Chapter 152 The Western Delegation's Provocation? Your Holy Son is still washing my feet!
Mondays at the Imperial Capital Martial Arts University were usually solemn and majestic.
But today's martial arts arena was filled with a thick smell of cheese and an air of arrogance.
The "Global Academic Exchange Delegation," jointly formed by the Western "Hall of Gods" and the "Tianli Research Institute," had arrived.
Leading them was the man claimed to be Saint Arthur's elder brother—Augustus, the "son of light."
This Peak Great Grandmaster Realm Prodigy was wearing a set of exaggerated pure gold armor, sitting on the rostrum and looking down coldly at the students below.
"The education in the Great Xia Kingdom is indeed backward," Augustus said in broken Chinese, his voice booming through the speakers and making everyone's eardrums ache. "I heard your champion is a coward who only knows how to sleep? He even kidnapped our pure Saintess Alisa?"
"Hand over Jiang Chen, hand over the Saintess; otherwise, in today's exchange match, I will leave the entire younger generation of Great Xia with psychological trauma."
The freshmen below were trembling with rage. Just as Little Fatty Chen was about to curse, his mouth was stuffed with a giant carrot.
"What's all the noise? It's early morning; eating carrots is good for your eyesight."
Jiang Chen appeared.
He still had that same careless, disheveled look, and hadn't even changed out of his spongebob pajamas. He had simply thrown on a black trench coat with the words "National Consultant" on it—Director Lei Ting had forced him to wear it, saying it was for the sake of national dignity.
Iliya followed Jiang Chen closely like a little sidekick, carrying a thick stack of freshly printed "Sleep Management Regulations."
"You are Jiang Chen?" Augustus stood up abruptly, golden Holy Light condensing into a pair of wings behind his back. "Kneel and repent for your blasphemy!"
Jiang Chen rubbed the crust from the corner of his eyes and didn't even glance at him. Instead, he turned to Iliya and said, "Little Fox, is this your Saint brother? Why does he feel... even more like a light bulb than you?"
"Master, he is at the Peak of the Great Grandmaster realm. Be careful of his 'Holy Light Judgment'." Iliya pinched the corner of her clothes nervously.
"A Great Grandmaster, huh..." Jiang Chen yawned again, his gaze sweeping over the attendants behind Augustus. "Anyway, stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, make it quick. I just bought some 'Ten-Thousand-Year Duck Down' from Kunlun, and I'm in a hurry to go back and test my pillow."
"You're courting death! Light Binding!" Augustus pointed a finger.
A thick golden chain tore through the air, its speed almost exceeding the speed of sound.
Jiang Chen stood where he was without moving, and even reached out to scratch his butt.
At the instant the chain was about to touch him, Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed.
Mental Energy, Sixth-Level Grandmaster—Erupt.
Within his powerful Divine Sense field, the golden light rope seemed to enter a thick swamp, its speed slowing down to a crawl.
Jiang Chen raised his hand and gave it an extremely perfunctory slap.
"Pa!"
Just like swatting a mosquito.
That Holy Light chain, condensed with a Great Grandmaster's True Qi, actually shattered like fragile glass the moment it contacted Jiang Chen's palm, turning into bits of golden light that instead added some special effects to Jiang Chen's pajamas.
"What?!" Augustus's pupils shrank suddenly.
"You call this binding? The rope used to tie crabs in my hometown is tighter than this." Jiang Chen clapped his hands in disgust.
"Since you like playing with ropes so much..." A wicked smile curled on the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth. His Mental Energy materialized, instantly condensing a dozen purple "Mental Tentacles" with suckers in the atmosphere.
"I'll play with you too."
"What kind of evil sorcery is this?!" Augustus wanted to retreat, but found his body pinned down by a terrifying gravity.
Entwined by those dozen or so purple tentacles, the proud "son of light" was hoisted into mid-air, his posture extremely... artistic.
"Let me go! You demon! This is a provocation against the Church!" Augustus discovered in horror that these tentacles were continuously absorbing the Holy Light within him, and his mental sea was slowly collapsing.
"Be quiet." Jiang Chen extended a finger and pressed it in the void.
Augustus's mouth was instantly sealed by a ball of Mental Energy.
"From now on, you are my 'mobile lighting equipment'." Jiang Chen waved to Principal Shen below. "Principal, I think this lighting effect is pretty good. We happen to lack a light for night training, so let's just leave him hanging there, the twenty-four-hour non-stop kind."
All the teachers and students: "..."
The people from the Western delegation were scared witless. A Peak Great Grandmaster! Hung up like a doll in front of Jiang Chen?
"Jiang Chen, if you do this, the 'Godslayers' from the 'Tianli Research Institute' might directly launch..." Mu Qingxue walked onto the stage. Although her tone was worried, her eyes were full of "well done."
"Let them come."
Jiang Chen turned around and looked toward the distant horizon, where a massive aura that had been slumbering for a long time was awakening.
"Perfect, my new bed still needs an 'air base' that can automatically adjust the air pressure."
Holding his pillow, he walked unsteadily toward the dormitory again under everyone's gaze.
"Um... Su Qingyue, tonight I want to eat that bird's nest stewed with Kunlun Snow Frog. Add more Calming Powder; I want to... sleep for a long time."
The setting sun lengthened his shadow. In this campus full of geniuses, that pajama-clad youth was ruling the nightmares of this high-martial era in an extremely rogue-like manner.