13: Chapter 13 Teacher, haven't you eaten? Push harder! I want to sign up for a dungeon run and die!

In the following days, Lin Fan lived quite comfortably.

During the day, he went to the martial arts gym to act as a private punching bag for Murong Yan, and at night, he stayed at the hospital to accompany his younger sister.

His sister's condition had stabilized, and her mood had improved as well.

Lin Fan's Defense Level was improving by leaps and bounds.

In just three short days, it shot straight up to LV12!

However, the higher the level, the more EXP required, and relying solely on Murong Yan, he was having trouble grinding.

It was Monday.

Carrying his schoolbag, Lin Fan sauntered back to the campus he hadn't visited for a long time.

As soon as he entered the classroom.

The rowdy class instantly quieted down to the point where a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone stared at him as if they were looking at an alien or a pervert.

The video of the brawl in front of the hospital a few days ago had already spread throughout the entire school.

Everyone knew that the F-Rank Talent loser, Lin Fan, had awakened an extremely bizarre ability.

Not only was he durable, but he could also drive people crazy!

Xia Wanqiu, sitting in the front row, saw Lin Fan come in.

She immediately buried her head in her textbook.

That pair of crystal-clear earlobes turned so red they looked like they were about to drip blood.

Whenever she saw Lin Fan, the image of herself holding a durian and trying to smash it on his head would automatically appear in her mind.

It was so socially mortifying!

Lin Fan, however, had no self-awareness at all.

He swaggered over to his seat and sat down.

It happened to be diagonally behind Li Hao and Su Xue.

At this moment, Li Hao had his arm wrapped in thick bandages and slung around his neck.

Seeing Lin Fan, his body instinctively shuddered.

His eyes were filled with malice, yet mixed with deep fear.

He didn't dare to speak.

Even the usually acerbic and mean-spirited Su Xue was obediently keeping her head down, afraid of attracting Lin Fan's attention.

They were truly scared from the beating. Or rather, scared from the damage reflection.

Just then, their homeroom teacher, Old Wang, walked in carrying a lesson plan.

Old Wang was a man in his forties, a Level 2 Martial Artist.

He usually valued grades and talent above all else and was extremely snobbish.

He slammed the lesson plan onto the podium and scanned the class with a piercing gaze.

"There is an important announcement today!"

"The annual [New Star Trial] is about to begin!"

"This is the most important combat assessment before you enter a martial arts university!"

"The location is the [Mist Forest] dungeon outside the city!"

"All students who have awakened combat talents must participate!"

Hearing the words [Mist Forest], the whole class became excited.

This was a great opportunity to truly encounter monsters and earn resources!

If they performed well, they could even be admitted early by a top martial arts university!

Old Wang paused, his gaze landing on Lin Fan.

"Of course, the danger level of this trial is very high."

"Although there will be teachers leading and protecting you, monsters have no eyes."

"Therefore, for the sake of safety, the school advises students with talent levels below D-Rank, or those without combat ability, not to sign up."

"Especially those students who only know how to grandstand and attract attention by getting beaten up—you should have some self-awareness!"

This statement was basically naming Lin Fan directly.

The whole class let out low chuckles, looking at Lin Fan with playful eyes.

Although Lin Fan was quite eerie now, in everyone's eyes, getting beaten up was still getting beaten up.

The dungeon was full of monsters; that was no joke.

A single claw swipe from a monster could crush stone; could his bit of flesh and blood withstand that?

However, just when everyone thought Lin Fan would lower his head in shame, a hand was raised high.

"Teacher! I want to sign up!"

Lin Fan stood up, his face full of righteous indignation.

Old Wang's brows instantly furrowed deeply.

'Can't this idiot understand my hint?!'

"Lin Fan? What kind of trouble are you making?"

"You, an F-Rank Talent, are going to the Mist Forest to die?"

"The Iron-Skin Boars and Wind-Blade Wolves in there could tear you to shreds with a single swipe!"

"I'm thinking about your life! Sit down!"

Lin Fan shook his head, looking sincere.

"Teacher Wang, you don't understand."

"As the saying goes, wealth is sought in danger."

"Besides, I have a divine skill protecting my body; what do mere monsters count for?"

"If you don't believe me, try punching me once."

Old Wang was so angry he laughed.

"You want me to hit you?"

"I am a teacher! How could I casually use corporal punishment on a student?"

Lin Fan sighed, walked out of his seat, and went straight to the podium.

He brought his face right up to Old Wang's.

"Teacher, that's where you're wrong."

"Teaching and learning benefit each other; if you don't test my learning results, how will you know if I'm capable or not?"

"Come on, hit right here! Don't be polite at all!"

"If you don't hit me, that means you look down on me, and looking down on me means looking down on F-Rank Talent, which is discriminating against vulnerable groups!"

Having such a big accusation dumped on him, Old Wang's face turned green.

'How did this kid get so glib?'

"Fine! Since you're asking for it, don't blame the teacher for being heavy-handed!"

Old Wang also had a fiery temper. To be provoked by a student in public—where could he put his face?

He decided to teach this kid a lesson and let him know what it meant to respect his elders!

"Hah!"

Old Wang let out a low shout and circulated his internal blood energy.

The strength of a Level 2 Martial Artist was not to be underestimated.

He only used thirty percent of his strength as he slapped a palm toward Lin Fan's chest.

He wanted to knock Lin Fan back and make him retreat in the face of difficulty.

"Pa!" With a crisp sound, the palm landed solidly on Lin Fan's chest.

However, the scene of Lin Fan flying backward as expected did not happen.

Instead, Old Wang felt as if his hand had slapped onto a red-hot steel plate!

A huge force of recoil struck him!

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Old Wang was actually knocked back three steps, almost landing on his butt!

His palm was aching, and the center of it was bright red!

The whole class was in an uproar! Everyone widened their eyes, their jaws dropping to the floor!

Old Wang was a Level 2 Martial Artist! And he was actually knocked back by Lin Fan?

Meanwhile, Lin Fan stood where he was, not moving an inch.

A wonderful notification sound rang in his mind.

[Ding! Suffered a palm strike from a Level 2 Martial Artist! Defense +60!]

He frowned with some dissatisfaction.

"Teacher, did you not eat?"

"This bit of strength isn't even enough to scratch an itch for me."

"Harder! Can you be a bit more professional?"

"With this level of skill, you still want to stop me from going into the dungeon?"

Old Wang's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

He was ashamed and angry, shocked and suspicious.

'This kid's body... how is it so hard?!'

But he was a teacher after all; he couldn't really fight a student to the death in class, right? That would be scandalous!

He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and shock in his heart. He adjusted his collar, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Ahem... just now, the teacher was only testing you."

"It seems you have indeed made some progress during this time; your ability to withstand hits is not bad."

"Since you insist on courting death... oh no, since you insist. Then I'll let you sign up!"

"But let me say the ugly words first: once you enter the dungeon, life and death are up to fate. Don't come crying for your mommy when the time comes!"

Old Wang waved his hand and added Lin Fan's name directly.

But in his heart, he sneered. 'Hmph, ignorant kid. When you really encounter monsters, you'll know what it means to cry! At that time, no one will save you!'

Seeing that his name had been registered, Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Teacher! Teacher is generous!"

"Don't worry, I definitely won't cry. When the time comes, who ends up crying... that's hard to say."