How Do We Play If This Boss Isn't Nerfed?-Chapter 63 - 61: To Determine Superiority and Decide Life and Death
The lower abdomen is where one’s Qi and Blood converge, the repository of their essence. It is the very core of a Martial Artist’s foundation.
And anyone could see that Jiang Feng had done it intentionally.
He had clearly heard the announcement that the battle was over, yet he still delivered a ruthless blow.
Jiang Feng expressionlessly wiped the blood splatters from his face with his sleeve.
He raised his eyes, his pitch-black pupils utterly calm, as if he had just crushed an ant.
"Teacher, he was the one who challenged me."
"When you issue a challenge, you must be prepared to risk everything."
"So you lose, and now you blame me for striking too hard?"
His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.
"Weapons have no eyes. Surely you understand a simple principle like that, Teacher?"
"You!"
The teacher was so choked with anger by the comeback that he trembled, rendered speechless.
Jiang Feng’s strength and status were plain to see. If anyone was going to punish him, it would be the school’s leadership, not this teacher.
Just then, a cheerful voice came from the sidelines.
The homeroom teacher of Class One, Sun Qian, clapped his hands and ambled over.
"Now, now, Mr. Wang, there’s no need to get so worked up."
He wore the smile of a peacemaker.
"This was a real fight without protective gear to begin with. Blades have no eyes. Jiang Feng just couldn’t pull his strike in time."
"The most important thing right now is to tend to the injured. Quick, get him to the infirmary."
In just a few words, he casually dismissed Jiang Feng’s act of near-slaughter as a mere "slip-up."
The practical combat teachers glared at him, their eyes filled with fury, but in the end, they held themselves back.
Jiang Feng was first in their year.
As the homeroom teacher for Class One, Sun Qian had essentially ridden Jiang Feng’s coattails to prominence.
Lin Ye stood in the crowd, his eyes narrowing slightly.
’It was precisely Sun Qian’s coddling and protection that had nurtured Jiang Feng’s arrogant personality, making him treat human life as if it were worthless.’
Just then, Sun Qian’s gaze traveled over the crowd and landed on Lin Ye, who was surrounded by the students of Class Seven.
When he saw Lin Ye, the smile on his face instantly vanished, and his expression darkened.
"What are you doing here?"
he asked, his tone hostile.
At his question, the gazes of the surrounding crowd finally shifted from the bloody ring to the formidable figure who had just broken three records in the basic assessment.
Lin Ye ignored Sun Qian’s scrutinizing gaze. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly through that corner of the hall.
"Nothing much."
"I’m here to challenge number one."
His words sent the entire crowd into an uproar!
They had just witnessed Jiang Feng’s crushing brutality, and now, this new "Demon King" was going to challenge him directly!
Sun Qian scoffed when he heard this.
"Challenge number one? Do you even know the rules?"
"In the grade-wide tournament, the ranking battles for the top ten have a clear rule: you cannot challenge anyone more than three spots above your current rank!"
"You’re ranked tenth. At most, you can only challenge number seven!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
It was the first time Lin Ye had heard this rule, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Just as he was calculating who he should challenge first to raise his rank...
...the black-clad youth on the ring, who had been silent until now, turned his gaze upon him.
Jiang Feng’s icy gaze landed on Lin Ye.
"Teacher..."
He spoke, his voice hoarse and laced with a trace of mocking amusement.
"Don’t send him away."
The expression on Sun Qian’s face froze.
"I accept..."
"...his challenge!"
Those words were like a bomb dropped into a calm lake, instantly electrifying every student in the crowd!
This was a clash of titans!
One was the "Demon King," who had shattered three records in the basic assessment and crushed all competition to claim the top spot!
The other was the "Vicious Fiend," the undefeated tyrant who had cruelly dominated the martial arts program at Dongjiang First Middle School for an entire year!
This battle between the absolute strongest was about to happen ahead of schedule!
A little surprised himself, Lin Ye looked over at Jiang Feng.
But Jiang Feng’s gaze was locked onto him, and the emotion in his eyes wasn’t the will to fight, but the excitement and greed of a hunter who’d found his prize prey.
"You want a ranking match? Fine."
Jiang Feng’s voice echoed through the deathly silent gymnasium.
"But my fights have a rule."
"That is, we fight with no protective gear, and we use live blades."
"We don’t just determine a winner. We determine who lives and who dies."
"Do you... dare?"
A bone-chilling killing intent surged forth, carried on his final three words.
The surrounding students instinctively took a step back, their faces turning pale.
However, in the face of this killing intent so thick it was almost tangible, Lin Ye simply smiled.
"Alright."
His reply was simple and crisp.
’This saves me the trouble of having to challenge them one by one.’
...
The news spread as if it had wings, reaching every corner of the gymnasium in just a few short minutes.
Lin Ye was going to fight Jiang Feng in a no-holds-barred, life-or-death match on the ring!
This news instantly ignited everyone’s excitement!
Students still in the testing area, students in the rest area, and even some teachers who had been about to leave all flocked to the practical combat hall.
On the main platform, Principal Wang Zhengguo learned of the matter but didn’t intervene. He merely instructed the school medics to prepare for emergency treatment.
Then he gave an order.
"Clear the floor! Schedule their fight for the main ring, Ring Three, in the very center!"
Soon, a large open space was cleared around Ring Three, and a crowd packed in, layer after layer.
This was a true, bona fide pinnacle battle that had the entire school’s attention!
In front of the weapon rack beside the ring.
Jiang Feng took out a long, entirely pitch-black spear from a custom-made weapon case.
The spear’s shaft was forged from some unknown metal, its surface covered in a fine, dragon scale-like pattern that reflected a cold, dark sheen under the lights.
The spearhead was even more menacing, with a three-edged, armor-piercing design. Its tip glinted with a faint, dark red light.
"It’s the Black-Scaled Dragon Fang from the Myrrh Forge!"
A knowledgeable student in the crowd exclaimed in shock.
"They say the shaft was forged from Deep Sea Sinking Silver mixed with Star Steel, worth over three million! The spearhead is even mixed with powdered fangs from the Chisel-tooth Race, making it indestructible!"
"He didn’t even use his personal weapon in the fight with Liao Donglai just now!"
And on the other side.
Lin Ye merely glanced at the rack of standard-issue weapons before picking up a perfectly ordinary, high-strength alloy staff, the kind you could find anywhere.
Neither of them wore any protective gear.
One with a spear, the other with a staff, they slowly walked onto the ring.
The dean of students wanted to get on the stage to give his usual useless speech about "safety," but Principal Wang Zhengguo stopped him with a raised hand.
"That won’t be necessary."
Wang Zhengguo watched the two young men on the stage, each with a completely different aura, and his voice was steady.
"True Martial Artists are forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood."
"Let them fight."
"I’ll be watching. No one will die."
"With our current level of medical technology, as long as their head isn’t completely smashed to bits or their heart isn’t ripped out entirely, there’s still a chance to save them."
"A true genius must tear another genius apart with their own hands to complete their final metamorphosis!"
