Chapter 150: Insulting Lanling (Thanks to 'Yan Yuan Zhi Shang' for Rewarding Alliance Leader)

Chapter 150: Insulting Lan Ling (With thanks to 'Yan Yuan Zhi Shang' for the Alliance Leader reward)

Outside the great gates of the training grounds.

"Consider this another warning; the competition rankings are not positions that you and Bai Zhenzhen can hold onto indefinitely."

"As for the upcoming first-year Dao Heart competition, do not bother participating."

Having spoken, Zhou Chechen had already stepped into the training grounds, seemingly having no intention of granting Zhang Yu any opportunity for rebuttal.

Or perhaps it meant... if you wished to resist, then come inside and tell me so, provided you possessed such confidence, and such courage.

And with Zhou Chechen's arrival, it was as if the entire training grounds had been plunged into the depths of winter.

It was not merely that the chill Zhou Chechen brought had objectively lowered the temperature.

It was the accumulated authority of this Student Union Vice President, pressing down like black clouds over a city, causing every student present, whether first or second-year, to feel as though they dared not even breathe loudly.

Thus, the first-year students bowed in unison: "Greetings, Senior."

The second-year students on the other side likewise bowed in salute: "Greetings, President."

Even Lan Ling, who had been somewhat flustered just moments ago, was shocked into calmness by the wave of frigidity radiating from the other as Zhou Chechen arrived, ceasing his dispute with Bai Zhenzhen.

One saw the muscles of his chest tense slightly, and with a sweep of his hand, the gashed skin and muscle knit back together, thoroughly erasing the three characters "Junior College Student."

Zhou Chechen swept his gaze over the crowd, finally settling on Bai Zhenzhen, and said indifferently: "Bai Zhenzhen, Senior Lan Ling kindly offered you pointers on combat techniques, yet you employed tricks to humiliate him; this truly violates the spirit of our Songyang High School..."

Watching this scene, Zhao Tianxing felt a familiar sensation arise spontaneously: "Here we go again, it was just like this a few months ago."

"Once Zhou Chechen arrives, there is simply no one who can stand against him."

"If not for Zhang Pianpian managing to suppress him in the end, Yuzi and Azhen would likely have been bullied to death back then."

A spark of inspiration seemed to flash through Zhao Tianxing's mind: "It is the same now."

"With just a few movements and a few words from Zhou Chechen, the atmosphere of the entire scene is completely altered."

"I can sense that, following Zhou Chechen's next actions... the position of the clown here is about to shift once more."

Zhao Tianxing looked at Bai Zhenzhen, then at himself, with nervousness and worry; no matter how he thought about it, he felt that the role of the clown was about to shift onto the two of them.

Just then, Zhang Yu was seen entering the training grounds as well; he looked at Zhou Chechen and laughed: "Since when has the spirit of our Songyang High School dictated that we cannot humiliate other classmates?"

"Students with higher scores can humiliate those with lower scores; good grades are everything—is this not, in fact, the very spirit of our Songyang High School?"

The many students present, whether first or second-year, nodded secretly upon hearing this, greatly approving of the logic in Zhang Yu's words.

Zhou Chechen also looked at Zhang Yu with a scrutinizing gaze, thinking: "You dare to enter? Then let me see exactly what confidence you possess."

Zhang Yu then continued: "Given Lan Ling's level, how many competition rankings did he secure back when he was a first-year? Has Has he ever sparred with students from the Three Great High Schools?"

"Bai Zhenzhen, on the other hand, took fourth in the Martial Arts Competition and fifth in the Sports Competition; why should she not be allowed to humiliate Lan Ling?"

Bai Zhenzhen also remarked indifferently from the side: "When Zhang Yu and I went to Bailong High School to exchange martial arts with their top-ranked students, Yu Xinghan and Song Hailong, students of this sort who had never secured a competition ranking all had to kneel outside and listen."

Hearing this, Qian Shen could not help but speak up: "That is correct; for us high schoolers, grades are ultimately king. Given Bai Zhenzhen's competition results, her level of evolution is far above Lan Ling's, so what is wrong with a little humiliation?"

Indeed, is it even a matter for note when a high-scoring student humiliates a low-scoring one? Is this not the casual daily routine of our Songyang High School? The students present either had experience insulting others, experience being insulted, or both, and at this moment, they all nodded secretly upon hearing these words.

Even among the second-year students, the gaze of many toward Lan Ling underwent a subtle shift.

As he listened to them speaking one after another, the blood and Qi in Lan Ling's body surged more violently, his breathing grew coarser, his complexion grew redder, and the blue veins on his forehead looked ready to burst, yet he could not utter a single word.

Simply because every sentence the other side spoke fastened upon the supremacy of scores and the kingship of grades, Lan Ling was left both wanting to explode yet feeling that he could not do so now, leaving him able only to glare fixedly at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.

In this moment, Lan Ling even felt a sensation that he was actually being bullied by students with better grades?

Watching this scene, strange colors flickered in Zhao Tianxing's eyes: "Just moments ago, after Zhou Chechen spoke a few words, I thought the clown position was about to shift. Who knew that the moment A Yu entered, he instantly reversed the situation, fastening the role of the clown firmly onto Lan Ling."

But just as everyone's emotions were flowing entirely along with the words of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.

Zhou Chechen was seen taking a single step forward, the chill upon him erupting with a boom, bringing with it waves of bone-piercing cold wind that swept across the entire training grounds.

Zhou Chechen said coldly: "Lan Ling is a cadre of the Student Union; he represents the Student Union itself."

