131: Chapter 131 That Scoundrel Sun! A Grand Test of Close-Combat Skills!

[Solo Leveling LV2 passive triggered!]

[Will randomly upgrade two of the host's current skills by +1 level!]

Lin Fan rubbed his hands in excitement.

This was an unexpected delight.

The system roulette spun wildly in his sea of consciousness.

Golden light flickered.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host!]

[Thorn Armor LV2 upgraded to LV3!]

[Taunt Aura LV3 upgraded to LV4!]

Holy crap!

Lin Fan jumped up from the sofa.

His luck was off the charts.

He quickly opened the skill panel to check the details.

[Thorn Armor LV3: Damage reflection ratio increased to 300%!]

[Additional absolute effect: Soul Shock!]

[While attackers take physical and magical damage reflection, they will also suffer true reflected damage on a mental level, which easily triggers mental breakdowns, irritability, and even qi deviation in opponents!]

Lin Fan was so happy his back molars were showing.

300% reflection!

Plus this thing called Soul Shock.

Who would dare punch him from now on?

Not only would their hands break,

but their brains would be buzzing too!

This was called dual torture, both physical and mental.

Awesome!

He continued reading.

[Taunt Aura LV4: Taunt range expanded to a 200-meter radius!]

[Forced intelligence reduction effect significantly increased!]

[Weakness buff advanced: Targets within the aura's range have their strength forcibly reduced by 60%! And there is a chance to trigger the "Weak Legs" effect!]

Good heavens.

A group ultimate move with a 200-meter range.

If he were on the battlefield,

he could just stand in the center.

Any demonic beasts or enemies within a 200-meter radius would instantly turn into weaklings.

Their attacks would be soft and limp.

This meant he could withstand being surrounded by even more people.

The efficiency of gaining experience points would directly double!

Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction.

He looked up and was greeted by a faint, delicate fragrance.

Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan were leaning in close to him, one on each side.

Two stunningly beautiful faces were less than ten centimeters away from him.

Because Xia Wanqiu was leaning over,

her neckline was slightly open.

That astonishing snowy-white curve directly dazzled Lin Fan's eyes.

This scale.

This heavy weight.

It was truly a waste to keep it hidden in her school uniform usually.

He looked at Murong Yan on the right.

A pair of tight pants wrapped around her heaven-defying long legs tightly.

The perfect peach-butt curve created by the fabric was simply deadly.

Lin Fan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Who could withstand this?

"Brother Fan."

"Why are you zoning out?"

"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Xia Wanqiu leaned in even closer, full of worry.

That snowy-white patch was almost pressed against Lin Fan's face.

Lin Fan quickly leaned back.

"Ahem."

"Class monitor."

"If you lean any closer,"

"I won't be beaten to death by demonic beasts,"

"I'll be suffocated by you."

Xia Wanqiu was stunned for a moment.

Then, following Lin Fan's gaze, she looked down.

She instantly blushed beet red.

She quickly covered her neckline and stood up straight.

She stomped her feet fiercely.

"Brother Fan, you hooligan!"

"You're a huge pervert!"

Murong Yan sneered from the side.

She directly extended her long, slender leg and kicked Lin Fan on the calf.

"Your eyeballs are about to fall out."

"With that little bit of character."

"Why didn't I see you being this weak when you were getting beaten by my sister just now?"

Lin Fan took the kick.

The [Defense + 1] notification rang in his mind.

He patted his pant leg without a care.

He stood up and stretched his muscles.

His entire body's bones emitted a series of crisp pops like popping beans.

"Senior sister."

"Your strength is lacking."

"It's like you haven't eaten."

"Why don't you draw your sword and slash me to try?"

Lin Fan hooked his fingers in provocation.

He was now itching to test the god-tier passive [100% Catching Blades Bare-Handed] he had just drawn.

Murong Yan raised an eyebrow.

This kid was simply pushing his luck.

"You're looking for a beating, right?"

"Fine!"

"I'll satisfy you!"

Murong Yan looked left and right.

She walked directly behind Raksasa's desk.

She took down a decorative, unsharpened bronze longsword from the wall.

She held the sword in one hand and walked up to Lin Fan with a heroic air.

"This is what you asked for."

"Don't come crying to Wanqiu if you break a few ribs later!"

As soon as Murong Yan finished speaking, she flipped her wrist.

The bronze longsword slashed directly toward Lin Fan's shoulder with a sharp whistling sound.

Although this sword strike used no spiritual energy, she was a Level 3 Martial Master.

Her pure physical strength was thousands of catties.

Even an ordinary iron block could be split in two.

Xia Wanqiu screamed in fright.

She closed her eyes, not daring to look.

