208: Chapter 208 The Professors' Anger

Principal's Office.

Behind the large mahogany desk, Li Daozong, the Principal of Jing University and also a Martial King-level powerhouse, was rubbing his throbbing temples, looking helplessly at the group of agitated old professors before him.

"Principal, you can't indulge Lin Fan any longer!"

Director Zhang of the Academic Affairs Office slammed the table, his spit flying.

"Go and see what the Practical Combat Academy has become!"

"Students have no heart for cultivation; all day long they're just thinking about how to gather points to open those damn blind boxes!"

"Some students even borrow usurious loans or steal from their families just to buy blind boxes!"

"Is this cultivating martial artists? This is cultivating gamblers!"

Professor Wang of the Ancient Martial Arts Academy also stood up, speaking with deep anguish.

"Principal, the path of martial arts emphasizes a down-to-earth approach, training rigorously in both winter and summer."

"But Lin Fan, on the other hand, preaches 'getting stronger by spending money' and 'luck is also a form of strength'."

"What is this if not a twisted heresy?"

"If this continues, the academic atmosphere of Jing University will be completely ruined."

"I suggest immediately suspending all of Lin Fan's courses and expelling him from Jing University."

"Seconded!"

"I second that too!"

The seven or eight old professors present all expressed their resolute stance, as if they wouldn't rest until Lin Fan was driven away.

Li Daozong sighed.

He was well aware of the commotion Lin Fan had caused.

But...

Lin Fan's identity was too special.

Not only was he a specially appointed Major General by the military, but he also had the General Ye Canglan, Ye Canglan, backing him.

More importantly, Wang Wenyuan, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Education, had called him two days ago, subtly hinting that Lin Fan should be given some "teaching freedom."

This made things very difficult for him as Principal.

On one side were the school's veterans, and on the other, an influential figure he couldn't afford to offend.

"Everyone, please calm down."

Li Daozong waved his hand, trying to soothe their emotions.

"Professor Lin Fan's teaching methods are indeed... well, a bit novel."

"However, as far as I know, the breakthrough rate among students in the Practical Combat Academy has indeed increased recently."

"That's forcing growth!"

Director Zhang unceremoniously interrupted the Principal.

"Realms achieved through medicine, combat power accumulated through equipment—those are hollow!"

"Once they encounter true life-and-death combat, these flashy show-offs are sure to die!"

Just then.

The office door was pushed open.

"Oh, so lively in here?"

Lin Fan walked in leisurely, hands in his pockets.

Qin Feng, looking nervous, followed behind him.

Seeing Lin Fan's flippant demeanor, the old professors present grew even more incensed.

"Lin Fan, you have the nerve to show your face here!"

Director Zhang pointed at Lin Fan's nose and cursed.

"This is Jing University! It's a sacred hall of academia! Not your street stall!"

Lin Fan wasn't angry; he pulled up a chair and sat down, casually picking up a fruit from the table and taking a bite.

"Director Zhang, I don't like to hear that."

"What do you mean 'street stall'?"

"I am conducting extremely profound practical teaching in Resource Probability Studies."

"Resource Probability Studies?"

Professor Wang sneered.

"Inventing fancy names, grandstanding!"

"What kind of trash is in your so-called blind boxes? Don't think we don't know."

Lin Fan shrugged.

"Trash?"

"Professor Wang, if the students who drew A-grade inheritances heard you say that, they'd be heartbroken."

"Besides, on the battlefield, what equipment you pick up and what opportunities you encounter are inherently random."

"I'm just preparing them in advance for the brutality and uncertainty of the battlefield."

"How can that be called grandstanding?"

"You... you're twisting logic!"

Professor Wang's beard trembled with anger.

"The foundation of a martial artist is oneself, a body and will tempered through countless trials!"

"You're letting students indulge in external objects; you're ruining them!"

Lin Fan's smile faded, and his eyes gradually sharpened.

He placed the half-eaten apple on the table, leaned forward slightly, and an invisible pressure instantly spread.

"Professor Wang, you are a doyen of the Ancient Martial Arts Academy; I respect you greatly."

"However, times have changed."

"On the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, exotic beasts won't talk about martial ethics with you, and abyss demons won't wait for you to strike a pose before attacking."

"When your student is holding a rusty iron sword, facing a Lord-level exotic beast covered in scales,"

"Do you think his tempered will can save him, or can the armor-piercing thunderbolt from my blind box save him?"

