3: Damn it, he tricked me!

[Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!]

In Lin Fan's mind, the System's notifications exploded frantically!

[Subversive performance! Shocking the whole audience! prestige value +1000!]

[Destroying a Standard Force-Measuring Monument across levels! prestige value +500!]

[Attracting high attention from military observers! prestige value +300!]

[Slapping the faces of mockers! prestige value +200!]

[Current prestige value: 2100 points!]

[Achievement unlocked: Showing One's Talent!]

[Reward: Intermediate lucky draw x1!]

Lin Fan was secretly surprised.

Since obtaining the Buddhas Palm and the Black-Grade Pagoda, today was his first time using them.

To be honest, he didn't really have an accurate concept of their power.

Summarized in twelve words—knowing it was awesome, but not knowing it was this awesome!

Suppressing his emotions, he looked up at the Viewing Platform.

He looked at Colonel Zhao.

He looked at Principal Wang.

Finally, he looked at Xiao Zhan, whose face was as pale as paper.

He spoke.

His voice wasn't loud.

But in the deathly silent arena, it clearly reached everyone's ears:

"Sorry."

"I used a bit too much strength."

"This monument..."

"The quality doesn't seem very good."

"..."

"..."

Deathly silence.

A deathly silence that lasted for ten seconds.

The entire Martial Arts Hall was so quiet that one could hear breathing.

No, there wasn't even the sound of breathing.

Everyone seemed to have been put on pause.

Eyes wide, mouths agape, they stared intently at the heap of smoking metal wreckage in the center of the field.

And at the youth in front of the wreckage, whose expression was terrifyingly calm.

Lin Fan.

Lin Fan, with a blood qi value of 0.87.

The school's recognized martial arts Trash for the past three years.

With one palm.

A light, effortless palm.

He had smashed the Standard Type-III Force-Measuring Monument, which could withstand a full-strength blow from a Peak Martial Artist Realm... into fragments.

*Gulp.*

Someone swallowed their saliva.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silence.

Then!

"Boom!!!"

It exploded!

It completely exploded!

"What did I... just see?!"

"Buddha's Light! That was Buddha's Light, right?!"

"One palm to shatter the monument! F*ck, he smashed the force-measuring monument with one palm!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. An illusion, it must be an illusion! You can't scare me!!! Damn it, who peed in my pants?!!!"

"Dammit!!! He actually pulled it off!!!"

"Motherf*cker, if he's not cheating, I'll eat..."

"Lin Fan... wasn't Lin Fan 0.87?!"

"pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger! This is definitely pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger!"

"Damn, if I'd known, I would've hidden a move too. This is just too f*cking showy!"

"There's a problem, definitely a problem!"

"Holy sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t..."

Screams!

Exclamations!

Doubts!

Roars... all mixed together, almost lifting the roof off the arena!

All the students went crazy!

The teachers went crazy too!

Teacher Li Zhenhai bent down to pick up the recording board, his hands shaking so much that he couldn't pick it up after three tries.

Finally, he just gave up, straightened his back, and looked at Lin Fan as if he had seen a ghost.

On the Viewing Platform.

Principal Wang slowly sat down.

Then suddenly stood up.

Then sat down again.

His Adam's apple bobbed; he opened his mouth but made no sound.

Having taught for thirty years, he had seen many Geniuses.

But a high school student who could shatter a Standard Type-III Force-Measuring Monument with one palm?

Unheard of!

Colonel Zhao, however, was completely different.

From the moment he saw the Buddha's Light, his eyes never left Lin Fan.

Sharp, scrutinizing, but deep down, there was an uncontrollable excitement.

Like a hunter who had discovered the ultimate prey.

"Old Zhao..." Principal Wang finally found his voice and said dryly, "This..."

"Shut up."

Colonel Zhao interrupted him, his gaze still locked on Lin Fan:

"Just watch."

In the center of the field.

Lin Fan stood there, bearing the gaze of the entire audience.

Deep in his mind, the System's notifications were still dinging incessantly.

[The scene continues to be shocked! prestige value +50! +50! +50!... Continuous shock has reached the limit for this prestige act.]

[Current prestige value: 2600 points!]

Listening to these sounds, Lin Fan was already feeling incredibly satisfied.

Acting tough is so f*cking great!!!

No wonder that prick Xiao Zhan would act tough in front of him every chance he got.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the Class Seven queue.

It swept over Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan's expression at this moment was indescribably vivid.

Alternating between blue and white, his lips trembled.

His eyes were filled with terror! Disbelief! Jealousy!

And a hint of... breakdown.

He had just been mocking Lin Fan.

Still showing off his blood qi value of 1.94.

Still imagining how he would humiliate this Trash after the Martial Arts Examination.

But now.

Lin Fan used a single palm.

A light, effortless palm.

He had crushed all of his pride, all of his superiority, all of his mockery... into powder.

Crushed them until not even dregs remained.

"No... impossible..."

Xiao Zhan's lips trembled as he muttered to himself:

"He must have cheated... he must have used some forbidden medicine... or there was something wrong with that monument in the first place..."

His voice grew louder as he spoke, as if trying to convince himself:

"Yes! It's definitely the monument's problem! The quality of this batch of force-measuring monuments is no good!"

Just as he finished speaking.

"Hmph."

Lin Fan laughed.

He looked at Xiao Zhan, his gaze calm:

"Instead of barking like a dog, you should have done what I did during the test."

"Shatter it!"

Xiao Zhan's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

"You!"

He wanted to curse, to rush forward, to tear apart Lin Fan's calm face.

But his feet seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move.

Because Lin Fan glanced at him.

Just that one glance.

The hairs all over Xiao Zhan's body stood on end!

As if he were being stared down by some ancient Vicious Beast!

The sensation of death instantly enveloped his entire body!

He had no doubt that if he rushed forward now... he would die.

He would really die.

"Silence!!"

The Dean of Academic Affairs finally came to his senses and grabbed a megaphone to roar:

"All students! Maintain order! All class teachers, maintain discipline!"

"Lin Fan!"

He looked at the center of the field, his voice complex:

"You... you go wait to the side first."

Lin Fan nodded and walked toward the sideline.

Wherever he went, the crowd automatically parted to make a path.

The way all the students looked at him had completely changed.

Before it was mockery! Indifference! Disdain... now it had turned into awe! Fear! Curiosity! Even worship.

In the front row, Su Muyu watched him approach.

Her cold eyes flickered slightly.

The moment they brushed past each other.

She suddenly spoke, her voice very light:

"That palm strike... what is it called?"

Lin Fan's steps paused.

He looked at her sideways.

Su Muyu also looked at him, her gaze serious.

"Heh."

Lin Fan gave a faint smile and didn't answer; after smiling, he continued walking forward.

Is the School Belle so great?

Does he have to answer just because she asks?

Su Muyu stood in place, Lin Fan's smile lingering in her mind.

She wasn't angry.

She just thought it was very interesting.

"Lin Fan... I'll remember you!"

On the Viewing Platform.

Colonel Zhao finally withdrew his gaze and looked at Principal Wang:

"Principal Wang, change the force-measuring monument and continue the test."

"As for Lin Fan..."

He paused:

"After the test is over, bring him to see me."

"Yes!" Principal Wang nodded hurriedly.

Colonel Zhao added another sentence:

"Alone."

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