"Hahaha."
Faced with Chen Feng's provocation, Elbow-Strike Specter laughed heartily, only to discover a number one above his head halfway through.
Joke Specter's killing rule: anyone who dared laugh would die.
Elbow-Strike Specter barely managed to hold it in, then beckoned with a finger. "What else can I say? Come on!"
Hearing that the new transfer student wanted to duel Elbow-Strike Specter, every specter on the school field fixed their eyes on them:
"Who's this guy? A newcomer?"
"Elbow-Strike Specter's almost level two. Is he crazy, challenging him?"
Now that was more like it!
This was exactly the feeling he wanted.
Chen Feng strode forward.
In most novels he had read, whether martial arts, cultivation, fantasy, or urban fiction, whenever the protagonist challenged an expert, the bystanders always predicted his defeat. They would talk about how awesome the expert was and how worthless the protagonist was, only for the embattled protagonist to turn the tables and prove everyone wrong.
But just as Chen Feng thought he had this in the bag, a discordant voice rang out.
Joke Specter rubbed his neck, pushed the volume button on his forehead to maximum, and shouted through his crackling microphone, "Who says Brother Feng will lose? My big brother's invincible!"
Are you kidding me?!
Chen Feng's eye twitched, and he almost stumbled to the ground.
That bastard Joke Specter just slapped me with the 'pride comes before a fall' curse out of nowhere. Now I'm going to get the shit beaten out of me!
At that thought, Chen Feng turned back viciously and demanded, "What makes you think I can win?"
Huh?
If you can't win, why fight? Got nothing better to do than get beaten up?
Joke Specter had no idea how to respond, but still answered honestly, "Because you're a transfer student.