117: Chapter 117 The King of Pretenders Flips the Table: I'm Not Playing With You Anymore!

(Special chapter for "Zhu Hao of Sending Immortal Bridge"! Wishing the boss good health above and hardness below!)

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It exploded.

It completely exploded.

"All of you... are trash!"

These six words precisely pierced the self-esteem of every examinee in the martial arts arena.

After a brief silence, there was a volcanic eruption of rage!

"Fuck! The hell you say that again?!"

"Who the hell do you think you are! How dare you call us trash?!"

"A piece of trash without even Source Energy, who gave you the gall!"

Tens of thousands of examinees, whether in the preparation area or on the stands, stood up almost at the same time.

Angry gazes rained down, wanting to tear Su Ming to pieces.

The jeers and denunciations converged into a terrifying wave of sound, echoing back and forth across the martial arts arena.

Some examinees were so angry that their Source Energy leaked out of control; some threw water bottles and bricks directly onto the stage.

Zhao Kuo stood in the front row of the preparation area, his face twisted with a grin.

Isn't this the scene he had dreamed of?

The more arrogant Su Ming was, the more miserable his fall would be.

He even took out his personal terminal and aimed it at the stage to record.

He planned to post the video of Su Ming looking pathetic as he was dragged out by security on the school forum and pin it for a month.

The row of examinees closest to the stage had lost their reason to the fire of rage; several of them, with Source Energy surging within their bodies, pushed forward two steps, only to be held back firmly by the staff maintaining order.

"Don't stop me! I'm going to tear this bastard's mouth apart today!"

A fire-element examinee with sparks erupting from his fists was dragged back by two staff members, his shoe soles leaving scorched marks on the alloy floor.

...

Throughout the history of the Federal College Entrance Exam, such an absurd scene had never occurred.

One examinee had angered all the other examinees!

"Hahahaha! Interesting! Really interesting!"

In the preparation area, Ye Xiao was crackling with lightning arcs; instead of being angry, he slapped his thigh in excitement, his eyes shining.

He had thought the "King of Posers" was just a crazy Body Cultivator!

He hadn't expected his verbal skills to be even better!

Achieving sainthood through the Physical Body!

The moment those words popped out of Su Ming's mouth, a jolt of electricity ran down Ye Xiao's spine.

He was half a Body Cultivator himself.

Aside from his lightning-element Source Energy, what he was most proud of was the Physical Body he had honed in actual combat.

Every time he clashed with pure Source Energy users, his physical fitness was his overwhelming trump card.

Arrogant! So fucking arrogant.

But Ye Xiao was just into that kind of thing.

"Brother, you're trying to vindicate all the Body Cultivators in the Federation."

This time, he was on Su Ming's side!

On the observation deck, Shen Qingci held her forehead, her temples throbbing.

She had already started calculating in her mind how she could fish this guy, who had incurred the wrath of the masses, out of the spittle of tens of thousands of people.

In the few days she had been with Su Ming, her worldview had been refreshed over and over again.

Killing a Tier 4 Wolf King? Refreshed once.

Killing a Tier 5 Iron-Spine Rhinoceros? Refreshed once.

Tearing up the college entrance exam paper? Refreshed once.

Social death with zero Source Energy? Refreshed again.

Now he was even calling all the Awakened in the Federation trash, single-handedly bearing the hatred of tens of thousands of people.

Every day with him felt like riding a roller coaster.

Her life, which had been as calm as water for over a decade, had been thrown into a washing machine.

But... for some reason, looking at that black-armored figure who was condemned by everyone but still stood straight, besides worry, she actually felt a kind of... little excitement and anticipation that even she found absurd?!

She secretly clenched her fists.

Because she had seen Su Ming kill an Iron-Spine Rhinoceros with one punch.

She had also seen Su Ming calmly tear up the college entrance exam paper with his bare hands.

Every time everyone thought he was going to crash, it was others who ended up crashing.

This time... it wouldn't happen again, would it?

"Chief Examiner Li Feng! Kick him out!"

