209: Chapter 209 The Old Teacher's Bet

The news of the bet between Lin Fan and the old professors was like a heavy bomb, instantly detonating throughout Kyoto University.

"Have you heard? Professor Lin is going head-to-head with Professor Wang from the Ancient Martial Arts Academy."

"The Blind Box Class against the elite class? Isn't that like throwing an egg against a rock?"

"Yeah, the elite class is the face of this year's freshmen. Any one of them you pick out has an S-Rank Talent."

"And Lin Fan's class... to be honest, besides being rich, they don't seem to have any other merits."

On the campus forum, the discussion thread about this bet was instantly pushed to the number one trending spot.

Almost no one had faith in Lin Fan.

After all, the long-standing consensus in the martial arts world was: talent determines the ceiling, while hard cultivation determines the floor.

Relying on external items? That was considered a crooked path.

Some people even started a betting pool on the forum.

elite class win rate: 1 to 1.1.

Blind Box Class win rate: 1 to 10.

These odds were practically a blatant insult.

...

Ancient Martial Arts Academy, elite class training ground.

Professor Wang stood on a high platform with his hands behind his back, watching the fifty students below who were sweating profusely.

These students all had steady auras and sharp movements; every move and style was filled with a sense of power.

Especially the young man standing at the very front.

His name was Zhao Tian, a member of a branch of the Kyoto Zhao Family. Although not from the main line, his talent was extremely high, possessing the S-Rank "Mad Lion Bloodline."

At this moment, his entire body emitted a faint golden light. When he threw a punch, the air let out an explosive boom.

"Very good."

Professor Wang nodded with satisfaction.

"Stop for a moment."

The students immediately stopped and stood at attention. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, showing strict discipline.

"I have some news for everyone,"

Professor Wang said in a loud voice.

"In the practical combat exercise a week from now, our opponent will be that 'Blind Box Class' led by Lin Fan."

"Haha!"

The students erupted into a burst of laughter.

"Teacher, you're not joking, are you? Fight them?"

"That group of gambling dogs who only know how to draw prizes? I could take on ten of them by myself!"

"It's too unchallenging; it's practically a waste of time."

Zhao Tian curled his lip in even greater disdain.

"Teacher, an opponent like this doesn't deserve our full effort."

Professor Wang pressed his hands down, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"Do not underestimate the enemy."

"Although their strength isn't much, that Lin Fan has strange methods and quite a few bizarre props in his hands."

"However, in the face of absolute strength, all fancy tricks are just for show."

"This exercise is not just a match."

"It is to defend the dignity of our Ancient Martial Arts Academy and to prove the legitimacy of traditional martial arts!"

"I want you not only to win but to win beautifully!"

"You must crush them utterly and let them know what a true martial artist is!"

"Yes!"

The fifty students roared in unison, their momentum shaking the heavens.

In their eyes, there was no longer any suspense about this match.

They even began to discuss whether they should use thirty percent or fifty percent of their power to avoid beating those noobs to death.

...

On the other side.

Practical Combat Academy, Lecture Hall No. 1.

The atmosphere here was completely different.

There were no hot-blooded slogans, no neat formations.

Students were gathered in small groups of two or three; some had worried faces, while others were sighing in despair.

"It's over, it's over. We're dead meat this time."

"Fight the elite class? Isn't that just delivering our heads on a silver platter?"

"I heard that guy Zhao Tian is about to break through to Martial Master. How can we fight that?"

"Professor Lin is pushing us into a fiery pit!"

Although they were addicted to blind boxes, they weren't stupid.

This kind of gap in strength was not something one or two props could make up for.

Just as everyone was in a state of panic...

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Crisp clapping sounds came from the podium.

Lin Fan had appeared there at some unknown point.

He still had that smiling appearance, as if he were completely unaware that the public opinion outside had already roasted him to a crisp.

"What? Cowardly before the fight has even started?"

Lin Fan scanned the room, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Weren't you just shouting 'Godfather is awesome' earlier? Why are you all looking like frost-bitten eggplants now?"

"Teacher... it's not a matter of being cowardly."

Li Gou stood up with a bitter face.

