111: Chapter 111 Upgrade! Electing a Class Monitor?

Instructor Liu Ruyan's long whip instantly transformed into a fire dragon, bringing rolling heat waves as it lashed fiercely at Lin Fan.

"Sizzle, sizzle—"

Instructor Lei Zhan stopped wasting words and activated his A-Grade Talent [Thunderous Force].

Purple lightning coiled around his body, finally converging into a massive lightning blade that slashed down directly at Lin Fan's head.

Martial Saint Han Qingshan sighed and waved his folding fan.

SS-Rank Talent [Wind God Domain]!

Countless green wind blades appeared out of thin air, like a meat grinder, sealing off all of Lin Fan's retreat paths.

Plus, Professor Zhao Wuji had recovered his strength.

In an instant, lightning, fire, wind blades, and fist shadows—four terrifying types of energy, as if the apocalypse had arrived, completely engulfed Lin Fan!

"Holy crap! They're playing for real!"

The watching students were so scared they retreated repeatedly, terrified of being killed by the aftermath.

Lin Fan, at the center of the storm, felt like he had arrived in heaven at this moment.

"Snap!" The fire whip lashed against his body.

[Received Flame Lashing! Defense +300! Fire Resistance +50!]

[Triggered Masochistic Pleasure (Although he doesn't have this skill, it doesn't stop Lin Fan from thinking this)!]

"Sizzle!" The lightning blade struck his head.

[Received High-Voltage Lightning Strike! Defense +400! Lightning Resistance +80!]

[Free electrotherapy! Unblocking meridians!]

"Swish, swish, swish!" Wind blades cut into his skin.

[Received Slashing Damage! Defense +200! Bleeding Resistance +30!]

[Skin damage detected! Divine Body is repairing...]

Awesome! This is freaking awesome!

How is this getting beaten up? This is clearly an all-around, three-dimensional, multi-functional super experience gift package!

Lin Fan stood at the center of the bombardment, his clothes already turned into rags, revealing the menacing black spiked armor underneath.

Every time an attack landed, it drove the spiked armor deeper into his flesh.

That bone-deep stinging pain transformed into a continuous flow of energy, nourishing his entire body.

"Ah~"

"Instructor Liu Ruyan, use more force with the whip! Did you not eat?"

"Instructor Lei, your voltage is insufficient; is it time to recharge?"

"Martial Saint Han Qingshan, can the wind blades scrape the armpits a bit? I just happen to want to shave."

While enduring attacks capable of instantly killing a grandmaster, Lin Fan kept chattering away, providing "service reviews."

The four Level 6 Martial Saints became more alarmed the more they fought.

They had already used 80% of their strength.

Even a peak Level 5 demonic beast would have been turned into pulp by now.

But this kid...

Besides his screams becoming increasingly ecstatic and bleeding a little, his aura was actually getting stronger!

They even felt that when their attacks hit Lin Fan, a portion of the damage inexplicably rebounded back!

Instructor Liu Ruyan felt her wrists going numb, and the webbing between her thumb and index finger was about to split open.

Instructor Lei Zhan felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been punched.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

After fighting for a full ten minutes, Martial Saint Han Qingshan was the first to withdraw.

His scholarly long robe was soaked through with sweat, and his face was pale.

"No more fighting."

"This is freaking weird."

"This kid is just an iron tortoise; can't hit him, absolutely can't hit him."

The other three also stopped, each of them as tired as a dog, sitting on the ground panting heavily without any regard for their image.

In contrast, Lin Fan, although covered in blood and looking quite miserable, had eyes that were terrifyingly bright, looking as spirited as if he had just taken drugs.

[Congratulations Host! Defense Level increased to LV31!]

[All Resistances increased to LV3!]

[Defense power significantly increased!]

[Strength slightly increased!]

[Speed slightly increased!]

[Mental power slightly increased!]

Leveled up!

Lin Fan took a deep breath, feeling the surging power within his body.

Comfortable.

Is this the feeling of winning while lying down?

However, apart from Defense, you system better stop announcing other attributes in the future.

What's the point of announcing a "slight increase" in my head?

Afterwards, looking at the four big shots sprawled on the ground, he rubbed his hands together a bit embarrassedly.

"Teachers, is that it?"

"I just finished warming up."

"How about... we extend the session?"

"I'll pay! How about ten thousand per minute?"

The four Martial Saints rolled their eyes at him in unison.

"Get lost!"

...

The next morning.

Magic City Ability University, freshman S-Class classroom.

Lin Fan walked into the classroom sideways, like a crab.

Although he had recovered after a night of rest and his external injuries were long gone, he was still wearing the [ascetics shackles].

With every step, the spikes ground into his flesh.

That intense sensation forced him to walk with his legs spread apart, his posture extremely flamboyant.

"Brother Fan, what's wrong with you..."

Xia Wanqiu, sitting in the front row, felt terrible seeing Lin Fan's appearance.

"Were you hurt too badly yesterday? Do you want me to heal you again?"

Lin Fan waved his hand and sat down with a grimace.

"No need, no need."

"This is a man's medal; you wouldn't understand."

"This is the price of cultivation."

"However, if Xia Wanqiu insists on letting me have a taste of that 'milk', I wouldn't be unwilling..."

Xia Wanqiu instantly covered her chest, her face turning slightly red.

"I meant the healing 'milk', not my... that kind of milk!"

Murong Yan, sitting nearby, rolled her eyes while twirling a pen.

"Little pervert."

"What price of cultivation? I think your hemorrhoids flared up."

"You were screaming so loudly last night, anyone who didn't know would have thought you were giving birth on the playground."

Lin Fan chuckled and didn't refute it.

Just then, the classroom door was pushed open.

A burly, bald man with a face full of flesh walked in.

He was the combat instructor for S-Class, named Instructor Wang Gang, nicknamed "Baldy Qiang," a Level 5 Martial King.

"Quiet!"

Instructor Wang Gang slammed the podium, and the solid wood podium nearly cracked on the spot.

The whole class instantly fell silent.

"Today is the first day of formal classes."

"Our S-Class is the top class in the entire school, and everyone here is a genius."

"Since you are geniuses, there must be a leader."

"The first thing today is to select a class monitor."

Instructor Wang Gang's gaze swept across the room, carrying a hint of wildness.

"At our Ability University, we don't do those fancy, useless votes."

"Whoever has the biggest fist is the class monitor!"

"Whoever wants to be the class monitor, come up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a male student with a crew cut and a rebellious look stood up.

"I'll do it!"

This person was Zhao Lei, who had an A-Grade Talent [Berserk], ranked tenth in the entrance exam, and had always been unconvinced by Lin Fan, the F-Grade top scorer.

Zhao Lei walked onto the podium and cast a provocative look at Lin Fan, who was sitting in the corner.

"I'm not convinced by certain people."

"Clearly an F-Grade loser, who relied on luck and getting beaten up to scrape by as the top scorer."

"The position of class monitor should be held by someone with strength, not a clown who relies on acting pitiful."

The eyes of the whole class instantly focused on Lin Fan.