Chapter 72 A Veteran's Provocation: This Top Student is Getting a Little Arrogant

"Zhao Ritian, right? Come on up. Remember to bring a greeting gift; I don't accept trash."

Jiang Chen's voice was lazy, as if he were greeting a food delivery guy, showing absolutely no regard for this junior-year top-ranked student.

Downstairs, Zhao Ritian turned green with rage upon hearing this.

As the dignified top-ranked student on the Dragon-Tiger Ranking and a Peak First-Stage Grandmaster, he was someone who could walk sideways at Imperial Capital Martial Arts University. When had he ever suffered such an insult?

"Arrogant! Simply courting death!"

Zhao Ritian roared, slamming his foot down.

Boom!

The sturdy bluestone road instantly cracked. He shot up like a golden cannonball, smashing through the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion and rushing to the top floor with a violent gust of wind.

"Who gave you the courage to speak to a senior like that? Liang Jingru?!"

The voice arrived before the person.

With a loud bang, the door to the VIP room was kicked open violently. Zhao Ritian held a long spear, his body wreathed in golden light, looking like a descending war god. His tiger-like eyes were fixed on Jiang Chen, the rage in them practically overflowing.

"Jiang Chen! You killed my cousin Zhao Gang (a distant relative of Lei Gang) and crippled my uncle! Today, I will trample you under my feet in front of the entire school and let you know what respect for elders means!"

Jiang Chen was sitting on the sofa, holding the red wine that Su Manyu had just poured. Facing this aggressive questioning, he merely frowned slightly, then... took a sip of wine.

"Um... did you not see the sign at the entrance before coming in?"

Jiang Chen pointed to the door that had been kicked away. "It says 'Private Property, No Noise.' Also, this door is made of red sandalwood and is worth three million. Remember to pay for it."

"Pay your grandfather!"

Zhao Ritian almost choked. Was this kid obsessed with money?

"Enough nonsense! Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

He pulled a golden challenge letter from his robes and slammed it onto the table. "A Life-and-Death Arena! We will determine who is better, and who lives or dies! If you're a coward, kneel and knock your head three times, then get out of Imperial Capital Martial Arts University!"

"Life-and-Death Arena?"

Jiang Chen put down his wine glass, picked up the challenge letter, and looked at it with disdain. "Why is it always this routine? Can't you people come up with something new? Like... who can sleep longer? Or who has more creative dreams?"

The students and instructors who had gathered to watch were speechless.

Big brother! This is a martial arts world! Not a sleeping competition!

"Just say you don't dare!" Zhao Ritian looked down at Jiang Chen, a look of contempt curling his lips. "A freshman should have the self-awareness of a freshman. Don't think you're invincible just because you got lucky and killed Wang Xiaotian. That was him being careless! In front of me, Zhao Ritian, your little tricks are not enough."

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, seemingly interested.

He stood up and walked slowly toward Zhao Ritian. The distance between them was less than half a meter; they were similar in height, but their Auras were completely different.

One was sharp, like a drawn sword; the other was lazy and casual, like a cat on a lazy afternoon.

"You want to fight?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Duh!"

"Then what if I win?" Jiang Chen rubbed his fingers together.

"You win?" Zhao Ritian looked as if he had heard a joke. "If you can win, I'll give you my 'Dragon-Gall Silver Spear'! This is a High Grade Earth Rank Spiritual Artifact!"

"Too hard, it hurts my hands, I don't want it." Jiang Chen shook his head.

Zhao Ritian: "..."

"Then what do you want?!"

Jiang Chen touched his chin, scanned Zhao Ritian, and finally stopped on his... feet.

"I think those socks of yours are nice, pretty sturdy."

Jiang Chen said with a serious face, "How about this, if you lose, you'll handle my socks for a semester. Not only wash them, but hand-wash them, dry them, and fold them neatly by my bedside. How about that?"

The whole place was silent.

Then, a burst of violent coughing erupted.

Mu Qingxue covered her forehead, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

Su Manyu laughed until she swayed, the waves on her chest making many male students stare.

"Wash... wash socks?!"

Zhao Ritian's face turned the color of pig liver instantly. This was naked humiliation! Worse than killing him!

"Jiang Chen! You go too far!"

"Just tell me if you dare or not." Jiang Chen interrupted his roar and yawned. "If not, forget it. I need to go back to sleep. I was too tired last night, didn't sleep well."

As he said this, he deliberately looked at Su Manyu and Mu Qingxue beside him, his gaze ambiguous.

The information in this sentence was too much!

The gazes of those around them instantly became strange. Last night? Too tired? And in front of two goddesses?

Zhao Ritian felt like his head was turning green (although he had nothing to do with these two goddesses, it was a man's instinctive jealousy).

"Fine! I accept!"

Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth, every word squeezed out from between his teeth. "But I have a condition! If you lose, I want you to shout 'I am trash' three times in public, and then crawl through my crotch!"

"Deal."

Jiang Chen agreed very readily, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Then now! See you at the arena!"

Zhao Ritian turned and left; he didn't want to stay for another second, fearing he wouldn't be able to stop himself from attacking.

Watching Zhao Ritian's departing back, Mu Qingxue walked to Jiang Chen's side with some worry.

"You are too impulsive. Although Zhao Ritian is arrogant, he has real skills. His spear technique has been passed down by the 'Spear God,' and he has already comprehended Spear Intent. You just had a Breakthrough to Grandmaster, and your Realm is not stable yet..."

"Relax, Teacher."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, took the starry blue pillow from his robes, and held it in his arms, a confident (sleepy) smile on his face.