"It's a matter of going to our deaths."

"They are the regular army, and we're just a ragtag bunch. How can we fight?"

"A ragtag bunch?"

Lin Fan let out a scoff.

"Who told you that you're a ragtag bunch?"

He pulled out a huge metal box from behind him and slammed it heavily onto the podium.

Boom!

With a loud bang, even the podium trembled a few times.

Lin Fan opened the box.

Instantly, multi-colored light illuminated the entire classroom.

All the students subconsciously covered their eyes.

When they adjusted to the light and saw what was in the box, their mouths hung open wide enough to fit a lightbulb.

Inside the box, various never-before-seen potions, talismans, and even miniature array disks emitting terrifying fluctuations were neatly arranged.

"This is..."

"Let me introduce them."

Lin Fan picked up a bottle of potion that was as red as blood.

"This is the

Berserk Potion Version 2.0. Drink it, and within five minutes, your sense of pain will vanish, and your strength will double. The only side effect is having diarrhea for three days."

He then picked up a black talisman.

"This is a Weakness Curse Talisman. As long as it's stuck on an opponent, even a Martial Master will instantly feel hollowed out, their legs so weak they can't even stand."

He then pointed to the array disk.

"This is a Gravity Trap. Step on it, and ten times gravity will press down on you. Even Zhao Tian would have to crawl on the ground and eat dirt for me!"

Lin Fan's voice was full of seduction.

"Students."

"Your talent is indeed inferior to theirs."

"Your cultivation time is indeed shorter than theirs."

"But!"

"You have an advantage they don't."

"And that is, you have a rich... oh no, you have a teacher who is willing to provide you with 'Money Power'!"

Lin Fan gave a sudden wave of his hand.

"Don't they look down on you?"

"Don't they say you're just gambling dogs?"

"Then use the props in your hands to ruthlessly smash their pride!"

"Tell them, the times have changed!"

"As long as the points are sufficient, I can even cripple a Martial Saint for you!"

The entire room was deathly silent.

Everyone stared at the items in the box, their breathing beginning to quicken.

Those bottles of potions and those talismans were no longer just commodities in their eyes.

That was dignity!

That was power!

That was the hope of stepping on those high-and-mighty geniuses!

"Teacher! How much is this potion?"

Li Gou was the first to roar out, his eyes as red as a rabbit's.

"Not expensive."

Lin Fan revealed a devilish smile.

"For this exercise, I've launched the 'Avengers Package'."

"Only 998 points, and you can take the whole set home!"

"Moreover, we support installment plans and campus loans. The interest... is just a little bit lower than a loan shark's."

"Sold!"

"I'll buy it too!"

"I want a loan! I'm going to kill Zhao Tian!"

"I want those grandsons in the elite class to know what a Pay-to-Win player is!"

The atmosphere in the classroom was instantly ignited.

The original fear and despondency were swept away, replaced by a frenzied fighting spirit and... a desire to spend.

Lin Fan looked at this group of howling students and nodded with satisfaction.

That's more like it.

There's nothing that spending money can't solve.

If there is, it's because you haven't spent enough.

"Qin Feng, keep the books!"

Lin Fan gave a grand wave of his hand.

"This week, we will conduct special training."

"The content of the special training is—how to use the most sinister, despicable, and shameless means to unleash the maximum power of the props in your hands!"

"Remember our slogan!"

The entire class shouted in unison, their voices shaking the whole teaching building:

"Life and death are trifles; if you're not convinced, let's fight!"

"Win and it's models at the club; lose and it's hard labor at sea!"

"Long live pay-to-win! Long live Godfather!"

...

At the same time.

Lin Fan pulled out his phone and logged into the campus forum.

Looking at those 1 to 10 odds, he didn't hesitate to make a move.

"My entire net worth, betting on the Blind Box Class to win."

Looking at the tens of millions of points that were instantly emptied from his account (which was all the wealth he had earned during this period), the smile on the corner of Lin Fan's mouth grew even more brilliant.

With this wave...

He wouldn't just win respect.

He would also pocket all the liquid capital of the entire Kyoto University.