Of Course, We Compete with Our Fists!

Bai Zhenhao smiled harmlessly and strolled over to Su Yuan and the others.

"The Qianshan No. 1 High School teacher responsible for receiving you today has more important matters to attend to."

"So he specifically sent me to pick up the Second High School seniors."

"Oh, right. My name is Bai Zhenhao. My Blood Qi Value is 106.6."

Listening to Bai Zhenhao, Su Yuan inexplicably felt uncomfortable.

He kept saying Qianshan No. 1 High School and Second High School. Though there was nothing unpleasant about his expression—

Su Yuan felt that Bai Zhenhao was hiding a blade behind his smile, like a smiling tiger.

So many teachers at Qianshan No. 1 High School were unavailable that they had specifically sent a student like him?

That excuse about using the restroom was even more absurd.

And that final remark, where he deliberately announced his Blood Qi Value—

Wasn't he just waiting to see the shocked expressions on the faces of these Second High School students?

Unfortunately, Bai Zhenhao was destined to be disappointed.

There was no change in the expressions of Su Yuan and the other seven. Only Xia Weiming and Xie Zhengyang looked stunned, clearly shocked by Bai Zhenhao's Blood Qi Value.

A Blood Qi Value of 106.6 already made him a genuine Early First-Realm Martial Artist.

There were ten martial artist realms, from the First Realm to the Tenth Realm.

Each realm was divided into early, middle, late, and peak stages.

For First-Realm Martial Artists, every increase of 40 Blood Qi Value meant a minor stage advancement.

Reaching a Blood Qi Value of 300 was the standard for a Second-Realm Martial Artist.

He just wondered whether Bai Zhenhao had passed the Martial Arts Association certification.

When Bai Zhenhao saw that Su Yuan and the other seven were expressionless, he had originally intended to continue speaking.

But when he saw the surprise on Xia Weiming and Xie Zhengyang's faces, he was completely satisfied.

As long as his goal had been achieved, the number of people did not matter.

"Got it."

"Bai Zhenhao, then please lead us to Qianshan No. 1 High School."

Leng Xin's voice was crisp and pleasant. Coupled with her beautiful face, it made Bai Zhenhao unconsciously straighten his back.

"Sure, sure."

Bai Zhenhao snapped the fingers of his right hand. Five seconds later, a bus and an imposing luxury car appeared.

"Everyone, please."

Bai Zhenhao pointed at the bus, then entered the luxury car before them.

The corners of Xia Weiming and Xie Zhengyang's mouths twitched. The difference in treatment was really that obvious.

While the two of them were still stunned, Su Yuan and the others had already started walking toward the bus.

According to Teacher Jiang Huaisheng, they should keep a low profile when appropriate, but sometimes they also needed to be high-profile.

Right now was a situation that called for keeping a low profile.

Everything could wait until they entered Qianshan No. 1 High School.

And so, with the luxury car in front and the bus behind, they headed together toward Qianshan No. 1 High School.

Half an hour later.

During that time, few of the ten Second High School students spoke on the bus.

Su Yuan only occasionally exchanged a few words with Lin Jie and Li Xingyu.

"Students, we've arrived at the gate of Qianshan No. 1 High School."

"You may get off now."

The driver suddenly called out loudly, and the bus came to a stop.

Su Yuan and the others got off, while Bai Zhenhao waited nearby.

"Welcome to Qianshan No. 1 High School."

Bai Zhenhao was even prouder now, his head nearly tilted upward as he looked down on Su Yuan and the others.

As soon as he finished speaking—

Leng Xin gave Bai Zhenhao an expressionless glance, then walked straight through the gates of Qianshan No. 1 High School.

Fang Yan followed right behind her, and Su Yuan quickly followed suit.

An awkward atmosphere filled the air, making Bai Zhenhao feel extremely displeased.

He quickly stepped in front of Leng Xin and blocked her with one hand.

"This female student, you haven't registered yet. You may not enter Qianshan No. 1 High School without authorization."

Leng Xin's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of displeasure appeared on her face.

"The teacher had something to do and didn't come. You lowered the standards by sending a bus to pick us up, and now we have to register before entering Qianshan No. 1 High School."

