Four Against One? One Against Four!

As soon as Li Qingshan finished speaking, the scene fell silent.

After several seconds of stunned silence, the second-year martial arts students watching finally came to their senses and began shouting in protest.

"Together? Has Li Qingshan gone crazy?"

"A first-year freshman actually wants to take on four people alone? Who does he think he is?"

"I bet his classmates downstairs praised him until his head swelled. Does he really think being the top freshman makes him invincible?"

Yang Peng and the three behind him all wore grim expressions.

Li Qingshan's actions clearly showed that he looked down on them.

A freshman who had only entered the martial arts class two months ago actually looked down on them?

Why?

"Li Qingshan, we only came here to compete for the individual training room. We had no intention of targeting you."

"But since you're so arrogant, don't blame us for showing no mercy."

Yang Peng flexed his fingers, producing a series of cracking sounds.

The other three also shifted their feet and moved to surround Li Qingshan.

"Wait!"

Teacher Li frowned and called them to a halt, staring at Yang Peng and the others.

"One against four isn't appropriate. Let's do it as planned. Pick one of you to fight Li Qingshan one-on-one."

Yang Peng frowned, displeased.

"Teacher, we weren't the ones asking for four against one!"

"Hehe, it's nothing. I think it's quite good."

Wan Keshan waved a hand to interrupt him, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"Since Li Qingshan asked for it himself, let them do as they please!"

Yang Peng and the others were somewhat surprised, but they still thanked him politely.

"Thank you, Teacher Wan!"

Standing behind them, Teacher Li raised a hand to his forehead, his face full of exasperation.

These four students had truly trained their muscles into their brains. Hadn't he been saying "one against four" all along?

When had he ever been worried about breaking the rules?

He was worried that after his four students joined forces, they would get beaten into depression!

Holding the Thunder-Pattern Blade, Li Qingshan frowned at the four empty-handed opponents and asked curiously,

"You aren't using weapons?"

"A blade isn't as handy as fists."

Yang Peng clenched his right fist, lowered into a horse stance, and bent forward, ready to strike.

"Of course, use your blade. We won't mind."

Looking at the black longsword in Li Qingshan's hand, all four of them showed faint traces of mockery in their eyes.

The first and second years of the martial arts class focused mainly on Body Tempering. To compete for the training rooms, they had poured all their energy into Body Tempering.

Without martial techniques at the proficient level or above, weapons would only become a hindrance.

Only freshmen like Li Qingshan would think holding a blade made them feel safer, wouldn't they?

As the other three thought this, they took up positions in the remaining directions, boxing Li Qingshan in.

Surrounded by four people, Li Qingshan was like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

The atmosphere gradually grew heavy, and the students outside the door unconsciously held their breath.

Just then,

Clang!

The blade was drawn from its sheath.

The longsword's ringing seemed like a signal, and Yang Peng's group of four moved.

More than ten meters of distance vanished in three steps.

Fists and palms alike, four attacks arrived before Li Qingshan almost simultaneously.

Li Qingshan's right hand, gripping the hilt, had already risen.

Is he planning to use me as the first target?

Yang Peng, facing him head-on, slowed slightly. He had no intention of testing the blade with his own body.

If he could block it, he would block it. If not, he would retreat.

The other three were still attacking. No matter what Li Qingshan did, he could not evade them all.

Just as he hesitated,

The longsword left Li Qingshan's hand and flew to the side.

"Li Qingshan threw away his blade?!"

Yang Peng froze briefly, then discovered that Li Qingshan had vanished from in front of him.

What was going on?

"Behind you!"

A cry rang out. Before Yang Peng could react, intense pain erupted simultaneously across his back and limbs.

Attack after attack came like a raging storm, relentless and unending.

He lasted less than two seconds before his burly body crashed to the floor.

"As expected, the sheath is more convenient for this kind of fight."

Li Qingshan stood behind Yang Peng, twirling the scabbard in his right hand in a flourish.

The Thunder-Pattern Blade was too sharp. Using it here would only make him hold back.

"Together!"

The remaining three roared, forcibly suppressing the shock in their hearts.

At this moment, the most important thing was to take Li Qingshan down first.

All three stood within two meters in front of him. Their attacks arrived in the blink of an eye, leaving seemingly nowhere to dodge.

But after the special training in the Martial Arts Space last night,

Compared with the Body Tempering Fifth Stage and the perfectly coordinated one-man, three-beast team, these three were far inferior.

Li Qingshan stepped with his right foot and twisted his waist and hips, evading their encirclement with uncanny skill.

At the same time, the scabbard in his right hand transformed into a continuous black blur.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In only a few seconds, the remaining three had all fallen to the ground, grimacing in pain.

For a moment, the entire place was silent.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes outside the door stared without moving, nearly frozen in shock.

The fight had ended quickly—so quickly that they had not even reacted.

In less than thirty seconds, the four strongest students in their class had all been knocked to the ground?

When had first-years become this fierce?

"Alright, the fight is over. Stop watching the show."

Teacher Li sighed helplessly once more, calling the students outside in to help Yang Peng and the others up.

"Teacher Wan, we won't disturb you any longer."

Wan Keshan grinned, showing his large teeth.

"It's fine. It's good for students to interact more. Come again next time when you have the chance!"

Interact? More like get beaten up one-sidedly!

Teacher Li looked constipated as he turned and led his dejected students away.

"Alright, kid, I should get going too."

Still smiling, Wan Keshan patted Li Qingshan on the shoulder and turned to leave the training room.

"Make the most of your time training and prepare for the Rookie Tournament at the end of the year. Remember, martial techniques alone won't take you far. Your Body Tempering Realm is the foundation!"

"Thank you, Teacher. I understand."

Li Qingshan watched Wan Keshan leave, then lowered his head to look at his communicator.

Wan Keshan's final words were correct. The Body Tempering Realm was the foundation.

The one million prize money had arrived. He could buy intermediate nutrient solution now, and there seemed to be no need to waste time at Yinghai anymore.

Perfect. Refusing him face-to-face might hurt Manager Zhou's pride, but refusing by message would be much gentler.

Thinking of Manager Zhou's email from that morning, Li Qingshan simply sent a brief message, informing him of both his resignation and his refusal.

After sending it, Li Qingshan searched through his contacts and quickly found a number.

It was the number left by the young woman who had sold him nutrient solution at the mall.

As a major customer, he naturally had access to home delivery.

Yinghai Flagship Store, general manager's office.

Knock, knock, knock!

A rapid series of knocks sounded at the door.

Fu Wen frowned and said in a deep voice,

"What are you panicking for? Come in and explain!"

The bald middle-aged man pushed open the door and said urgently,

"President Fu, Li Qingshan replied to me."

"Oh?" Fu Wen's expression eased slightly, and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Looks like I overestimated him. In the end, he's just a poor student raised on public welfare. He lost his composure this quickly."

"No, that's not it!" Manager Zhou swallowed and said cautiously,

"President Fu, Li Qingshan's message was a refusal to sign the contract. At the same time, he resigned from Yinghai."

"What?"

Fu Wen's smile froze on his face. He could not believe his ears.