Rejecting Qian Renxue, Lin Chuan, the Three-Second True Man!

Facing Xue Qinghe's invitation, the air in the lounge seemed to freeze.

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on that lazy figure.

Flender frantically signaled from the side:

Say yes! He's the Crown Prince!

The academy's funding problem will be solved!

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back.

His face was stiff, and his eyes revealed thick jealousy and displeasure.

He sneered inwardly: Lin Chuan, this is the heir to the Heaven Dou Empire.

If you dare refuse, you'll be an ungrateful fool cutting yourself off from your own future.

But if you agree, you'll merely be a sycophant currying favor with the powerful. I, Yu Xiaogang, will look down on you even more.

Lin Chuan said indifferently:

"I'm busy."

"I appreciate Your Highness's kind invitation."

His words were brief and forceful.

The entire room fell deathly silent.

Flender nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yu Feng and Osler widened their eyes as if they were looking at a madman.

Even Qian Renxue's perfect fake smile stiffened for a moment.

However, the Shrek Seven Devils reacted completely differently.

Tang San suddenly raised his head. Looking at Lin Chuan's unconcerned profile, he felt a warm current well up inside him.

He understood his big brother too well.

Big brother is doing this so he can continue teaching us!

That's why he's deliberately acting so distant.

Big brother will always stand in front of us!

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his eyes filled with admiration.

Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes shifted.

Looking at the man who dared to put on airs in front of the Crown Prince, she thought to herself:

This is the bearing of a true strong person. He's ten thousand times better than those who bow and scrape the moment they see the powerful!

Just then.

Yu Feng of the Imperial Fighting Team, hoping to show off in front of the Crown Prince, immediately jumped out and pointed at Lin Chuan as he shouted:

"Lin Chuan! How dare you speak to His Highness like that?"

"This is gross disrespect! His Highness is seeking out worthy talents, and you actually..."

Lin Chuan did not even glance at Yu Feng. He merely lifted his eyelids slightly.

A chill instantly locked onto Yu Feng.

The rest of his words caught hard in his throat.

Then Lin Chuan looked at Qian Renxue and said:

"Your Highness, my students just finished fighting. Their minds are still unsettled, so I have to take them back and review the battle with them."

"As for a dinner invitation, I have another flaw. I can't get used to banquets where everyone is wearing a mask."

Wearing a mask.

The moment those four words left his mouth, Qian Renxue's heart suddenly skipped a beat!

Her pupils contracted as she stared fixedly into Lin Chuan's eyes.

A coincidence? Or did he really see through me?

Cold sweat instantly broke out across Qian Renxue's back.

The fear of being seen through made her immediately cast aside all her contempt.

"Hehe, Mr. Lin Chuan, you're truly humorous."

Qian Renxue forcibly suppressed the storm raging in her heart.

With a dry laugh, she quickly gave herself an easy way out:

"Since you have teaching duties, then Qinghe was being presumptuous."

"A famous teacher produces outstanding students. No wonder the Shrek Seven Devils are so exceptional."

Just then, an unwilling voice broke the stalemate.

"Teacher Lin, is it?"

Yu Tianheng clutched his chest.

With the support of the others, he forced himself to stand.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness and stubbornness:

"Just now, Tang San said that if you entered the arena, we wouldn't last a minute! I don't believe it!"

"Our Imperial Fighting Team may have lost because of tactics, but we absolutely couldn't have lost so cheaply!"

"You're strong, but I don't believe the seven of us couldn't even withstand one minute!"

The other members of the Imperial Fighting Team also glared angrily.

This was the pride of geniuses. They could lose, but they could not be humiliated like this.

Lin Chuan sighed and finally stood up.

He slowly walked over to Yu Tianheng.

"Little San was indeed mistaken," Lin Chuan said indifferently.

Yu Tianheng let out a cold laugh. "You also think he exaggerated?"