Lin Fan's voice wasn't loud, yet every word was incisive, like heavy hammers striking everyone's hearts.

"You say external objects are hollow?"

"Then tell me, are the new alloy equipments that the military invests hundreds of billions in annually hollow?"

"Are the ancient artifacts that the nation spends huge sums to excavate from ruins hollow?"

"Admit it, everyone."

"You just can't accept that everything you've taught for a lifetime has been easily surpassed by a few boxes of mine."

"You're not angry that I've corrupted the school's ethos."

"Rather, you're angry that I've shaken your authority."

Silence.

The entire office fell into a dead silence.

The old professors' faces were flushed, wanting to retort, but unable to find the right words.

Because what Lin Fan said was the truth.

In this era where resources reigned supreme, equipment and elixirs could indeed greatly narrow the gap between martial artists.

"Nonsense!"

Director Zhang slammed the table, breaking the silence.

"Lin Fan, don't try to twist concepts here!"

"Equipment is important, but it must be built on a strong foundation of oneself!"

"Your opportunistic approach can only cultivate useless individuals!"

"I disagree!"

"I do not approve of your teaching philosophy!"

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Disagree?"

"That's easy to deal with."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping across the room, finally resting on Director Zhang's face.

"Since we are all martial artists, let's resolve this the martial artist's way."

"A fight?"

Director Zhang snorted coldly.

"No, no, how could I fight with my seniors? That would be impolite."

Lin Fan waved his hand, a familiar Shrewd Merchant smile appearing on his face.

"Let's compare teaching quality."

"Isn't there a school-wide freshman practical combat exercise in a week?"

"Let's make that our wager."

Lin Fan extended a finger.

"I heard that Professor Wang has an elite class, gathering the top fifty geniuses from the Ancient Martial Arts Academy, each with S-grade talent."

"And my Blind Box Class consists of students you've picked over, or those with average talent."

"Let's have these two classes compete in the practical combat exercise."

"If my students lose,"

"I, Lin Fan, will immediately pack up and leave, and double the amount of all the points I've earned back to the students."

Upon hearing this, the entire room erupted in an uproar.

Double the refund?

That's hundreds of millions of points!

Is this kid crazy?

"However."

Lin Fan changed his tone.

"If my students win,"

"All of you professors, from now on, when you see me, you must respectfully call me 'Teacher Lin'."

"And you must acknowledge my teaching model and no longer interfere with my class."

"How about it? Do you dare to bet?"

Lin Fan's eyes were full of provocation.

Director Zhang and Professor Wang exchanged glances.

elite class versus Blind Box Class?

This was practically a dimensional crush!

The students in the elite class not only had exceptional talent but also possessed an incredibly solid foundation after half a semester of their devilish training.

And Lin Fan's class?

Besides a bunch of gambling addicts who thought about opening blind boxes all day, what else was there?

This was practically a victory handed to them on a silver platter!

"Good!"

Professor Wang was the first to step forward, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

"A bet it is!"

"Lin Fan, you're looking for death yourself!"

"Don't blame us old folks for not giving you face when you lose!"

Director Zhang also nodded.

"I agree too."

"However, for the sake of fairness, this exercise must be conducted under the supervision of all faculty and students."

"No problem."

Lin Fan snapped his fingers, his smile as bright as a flower.

"Principal, will you bear witness?"

Li Daozong, who had been silent, gazed deeply at Lin Fan.

He always felt that this kid was digging another pit.

And a huge one at that.

But he had no other option now but to nod in agreement.

"Alright, it's settled then."

"The practical combat exercise in a week will reveal the outcome."

Stepping out of the Principal's office.

Qin Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking at Lin Fan with worry.

"Brother Fan, didn't you go too far?"

"I've heard about Professor Wang's elite class; they're really strong."

"Especially their class leader, Zhao Wuji, who is said to be at the peak of Martial Artist Nine Stars and could break through to Martial Master at any time."

"Can our class students... really do it?"

Lin Fan stopped, looked back at the administrative building, and a cold smile played on his lips.

"Whether they can or not isn't about talent."

"It's about whether they've spent enough money."

He patted Qin Feng's shoulder.

"Spread the word."

"Starting today, the Myriad Treasures Pavilion will launch a special 'Exercise Edition' blind box."

"Targeted enhancements, guaranteed excellent quality."

"Tell those students."

"Want to win? Want to slap those geniuses who look down on them?"

"Then spend money until you drop!"

"This week, I'm going to completely drain their wallets!"