduring the pain. Beads of sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, his eyes narrowed, and his brows furrowed into a mountain. Even so, he didn't let out a single groan, silently bearing it all with a face twisted in agony.

A real man!

But what followed was a kick. Long Aotian turned his body, his left foot lunging five centimeters ahead of his right, and his right foot lashed out. This movement of the left foot provided leverage for the right leg and increased the reach.

Note: You can refer to Bruce Lee. Anyway, this move is quite vicious. If you train your legs a bit, you really can kick people flying. It's just that one kick costs over a hundred thousand.

A flash of astonishment crossed Yamada's eyes, immediately replaced by pain and fear.

As the heavy kick landed, Yamada's body flew backward uncontrollably, like a leaf caught in a gale.

With a loud "bang," he slammed heavily into the wall, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

Only Ryuen remained, though he was still a bit dazed. By the time he recovered, his two subordinates were already out of the fight.

Long Aotian didn't care; he threw the glass from his right hand at him.

"Tsk!" Ryuen blocked it with his hand, but the price was an immediate, angry red welt.

Ibuki knew to dodge, yet you blocked it with your hand? Impressive, truly impressive.

Ryuen stared at Long Aotian with fierce eyes, burning with rage: "I will keep watching you!"

He then bent down, one hand quickly reaching for the floor, and grabbed a sharp shard of glass.

Leaning forward, his legs pushing off the ground like a beast ready to pounce, he roared as he charged at Long Aotian: "You! Go! To! Hell!"

Long Aotian stepped back, grabbed a plastic stool, and flung it, knocking the glass from his hand.

Long Aotian might have forgotten that he wouldn't have been hurt even if he had taken the hit head-on.

Note: If you're in a fight and the other person has something like a glass shard or a knife, unless your weapon is longer or you have an advantage, just run! After all, no matter how high your martial arts, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife.

After knocking the glass from his hand, Long Aotian directly...

I won't write it; the scene is too bloody.

When Sakayanagi Arisu and Kamuro walked in, they were stunned!

One was more miserable than the other, especially Ryuen...

"You can come over and kick him a few times."

Long Aotian turned his head and said to Sakayanagi Arisu.

He shook the blood from his hand, then looked at Kamuro with a faint smile and said, "Help me to the hospital in a moment."

Rip!

Kamuro was terrified; he was truly horrifying.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you."

Kamuro, who had been dazed just a moment ago, nodded obediently and replied.

Sakayanagi Arisu delivered a few swift and powerful kicks, then came to an abrupt halt, as if the entire display were merely a casual diversion.

There was not a ripple of emotion on her face; her eyes were as calm as still water, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played at the corners of her lips, as if mocking the idea that such a trivial interlude could ever shake her composure.

Her brows arched slightly, carrying a hint of disdain and contempt, while her eyes shimmered with the light of intellect, as if she had already seen through everything.

After stopping, she lightly brushed the dust from her hands with an elegant and composed grace, as if everything that had just transpired were nothing more than the most mundane of daily routines.

Her calmness stood in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere surrounding her, leaving one unable to help but feel a sense of awe toward her.

The matter soon came to an end; Kamuro helped Long Aotian to the hospital, and Sakayanagi Arisu departed, satisfied.