32: Chapter 32 Public Enemy of the Newcomers? No, I'm the Creditor of the Newcomers

On the lawn in front of the S01 Villa, seven or eight wailing New Students were already lying on the ground.

Lin Yuan was still lying lazily on a beach chair, his juice unfinished, and he hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Is there anyone else?"

"Do young people nowadays lack even this bit of spirit? S01 is right here; if you win, it's yours, and if you lose, it's only 50 credits. Take a gamble and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle!"

Although he spoke nicely, the cautionary tales lying on the ground were far too persuasive.

Although everyone was envious, no one wanted to go up and throw away their money for nothing.

Just as the situation was becoming awkward.

"Move aside."

The originally crowded crowd automatically parted to form a path, their eyes filled with awe.

Walking out was a youth dressed in a white training uniform, carrying a long sword on his back.

He was handsome, but his expression was extremely cold and arrogant, and a sharp sword intent radiated from his whole body, as if he were a drawn sword.

"It's Gu Feng!"

"Third on the New Student Ranking! The young master of the Gu family from the Magic Capital! I heard his family's sword technique has already reached the Micro Realm!"

"Young Master Gu is here! Now things are going to get interesting!"

Gu Feng ignored the surrounding discussion and walked straight to Lin Yuan, his gaze like a torch:

"Lin Yuan, put away your provocation tactics. Those small fries might be afraid of you, but I'm not."

He glanced at the card reader on the ground, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes:

"50 credits? I'm not interested in such petty games."

Gu Feng took out a golden student card from his pocket, held it between two fingers, and flicked it lightly.

Swoosh!

The gold card shot out like a flying knife, embedding itself firmly into the grass in front of Lin Yuan, three inches deep.

"There are 1000 credits on this card."

Gu Feng lifted his chin, his fighting spirit fierce: "I'll bet it against your S01 Villa. Do you dare to accept?"

1000 credits!

The whole crowd was in an uproar. That was equivalent to ten million Union coins! As expected of the young master of the Gu family; he was truly generous!

Lin Yuan, who had been sprawled on the chair, straightened his back the moment he heard that number.

He took off his sunglasses, and his lazy eyes instantly erupted with a light even more affectionate than seeing family.

"Oh my, this isn't a challenger; this is clearly a VIP customer!"

Lin Yuan kicked away the reclining chair and revealed an extremely brilliant smile:

"Accept! Of course, I accept! The customer is God. For these 1000 credits, I must at least stretch my muscles to show respect."

"Draw your weapon."

Gu Feng pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword behind his back, his expression solemn.

Although he was arrogant, he wasn't stupid. Lin Yuan being able to take first place was definitely not an empty reputation.

"A weapon?"

Lin Yuan looked around, then walked to a nearby flower bed and casually broke off a two-foot-long withered branch.

He waved the branch, which made a "whoosh" sound, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Using a blade against you would be bullying. This is just right."

"You!!"

"Lin Yuan, you will pay the price for your arrogance!"

Clang!

The long sword left its scabbard, flashing with cold light.

Gu Feng stopped talking nonsense, stepped on the ground, and his figure swept out like the wind.

B-Class Combat Skill — "Swift Wind Quick Sword"!

Swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, the sky full of sword shadows enveloped Lin Yuan.

Gu Feng's sword was extremely fast, with truth and illusion intertwined, as if weaving a seamless sword net that blocked all of Lin Yuan's evasive space.

Every sword aura pointed at Lin Yuan's vital points, vicious and unusual.

"So fast! I can't see the sword body at all!"

The watching New Students had their hearts in their throats.

However, in the center of the sword net, Lin Yuan's eyes only had pale golden data streams jumping.

【Gods Insight · Analyzing】

【Target: Gu Feng (Second Grade Middle Stage).】

【Combat Skill: "Swift Wind Quick Sword" (B-Class, Mastery).】

【Evaluation: The sword moves are flashy, but the heart is restless; to pursue speed, strength and flexibility in changing moves are sacrificed. Flaws: 36.】

Lin Yuan shook his head, and the withered branch in his hand pointed forward seemingly at random.