"Spear Intent? Can it be stronger than my Waking Up Anger?"

"Besides..." He lowered his voice and leaned into Mu Qingxue's ear, "I just happen to want to try the new gameplay of 'Nightmare · Borrowing Force to Strike Force.' I heard... it can make people suffer social death?"

Mu Qingxue was stunned. Looking at Jiang Chen's malicious eyes, she suddenly mourned for Zhao Ritian for three seconds.

Who is bad to provoke, why provoke this Sleep God full of bad water?

The news spread quickly.

In less than half an hour, the central arena of Imperial Capital Martial Arts University was packed again.

This time, not only freshmen, but even sophomores and juniors came. After all, Zhao Ritian was a prominent figure, and this battle concerned the face of the senior students.

The betting started again.

"Bet on Senior Zhao! Must bet on Senior Zhao! That's the descendant of the Spear God!"

"I bet on Jiang Chen! Sleep God is the best! And his sock-washing bet is too funny, I want to see it!"

Su Manyu did not go down personally this time but sent a subordinate to silently bet 100 million on Jiang Chen.

"Little man, don't let me down." She swayed the red wine glass in the box, her eyes blurred.

On the arena.

Zhao Ritian held his long spear, looking majestic.

Jiang Chen was still dressed in pajamas and slippers, holding a pillow, standing there swaying as if he would fall at any moment.

"Referee, can we start? I'm in a hurry." Jiang Chen urged.

"Start!"

The referee gave the order.

"Go to hell! Tyrant Spear — Sweeping the Army!"

Zhao Ritian didn't waste any words and used his ultimate move right away.

The long spear was like a Dragon, rolling up clouds of golden light, carrying the Aura of sweeping everything, straight toward Jiang Chen's waist. If this spear hit, it would definitely break a person in half!

Facing this fatal blow, Jiang Chen closed his eyes.

[Skill Activated: Sleepwalking Steps · Ultimate Version.]

[Current Status: Sleepwalking.]

[Combat Strategy: As long as I don't wake up, you can't hit me.]

At the moment the sharp spear tip was about to touch his clothes, Jiang Chen's body, as if boneless, bent backward at a 90-degree angle in a very strange way.

"Whoosh!"

The long spear swept past his nose.

"What?!" Zhao Ritian was shocked.

Before he could change his move, Jiang Chen's body bounced back like a spring.

He didn't counterattack but took a step forward.

This step, seemingly stumbling, landed exactly in the blind spot of Zhao Ritian's attack.

Immediately after, Jiang Chen reached out his hand.

He wasn't trying to grab the spear, nor was he trying to hit someone.

His hand, extremely precise and extremely stealthy... hooked onto Zhao Ritian's belt.

[Combat Flavor F: Borrowing Force to Strike Force (Added some personal touches).]

"This spear technique is good, it's just... the pants are a bit loose."

Jiang Chen muttered in his dream.

Then, borrowing the huge inertia of Zhao Ritian turning and returning the spear, Jiang Chen's fingers hooked and flicked.

"Snap!"

A very faint sound, but like thunder in the ears of a master, rang out.

That was... the sound of the belt snapping.

Zhao Ritian felt a chill in his lower body, and a certain sense of restraint suddenly disappeared.

Before he could react to what happened, he felt his pants... slipping down with an unstoppable trend.

"I... holy crap?!"

Zhao Ritian's eyes widened in horror, and he almost couldn't hold the long spear in his hand.

In this arena under the spotlight, in this life-and-death duel, his pants... fell off?!

And inside, he was wearing... red year-of-birth underwear?!

It even had a... Pleasant Goat embroidered on it?!

The whole place was silent.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, looking at this incredible scene that would go down in history.

"Pfft..."

Someone didn't know who laughed first.

Then, the entire arena erupted into earth-shattering laughter.

"Hahahaha! Red underwear! Pleasant Goat!"

"Senior Zhao has good taste! Is it your year of birth?"

"Is... is this the confidence of the strong? Going commando?"

Zhao Ritian's face turned from pig liver color to pale white, then to liver purple.

Social death!

This was a complete social death!

"Jiang Chen!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Zhao Ritian let out a desperate roar, holding his pants with one hand and waving his spear with the other, looking like a madman.

But fighting while holding his pants, his combat power was obviously greatly reduced.

Jiang Chen still had his eyes closed, walking leisurely amidst Zhao Ritian's chaotic spear technique.

"Don't be excited, it's normal to wear red in your year of birth."

Jiang Chen dodged while not forgetting to add insult to injury, "It's just this Pleasant Goat... is it a bit too childish?"

"Ahhhhh!"

Zhao Ritian's mentality completely collapsed.

He didn't want to fight anymore; he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Finally, after Jiang Chen "accidentally" stepped on his pants dragging on the ground again, Zhao Ritian fell down in grief and indignation and fainted (perhaps from anger).

The referee held back his laughter and raised his hand:

"Winner... Jiang Chen!"

Jiang Chen opened his eyes, looking at Zhao Ritian lying on the ground in a daze.

"Huh? Why did you lie down? We haven't finished fighting yet?"

He looked at the red flash of color exposed on Zhao Ritian, nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh... so you were tired. Then don't forget my socks, remember to wash them by hand."

After saying this, amidst the thunderous cheers (and laughter) of the audience, he hugged his pillow and walked off the arena, hiding his merit and fame.

Leaving only Zhao Ritian's desolate figure, which became a permanent legend of Imperial Capital Martial Arts University.