112: Chapter 112 No, they're still electing a class monitor, aren't they?

Some were watching the drama, some were disdainful, and some were worried.

Lin Fan was lying on his desk, enjoying the continuous experience bonus brought by his Spiked Armor. Hearing this, he lazily raised his head.

"Are you talking about me?"

Zhao Lei sneered, "Who else but you?"

"Do you dare to come up and spar?"

Lin Fan sighed and slowly stood up.

"Alright."

"Since you want to play, I'll play with you."

Like an old man taking a stroll, he sauntered up to the podium.

Standing in front of Zhao Lei, Lin Fan let out a yawn.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"I'll just stand right here."

"If you can make me take a single step back, you can have this class monitor position."

"If you can make me cry out in pain, I'll transfer another hundred thousand yuan to you."

"How about it?"

The entire room went into an uproar.

Too arrogant!

Although everyone knew Lin Fan had high Defense, Zhao Lei possessed an A-class Berserk talent!

Once Berserk, his strength would double. Even a Level 4 Grandmaster wouldn't dare to take it head-on!

Zhao Lei felt insulted, his face flushing red.

"You asked for this!"

"Berserk! Activate!"

Boom!

Zhao Lei's muscles swelled up all over his body, his skin turning crimson, making him look like a frenzied beast.

He gathered his strength, took a running start, and punched Lin Fan hard in the stomach.

"Get down!!"

This punch carried the whistling of wind, packed with immense momentum.

However...

Lin Fan didn't even bat an eye.

He even puffed out his stomach, proactively meeting the blow.

*Bam!*

A dull thud echoed.

Zhao Lei felt as if his punch had struck a steel plate.

No, it was even harder than steel!

The massive counterforce traveled back up his arm, causing his wrist to crack and immediately dislocate.

"Ah!!"

Zhao Lei cried out in pain, clutching his wrist as he stumbled backward.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan...

Stood right where he was, completely motionless.

He looked down at his stomach and pursed his lips in slight dissatisfaction.

"That's all the strength you have?"

"Did you not eat enough for breakfast?"

"You couldn't even knock my breakfast out of me. Poor review."

Lin Fan shook his head, extended a finger, and lightly poked Zhao Lei's forehead.

"Go back down. Don't embarrass yourself."

"With this little attack power, you aren't even qualified to scratch an itch for me."

Zhao Lei's face flushed red. He wanted to argue back, but the piercing pain in his wrist left him speechless.

The entire class fell into a dead silence.

Is this the true caliber of the Top Scorer?

Standing still and letting someone hit him, yet the one who attacked ended up injured instead?

Instructor Wang Gang's eyelids twitched as he watched from the side.

This kid's Defense is even more abnormal than the rumors suggested!

"Who else?"

Lin Fan put his hands in his pockets and scanned the classroom.

"Anyone who wants to be the class monitor, feel free to come up."

"Or..."

"Why don't you all come at me together?"

"As long as you can make me take a single step back, I'll become your lackey."

Too arrogant!

This was simply rubbing the entire class's faces in the dirt!

Several proud geniuses couldn't take it anymore and jumped onto the podium one after another.

Fireballs, ice spikes, earth spikes...

All kinds of abilities rained down relentlessly upon Lin Fan.

Five minutes later.

The podium was covered with students groaning on the ground.

Some had broken hands, some had swollen feet, and others were collapsed from exhausting their spiritual energy.

Only Lin Fan...

Was still standing in the same spot, without even a hair out of place.

He picked his ear with a bored expression.

"Wait, are you guys really the geniuses of the S-Class?"

"Why does it feel like a playground fight between kindergarteners?"

"Can we get someone a bit more fierce?"

Right at that moment...

A cold sneer suddenly echoed from the classroom doorway.

"When did the freshmen become so arrogant?"

"To the point of not even respecting their seniors?"

Everyone turned to look.

They saw a long-haired youth wearing a junior's uniform, leaning against the doorframe with a long spear strapped to his back.

His gaze was cold and brimming with murderous intent.