"He came with good intentions to guide his juniors, yet was humiliated by Bai Zhenzhen taking advantage of the situation; this is a disruption of the school's teaching order and has nothing to do with high or low scores."

Accompanying this blast of cold wind from Zhou Chechen was an even greater oppression, one stemming from the very soul.

A strong emotion of fear surged up in the hearts of many, causing them inexplicable mental tension and accelerating heartbeats, leaving them even less daring to offer any rebuttal to Zhou Chechen's words.

Zhang Yu, standing not far before Zhou Chechen, was the first to bear the brunt; accompanying the cold wind that rushed toward him, a wave of fear was actually stirred in his heart as well.

Fu Ji cautioned: "Be careful; it is the influence of a mental cultivation method."

Zhang Yu immediately circulated the Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Art, and a will to battle heaven and earth instantly erupted from his mind, thoroughly suppressing the fear that had just arisen in his heart. ...

Some intelligence regarding Zhou Chechen also surfaced in Zhang Yu's mind.

Before Zhang Pianpian left, she had instructed Zhang Yu on many matters and naturally provided him with a great deal of useful intelligence.

Among them, Zhou Chechen and Lan Ling, being the two extremely hostile toward Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, Zhang Pianpian had naturally recounted the situation regarding these two as well.

"That freezing aura upon Zhou Chechen originates from an Expert-level technique called the Frosty Sky Frozen Qi Field, while his mental method is the matching Frost Prison Art."

"These two techniques form a complementary set, able to bolster and benefit one another."

Zhang Yu also knew that, unlike the techniques purchased by most people, these two matching techniques, the Frosty Sky Frozen Qi Field and the Frost Prison Art, were not bought by Zhou Chechen but were techniques passed down in his family for many years.

The Zhou family's first pot of gold was earned by selling the exclusive agency rights to these two techniques to the Wanxing Education Group.

However, although they had sold the copyright to the techniques, within Songyang City all this time, those who could truly successfully cultivate this set of paired techniques were almost exclusively members of the Zhou family.

The reason for this lies in the cultivation method of these two techniques.

Cultivating the Frosty Sky Frozen Qi Field requires extracting the yin cold evil energy and the resentment of death from corpses, then coordinating with the mental method, the Frost Prison Art, to suppress it.

Once cultivated, not only can every movement stir up a sky full of freezing air, but it can also erupt with the resentment remaining in countless corpses, forming a type of fear attack.

And naturally, corpses in Songyang City cost money.

It is not just purchasing corpses that costs money; processing them costs even more.

Whether it is wall burial, box burial, cremation, or water burial, there are different fee standards for each.

If the family intends to sell the corpse directly, they likewise must go to a professional institution for processing and appraisal, paying a handling fee and a corpse transaction tax.

And as for the thought of just tossing it into some ditch or small river, that would incur an even heavier fine.

The Zhou family behind Zhou Chechen has long been in the business of corpse processing in Songyang City, possessing a massive reserve of fresh corpses, allowing them to cultivate while making money.

...

At this very moment, Fu Ji cautioned: "If you are to fight this Zhou Chechen... it will be very troublesome."

"The Frosty Sky Frozen Qi Field has an immense attack range; simply by approaching him, one is invaded by the freezing air, muscles are frozen stiff, and the circulation of magical power is slowed. The longer you fight him, the worse your condition becomes; this sky-filling freezing air cannot be dodged."

"Combined with his Frost Prison Art, it can also weaken the opponent's mental state."

"Once you fail to resolve him in one vigorous effort, you will be continuously weakened by him, until finally the accumulated freezing air within your body erupts, causing you to suffer heavy injuries."

"Moreover, as the top student of the second year, his various stats are certainly still above yours; it is very difficult to defeat him quickly."

"Therefore, to deal with this fellow, we must use the method we discussed previously."

Zhang Yu naturally understood Fu Ji's meaning: "This kind of combat in front of a crowd is not like the exam fighting Yellow Turban Warriors, where you can just bury your head and use brute strength; you must employ various combat techniques, with attacking the heart being the priority..."

On the other side, Zhou Chechen, circulating the Frost Prison Art, looked at Zhang Yu, a strong pressure of fear radiating from his eyes, and said coldly: "Bai Zhenzhen has disrupted the teaching order; are you joining in as well?"

Zhang Yu, do you intend to disrupt the sanctity of this lesson as well?

Confronted by Zhou Chechen’s oppressive aura, Zhang Yu instead circulated the Heavenly Martial Heart-Refining Art, speaking without a trace of fear: "Senior, you may use your cultivation to silence others, but you cannot suppress the grades Bai Zhenzhen and I have earned."

I shall stand right here today, neither parrying nor blocking, neither dodging nor hiding, as I forcibly withstand ten of your strikes.

If, within those ten strikes, you can fell me, Senior, then I shall willingly submit to the Student Council’s guidance.

But if you cannot, then I ask that you uphold the spirit of Songyang High School, and allow an exemplary student like Bai Zhenzhen to insult a wretch like Lan Ling to her heart's content.

Ridiculous." Lan Ling snorted in fury, remarking: "Brat, you aren't trying to swindle us for medical fees, are you?"

Zhou Chechen restrained Lan Ling, whose chest was heaving with rage on the verge of exploding.

Zhou Chechen gazed at Zhang Yu, the chill in his eyes intensifying: "Very good. You have spoken beautifully."

Rest assured, it will not take ten strikes, nor will you require a visit to the infirmary.

Within three strikes, I shall pin you to the ground.

As the words left his lips, Zhou Chechen’s figure stirred up a sky-filling chill, and he struck a palm towards Zhang Yu across the empty air.

(End of Chapter)