"What right do you have to challenge Lin Chuan?"
Xiao Wu stared at Tang San, her voice clear and utterly blunt:
"You want to challenge him? Fine, exchange a few moves with me first."
"When you can beat me, then we can talk about challenging Lin Chuan."
Of course, Xiao Wu had not stepped forward at this moment for no reason.
She had her own plans.
The reason was simple.
She was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, and Lin Chuan already knew.
Once that identity was exposed, Xiao Wu knew she had to do something more.
So she wanted to put on a good showing in front of Lin Chuan and farm some more favorability.
The higher her favorability, the more weight she would carry in Lin Chuan's heart.
Only then would her life have another layer of protection.
If Lin Chuan knew what Xiao Wu was thinking,
he would definitely exclaim, "666!"
Am I here to farm your favorability, or are you here to farm mine?
Seeing that exceptionally pretty little girl step forward without hesitation and shield Lin Chuan behind her, Tang San immediately felt an indescribable surge of envy and jealousy, with even a trace of hatred.
Could handsome people really do whatever they pleased?
Why did such a pretty little girl insist on protecting Lin Chuan instead of taking my side?
At that thought, Tang San trembled with rage, his eyes bloodshot.
However, he ignored Xiao Wu and fixed his gaze firmly on Lin Chuan instead, suppressing his anger as he said coldly:
"Lin Chuan, what kind of ability is hiding behind a girl? Since you're the boss of Dorm Seven, naturally, you're the one I'm challenging. Do you dare accept my challenge or not?"
Lin Chuan had still been marveling at how Xiao Wu was really coming through for him.
She had actually stood in front of him to fight on his behalf?
Hearing Tang San's words, he immediately snapped out of it, one corner of his mouth quirking into a half-smile.
Wasn't what this Little Scumbag said playing right into my hands?
He had long wanted to use Mysterious Jade Hand and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to give this Little Scumbag a proper beating.
He just wondered how spectacular the Little Scumbag's expression would be when he witnessed Lin Chuan perform Mysterious Jade Hand and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
At that thought, Lin Chuan moved.
He stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Wu.
Raising a hand to pat Xiao Wu's shoulder, he lifted the corner of his mouth in an easy, carefree smile:
"Little bunny, leave this to me. Since this Tang San has put it that way, there's naturally no need for you to fight."
The moment those words left his mouth, Xiao Wu was so furious that her teeth ached.
It had been such a good opportunity. She had wanted to farm some favorability with Lin Chuan, and what happened?
That Little Scumbag Tang San had ruined it all with a single remark.
Xiao Wu shot Tang San a glare.
But since Lin Chuan had already said that much, she could hardly undermine him to his face, could she?
She could only bottle up her anger and retreat a few steps in a huff.
Seeing Xiao Wu glaring at him, Tang San was momentarily bewildered.
What did I do wrong?
He had lived two lives and been an utter single dog in both. The string of romance had never even been connected, so naturally, he could not understand it at all.
Unable to figure it out, he could not be bothered to think about it any further. He simply ignored Xiao Wu and turned his gaze toward Lin Chuan, a trace of jealousy in his eyes as he said:
"Lin Chuan, let me see your strength and whether you're actually qualified to be the boss of Dorm Seven."
Lin Chuan remained calm, merely shrugging as he replied:
"So much blather. If you're going to attack, hurry up. Spare me the nonsense."
At Lin Chuan's words, Tang San's face, already as black as the bottom of a pot, darkened even further.
But he said nothing, wasting no more words before attacking.
Tang San shifted, instantly unleashing Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and vanished from where he stood with a whoosh.
His speed was absurd. The eye could not even keep up, let alone track him.
Wang Sheng and the others were all startled by that uncanny footwork.
They really had not expected this new work-study student to have a few tricks up his sleeve.
That ghostlike footwork alone was beyond their ability to handle.
At the same time, however, they could not help worrying.
Could their boss Lin Chuan really withstand this?
Yet Lin Chuan did not panic in the slightest at Tang San's uncanny footwork.
Perhaps to others, Tang San's figure was flickering about, impossible to pin down.
Unfortunately, Lin Chuan also knew Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and had even reached great perfection.
So the speed Tang San thought was boundlessly fast looked to Lin Chuan as though someone had forcibly hit slow motion. Every move was perfectly clear.
While executing Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Tang San glimpsed Lin Chuan standing motionless and assumed he had frozen, a cold smile immediately curling his lips.
What, you can't follow my footwork, so you've simply given up resisting?
Trash, just as I thought.
Once I defeat him, I must stop Teacher. I absolutely cannot let Teacher take Lin Chuan as a disciple.
With those thoughts, Tang San had already reached Lin Chuan.
At that very instant, his hands suddenly changed color, becoming translucent and lustrous in the blink of an eye, like fine jade.
"What a pity we're at Nuoding Academy."
Tang San curled his lips and spoke with a cold sneer:
"The school rules are clear. Students can spar, but we can't strike to kill. Still, injuring you is perfectly fine."
As his words fell, he clenched his fist and, without the slightest hesitation, smashed a vicious punch toward that infuriatingly handsome face of Lin Chuan's.
"That's not how you use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track or Mysterious Jade Hand."
Watching the fist crawl toward him as slowly as a snail, Lin Chuan sighed, assumed the air of an otherworldly master, and spoke in an indifferent tone.
The moment he finished speaking, his right hand changed too.
Just like Tang San's, it turned the translucent, lustrous color of fine jade in the blink of an eye.
At that very instant, Tang San's fist, just about to touch Lin Chuan's cheek, was seized in a grip that left it unable to move.
"What?" Tang San's expression changed abruptly, his entire being jolted with shock.
Especially when he saw that the hand Lin Chuan had caught him with was exactly the same color as his own, his pupils contracted, and even his voice changed pitch:
"Mysterious Jade Hand? Why do you know Mysterious Jade Hand too? Who exactly are you?"
At that moment, a boom went off in Tang San's mind. His memories from before he jumped off the cliff surged up instantly, along with the words those Tang Sect elders had once spoken, each sentence echoing in his ears.
He could no longer hide the terror on his face, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Hearing that, Lin Chuan curled his lips slightly, with no intention of acknowledging Tang San at all.
The hand gripping Tang San's wrist suddenly exerted a little force.
Then he flung him outward in one crisp, clean motion, without the slightest dragging of mud or water.
Tang San felt an overwhelmingly brute force blast through his arm.
Unable to control himself at all, he was hurled away, his body tracing an arc through the air.
But it was not over yet.