"Is that... 'Spear Demon' Senior Yang Tian, who is in the top ten of the junior Combat Power Rankings?!"

Someone recognized him and cried out in shock.

Lin Fan's eyes lit up.

A junior?

Top ten on the Combat Power Rankings?

That sounds like... a pretty good experience baby!

"Senior Yang Tian?"

"Why is he here?"

The freshmen in the classroom fell silent, quiet as cicadas in winter.

At Magic City Ability University, juniors were seasoned veterans, symbols of strength.

Those who could make it into the top ten of the Combat Power Rankings were at least at the peak of Level 4 Grandmaster, or even Half-Step Martial Kings!

Senior Yang Tian walked into the classroom, the sharp Spear Intent radiating from him pressing down so hard that everyone found it difficult to breathe.

Without even glancing at the "injured" on the floor, he walked straight toward Lin Fan.

"You're the Lin Fan who made Lei Hu cry?"

"I heard your Defense is very high?"

"I want to see whether your skin is tougher or my spear is sharper."

Senior Yang Tian twirled his long spear with a flourish, pointing the tip right at Lin Fan's nose.

It gleamed with a cold light.

Instead of being afraid, Lin Fan excitedly rubbed his hands together.

"Give it a try?"

"Sure, sounds great!"

"But Senior, our school has rules. Private dueling results in a deduction of academic credits."

"How about... we go to the Martial Arts Arena?"

"Or..."

Lin Fan's eyes darted around, and he revealed his signature money-grubbing smile.

"How about we make a bet?"

"If I take your spear strike, you give me one hundred credits."

"If I can't take it, I'll give you one million yuan."

"How about it?"

Credits!

At the ability university, credits were the hard currency, far more valuable than money.

They could be exchanged for elixirs, cultivation methods, and even entry into the cultivation rooms.

Although Lin Fan was rich now, he was a total pauper when it came to credits.

Senior Yang Tian sneered.

"One million? Are you trying to brush off a beggar?"

"But since you're so eager to give away money, I'll oblige you."

"See you at the Martial Arts Arena!"

...

Ten minutes later.

The Martial Arts Arena.

Lin Fan and Senior Yang Tian stood facing each other.

"Begin!"

As soon as the referee gave the command...

Senior Yang Tian moved instantly.

"Dragon Roar Spear!"

The long spear shot forward like a dragon, whistling sharply through the air as it aimed straight for Lin Fan's throat.

This strike was fast, precise, and ruthless!

It was absolutely a killing move!

Lin Fan didn't dodge or block; he even extended his neck a little further forward.

"Come on!"

*Clang!*

A crisp metallic clash rang out.

Senior Yang Tian's spear tip struck Lin Fan's Adam's apple, actually kicking up a shower of sparks!

The shaft of the spear instantly bent into a shocking arc.

Senior Yang Tian's pupils contracted sharply.

How is this possible?!

The throat is the most fragile part of the human body!

Is this kid's throat made of titanium alloy?!

[Attacked by a sharp weapon of a Peak Level 4 Grandmaster! Defense +600!]

[Throat muscle strengthening +10!]

Lin Fan rubbed his throat, only feeling a slight tingling sensation.

"The force was decent."

"It just wasn't lasting enough."

He grabbed Senior Yang Tian's spear shaft and grinned.

"Senior, it's time to pay up."

Senior Yang Tian's face turned livid. He tried to pull back his long spear, but found that Lin Fan's hand was like an iron vise, completely unyielding.

What kind of monstrous strength is this?!

In the end...

Senior Yang Tian lost.

He lost utterly and completely.

Not only did he lose one hundred credits, but he also lost face.

Lin Fan happily looked at the extra one hundred credits in his student card, his heart blooming with joy.

"Earning credits is way too easy."

"But... it's still too little."

"I heard the Mission Hall has those tasks with really high rewards?"

Lin Fan turned his gaze to Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan.

"Let's go! Let's take on some missions!"

"To earn money and support the family!"

Xia Wanqiu: ???

Murong Yan: ???

"Wait, aren't we still electing the class monitor right now?"