"Right! This scum of martial arts doesn't deserve to take the college entrance exam!"

Below the stage, countless examinees flushed red, filled with the anger of being humiliated, shouting in unison, demanding that Chief Examiner Li Feng immediately throw this arrogant and ignorant madman out the door.

"It's simply a farce!"

On the observation deck, Associate Professor Zhou of Imperial Capital University had completely lost his patience; he grabbed the intercom equipment next to the principal.

With unquestionable dignity, he said to Chief Examiner Li Feng in a deep voice: "Chief Examiner Li Feng, I suggest immediately terminating this meaningless performance to maintain the seriousness of the college entrance exam!"

Principal Ma Aiguo's old face had turned the color of a pig's liver, "For every second this clown who tries to please the public with claptrap remains on stage, it loses face for the entire Federal Martial Arts Exam!"

Homeroom Teacher Wang Jianguo was jumping up and down, wishing he could rush onto the stage and drag Su Ming down immediately.

In the live broadcast room, the popularity of the barrage had completely broken through historical peaks.

Millions of viewers were united in their hatred at this moment, with the screen densely packed with words like "Ban Su Ming" and "Get out of the exam hall."

Everyone was certain that in the next second, this clown, arrogant beyond measure, would be dragged away by security.

Everyone was waiting to see him disgraced.

Waiting for this absurd farce to be brought to a satisfying conclusion.

Su Ming's expression remained calm and waveless.

The noise poured in from all directions, washing over every inch of his black armor.

He felt no anger.

No grievance.

He didn't even have the interest to explain.

You can't reason with a group of giant babies who treat Source Energy like their father.

It's useless even if you wear your lips out.

Then flip the table.

Since I can't play against you, then I, your father, will flip the chessboard!

Amidst the thunderous roars of "Get out" from the entire arena, Su Ming moved.

He ignored everyone, simply turning around slowly and walking back towards that cold and heavy "shield-7 model" robot.

The sound in the arena instantly dropped by half because of his unexpected move.

Everyone was stunned.

What does this guy want to do?

Does he still want to bite the bullet and test?

The cursing continued, but there was clearly an added layer of confusion.

The few examinees in the front row who had been shouting the loudest subconsciously turned their heads to look at the people around them, their eyes full of question marks.

Some were holding back laughter waiting to see more fun, while others frowned, thinking he had given up on himself.

Zhao Kuo's hand holding the terminal froze in mid-air.

This kid... shouldn't he be slinking away?

Why is he still walking onto the stage?

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of stunned, mocking, and spectating eyes, Su Ming stood still and raised his right hand.

There was no sign of Source Energy mobilization, not even a standard combat stance.

Just like an ordinary person intending to knock on a neighbor's iron door.

Slack, casual, full of openings.

"Pfft... what is he doing? Knocking with his fist? Is there something wrong with his brain?"

"This posture, the old man doing Tai Chi in the park downstairs is more standard than him!"

"Even S-grade Source Energy can't break the defense, and he's going to hammer it with a mortal body? Is he trying to stage a scam?"

Zhao Kuo's cronies in the preparation area laughed until they slapped their thighs, one of them crouching on the ground holding his stomach.

Zhao Kuo laughed too.

Trash is just trash; he's faking it until the end.

Li Feng, however, looked grave.

He was a Tier 4 Gold Late Stage combat examiner, having spent years on the front line of training at the Magic City Martial Arts Academy.

His body caught an anomaly faster than anyone else.

The moment Su Ming raised his hand, the alloy floor of the arena let out a very slight groan.

It was that kind of low-frequency vibration that metal only emits when under pressure.

His pupils shrank sharply.

The foundation of this arena was poured with military-grade alloy, with a load-bearing standard of ten tons.

Just raising a hand caused the foundation to make an unusual sound?

Something is wrong!

Could this kid actually...

He took a sudden step forward, his mouth just opening.

Too late!

Su Ming's unremarkable fist lightly imprinted on the heavy chest armor of the shield-7 model.

One hundred tons of True Mass.

The moment the fist touched the chest armor, it poured out completely!