This poke had no frills, but it happened to hit the only gap in the sky full of sword shadows.

The sky full of sword shadows dissipated instantly.

Gu Feng's originally rushing figure stiffened abruptly, looking at his wrist with disbelief.

At this moment, the withered branch in Lin Yuan's hand was precisely pressed against the pulse point of his sword-wielding wrist.

As long as Lin Yuan used a little force, he could cripple his right hand.

"Your sword is too slow. Your heart is too chaotic."

"Thank you for the 1000 credits."

Lin Yuan put away the branch, pulled out the gold card from the ground, and tapped it on the card reader.

【Beep! 1000 credits received.】

"Who's next?"

Lin Yuan shook the gold card in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

Gu Feng's defeat did not scare everyone away; instead, it stirred up a greater commotion in the crowd.

"Everyone don't be afraid! He is also a human, and he will get tired!"

Someone in the crowd shouted: "That move just now must have consumed a lot of his mental energy! With so many of us, we can exhaust him to death with a wheel war!"

"Yes! That's right! Two fists are no match for four hands!"

"For S01! Charge!"

A group of New Students who thought they had found Lin Yuan's weakness rushed up as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"A wheel war?"

Lin Yuan laughed.

His physique had been tempered by the God-Demon Body Forging Technique, and coupled with the baptism of the Spirit Pool, his stamina was comparable to a human perpetual motion machine.

Want to exhaust him to death? In your next life.

For the next hour, a teaching session called "Fancy Beatdown" was staged at the entrance of the S01 Villa.

"I have the Herculean Body! Let's see how many of my punches you can take!"

"Get lost."

Lin Yuan didn't even activate the God-Demon Body Forging Technique, relying purely on physical strength to fight back.

The burly man flew backward at a faster speed and hung on a tree, doubting his life.

"My movement technique is at the Micro level! You can't hit me!" A skinny guy jumped around like a monkey.

"Fancy and useless."

Lin Yuan predicted his landing spot and tripped him with his foot.

Plop!

The skinny guy face-planted, slid ten meters, and was done for.

"Hehe, look at my poison needle!" A sinister guy hid in the crowd and threw hidden weapons.

【Psychic Reflection!】

Swoosh!

The poison needle drew a circle in the air and stabbed into the person's own butt.

"Argh—!!"

The scream echoed through the sky.

And at the edge of the battlefield, Lin Xiaoya's business was incredibly booming.

"Oh my, did this senior break his leg? Come get a bottle of Bone-Setting Water, 50 credits!"

"Is this senior sister's face swollen? De-swelling ointment is only 30 credits!"

The siblings, one responsible for beating people up and the other for saving them (for a fee), coordinated seamlessly, practically shearing the wool off these New Students until they were bald.

Finally, no one dared to take another step forward.

The eyes of the remaining people looking at Lin Yuan had changed from their initial anger to fear, and even... worship.

Is this a New Student?

This is clearly an tireless, all-powerful, invincible combat machine!

【Current Credits: 23500】

In just half a day, he had raked in over 20,000 credits! This was equivalent to the total for a regular student doing missions for two years!

"Is there anyone else who wants to send money?"

Lin Yuan stood on the steps, and wherever his gaze fell, everyone took a step back in unison, shaking their heads desperately.

"That's it? How disappointing."

Lin Yuan put away the card reader, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

"Since there's no one left, I'll pack up..."

Suddenly, a thick, nauseating aura of blood and killing intent came from behind the crowd.

At the end of the cleared path, a youth wearing a worn-out camouflage vest and covered in hideous scars was walking over step by step.

He carried no weapons, but on his hands, which were wrapped in bandages, the knuckles had developed thick calluses, and there were even traces of dark brown bloodstains.

"I want S01."

"But I don't have any money."

The youth slowly assumed a stance, and a fierce killing intent locked onto Lin Yuan:

"I will use these two fists as a wager."

"If I win, the house is mine; if I lose, my life belongs to you."