"You people from Qianshan No. 1 High School sure have a lot of theatrics. Could it be that you're afraid the Second High School students will steal the spotlight, so you want to suppress us deliberately?"

Leng Xin's words made Su Yuan inwardly marvel.

She had directly said everything he had wanted to say in one breath.

"We..."

Bai Zhenhao's expression shifted uncertainly. Before coming here, a teacher had subtly reminded him about this matter.

Now that Leng Xin had exposed it, Bai Zhenhao could not possibly show weakness.

After all, this was Qianshan No. 1 High School's territory.

What he had not expected was that Leng Xin would erupt so early.

There were still nearly ten obstacles waiting for them ahead.

What a pity.

Bai Zhenhao sighed softly.

"What spotlight does Second High School have that Qianshan No. 1 High School needs to suppress?"

"Those two First-Realm Martial Artists of yours? Or these remaining students with such pathetic Blood Qi Values?"

"To be honest, I think giving Second High School ten spots in the Joint Key Class is an utter waste."

"Even the words 'joint schools' are completely unnecessary."

Bai Zhenhao finally revealed his true colors. He looked arrogantly at Su Yuan and the others, his face filled with disdain.

Students from Qianshan No. 1 High School had always looked down on Second High School students.

This was a common problem throughout Qianshan District.

"Pathetic Blood Qi Values?"

"Are you talking about me?"

Suddenly, Su Yuan spoke for the first time.

The instant he spoke, everyone except Fang Yan and Leng Xin turned to look at him.

"If nothing unexpected happens, my Blood Qi Value should be the lowest among us."

"It's only 78.5."

As soon as Su Yuan finished speaking, Bai Zhenhao acted as if he had heard something unbelievable and clutched his stomach as he laughed wildly.

"How much?"

"What did you say?"

"A Blood Qi Value of 78.5?"

"Good heavens, do you think the Joint Key Class is some child's game?"

"How is there someone with a Blood Qi Value of 78.5 in your group?"

"But that's fine. Now you have someone to come in last."

"Hahaha!"

Then Bai Zhenhao changed the subject.

"I'll tell you this much: among the Qianshan No. 1 High School students who have spots in the Joint Key Class—"

"Ten are First-Realm Martial Artists certified by the Martial Arts Association."

"The other ten have an average Blood Qi Value of 105."

"What do you have to compete with us?"

After saying that, Bai Zhenhao looked at them like a group of ants. It was enough to make anyone want to punch him.

"Of course, we compete with our fists!"

Suddenly, Su Yuan moved!

He was swift as thunder, taking a single step and flashing in front of Bai Zhenhao.

With a BANG, Su Yuan's lightning-infused fist blasted Bai Zhenhao more than ten meters away.

Fortunately, Bai Zhenhao reacted quickly and raised both arms to block in an instant. Otherwise, that punch would have seriously injured him.

After throwing that punch, Su Yuan suddenly thought of something amusing.

The Second High School students had just entered Qianshan No. 1 High School and had already beaten up one of its students.

He wanted to see how the Qianshan No. 1 High School teachers would handle it.

Martial arts were all about striving.

Hadn't Bai Zhenhao himself been talking about competition?

There. He had shown him through action.

On Bai Zhenhao's side, after staggering back more than ten meters, he actually stumbled and fell to the ground. His expression was as shocked as could be.

Rubbing his aching arms, Bai Zhenhao slowly got to his feet, his face dark.

Everyone else, including Lin Jie and Li Xingyu, was dumbfounded.

How could they have expected Su Yuan to attack without any warning?

Could Su Yuan's earlier words have been a sign that he was about to attack?

There was surprise in Fang Yan and Leng Xin's eyes. The force behind that punch was anything but ordinary!

Not just the two of them—everyone had noticed the sheer weight behind Su Yuan's punch.

"Very good."

"With a Blood Qi Value of less than eighty, you actually managed to knock me back."

Other than the darkness on Bai Zhenhao's face, no other expression could be seen.

In truth, his heart was already filled with stormy waves.

What kind of joke is this? With such a huge gap in Blood Qi Value, I nearly failed to withstand a single punch from him?