Yu Xiaogang secretly reveled in it from the side, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking arc:

Let's see how you explain your way out of this!

Now you're stuck between a rock and a hard place!

Defeat seven top geniuses in one minute?

That's simply a fool's dream!

Lin Chuan held up three fingers, his tone so calm it was maddening:

"Not one minute."

"Three seconds."

"You!!"

Yu Tianheng flew into a rage, thunderclaps surging across his body once more. "Arrogant beyond belief!!"

Tang San was even more excited, his eyes shining: Could big brother be about to make a move?

Xiao Wu excitedly waved her fist:

"Big Brother Lin Chuan is going to show off again... I mean, show his strength again!"

"Don't believe me?"

The corners of Lin Chuan's mouth curved into a teasing smile.

He did not use Martial Soul Possession. He did not even manifest his soul rings.

A terrifying spiritual pressure mixed with an incomparably sharp Sword Intent descended upon the seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team with a boom!

This was the accumulation of spiritual attributes Lin Chuan had received from the system over the years.

Combined with the Sword Intent nurtured by his Clear Sky Divine Sword, it was overwhelming.

In that instant.

Yu Tianheng felt as if he had become an ant, facing a world-destroying divine sword hanging over his head!

Dugu Yan felt as if the Jade Phosphor Snake Venom inside her had encountered its natural enemy.

The Black Tortoise shells the Shi Brothers were so proud of instantly filled with cracks on a spiritual level, as if they would shatter the next second!

One second.

The seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team went deathly pale. Their knees buckled, and the bones throughout their bodies creaked.

Two seconds.

Apart from Yu Tianheng, who was still stubbornly holding on with the pride of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, everyone else was drenched in cold sweat.

Three seconds.

Lin Chuan withdrew his aura.

"Thud!"

Yu Tianheng finally could not hold on and dropped to one knee.

He gasped for breath, sweat pouring down his face, his eyes filled with unconcealed terror.

For a moment just now, he seemed to have been drawn into a world filled with vicious swords, where he had truly seen death.

There had been no flashy soul skills, only pure suppression at the level of cultivation!

The entire arena was silent.

Tang San's eyes were filled with stars:

"This is big brother's Sword Momentum! Subduing the enemy without fighting!"

Oscar's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg:

"That was way too awesome! You're my idol from now on!"

Brilliant light shimmered in Zhu Zhuqing's cool eyes.

Looking at that calm and composed back, her desire to grow stronger intensified.

As for Yu Xiaogang, his mouth was hanging open at this moment.

He looked like a duck being strangled by the neck.

His air of a worldly expert had completely collapsed.

How is this possible?

He had always thought that Lin Chuan merely had slightly higher Soul Power.

But this kind of spiritual pressure...

A Soul King?

No, even a Soul Emperor might not have this kind of oppressive force!

Watching the entire arena's awe toward Lin Chuan, Yu Xiaogang felt his cheeks burn as if someone had viciously slapped him.

Lin Chuan patted Yu Tianheng's trembling shoulder and said quietly:

"Your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon has fierce thunderclaps, but it lacks the majesty of a dragon."

"Don't end up ruined like certain people who only know how to talk on paper."

Those words pierced Yu Xiaogang's heart like another sharp sword!

After saying that, Lin Chuan straightened up and looked at Qian Renxue, who was already staring blankly.

He smiled faintly:

"Your Highness, if you want to find me next time, remember to bring some good wine."

Then he waved his hand:

"Let's go, Little Monsters. Time to sleep."

He left behind only a dashing silhouette and a floor littered with dropped jaws.

After leaving the Soul Fighting Arena, the Shrek group walked along the road back to the hotel.

The atmosphere was incredibly lively.

Ma Hongjun was still imitating the look Lin Chuan had given earlier:

"That was so cool! A Three-Second True Man, Teacher Lin!"

"I want to learn that move too. Wouldn't it make picking up girls invincible?"

At that moment, Qin Ming caught up with them.