Just as the blade was about to fall, Lin Fan's expression changed.

He slammed his hands together above his head.

He focused his energy on his dantian.

He roared at Murong Yan.

"You little rascal!"

This roar was full of breath.

It echoed in the small office.

A bizarre scene occurred.

The bronze longsword that Murong Yan had originally slashed toward Lin Fan's shoulder twisted in mid-air at an extremely anti-human angle.

It was as if the blade had been sucked in by some irresistible magnetic force.

With a "Swish," it precisely slashed between Lin Fan's joined palms.

"Clap!"

With a crisp sound, Lin Fan firmly clamped the blade.

He was completely unharmed.

Murong Yan was stunned.

She maintained the posture of a one-handed downward slash.

Her beautiful eyes were wide round.

She had a "seeing a ghost" expression on her face.

In that instant just now, she felt as if her arm had completely lost control.

It had been forced to change its attack trajectory!

What kind of evil martial art was this!

"You..."

"What the hell is this!"

Murong Yan pulled the sword back with force.

The blade, however, seemed to have taken root in Lin Fan's hands.

It didn't move at all.

Lin Fan grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth.

This skill was too heaven-defying!

He deliberately let go and took a step back.

He hooked his fingers in provocation again.

"Senior sister."

"Your accuracy is terrible."

"Why are you sending it into my hands?"

"Come again!"

Murong Yan laughed out of extreme anger.

This pervert was simply bullying people too much.

"Fine!"

"Let's see how many swords you can catch!"

She gripped the hilt with both hands.

She exerted force from her waist.

This time, she used 30% of her spiritual energy.

The bronze longsword carried a pale blue light and swept horizontally toward Lin Fan's waist.

Lin Fan was unhurried.

He again slammed his hands together above his head.

"You little rascal!"

"Swish!"

The horizontal sword light made a ninety-degree turn in mid-air.

It forcibly violated the laws of physics.

"Clap!"

With a sound, it was again firmly clamped by Lin Fan's hands held above his head.

Because Murong Yan used too much force and the weapon was forced to change trajectory, she lost her balance.

She stumbled forward two steps.

Her towering chest almost bumped into Lin Fan's face.

"You!"

Murong Yan's small face turned pale with anger.

This was too frustrating!

No matter how she slashed, or where she slashed, it would always inexplicably be clamped by this kid's hands.

The key was that the phrase "You little rascal" was too insulting!

Lin Fan went crazy courting death.

He let go of the sword and kept shouting.

"You little rascal!"

"You little rascal!"

"You big little rascal!"

He shouted three times in a row.

The sword in Murong Yan's hand danced uncontrollably in mid-air.

It slashed into Lin Fan's hands three consecutive times.

Murong Yan completely broke down.

She threw away the bronze longsword.

Her chest heaved violently with anger.

"Lin Fan!"

"You bastard!"

"I'm not using the sword anymore!"

Murong Yan directly swung her powdery fist.

She smashed it towards Lin Fan's eye socket.

Lin Fan did not dodge or evade.

He directly took it with his face.

"Bang!"

[Ding! Defense + 10!]

[Triggered Thorn Armor LV3! Reflecting 300% physical damage!]

[Triggered Soul Shock!]

Murong Yan felt as if she had punched a red-hot steel plate.

A terrifying rebounding force traveled through her arm throughout her body.

Not only did her hand bones hurt terribly, but she also suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability and an urge to cry in her brain.

She clutched her red right hand.

Her eye sockets turned red.

She looked at Lin Fan with grievance.

"You..."

"Why has your skin become hard again!"

Lin Fan sighed comfortably.

This was the joy of a tank main.

He took a step forward.

He leaned in cheekily.

"Senior sister."

"Does your hand hurt?"

"How about I let the class monitor rub it for you?"

Xia Wanqiu had watched the whole process from the side.

She finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She walked over and took Murong Yan's hand.

She activated her B-Rank [Life Healing] talent.

Green light flashed.

Murong Yan's pain subsided quite a bit.

Xia Wanqiu rolled her eyes at Lin Fan.

"Brother Fan, you are too bad."

"How can you bully people like that."

"What was that weird word you shouted just now."

"It sounded terrible."

Lin Fan tossed his head unashamedly.

"That's called tactical deterrence, do you understand."

Just as the three were messing around, the office door was pushed open.

Raksasa walked in with a gloomy face.

She was holding a red-headed document.

Chapter 132: VIP Procurement Channel! The Forgiveness-Colored Battle Suit!

Raksasa looked at the messy scene in the office.

The bronze sword thrown on the ground, and Murong Yan's reddish eye sockets.

Her temples throbbed.

"Lin Fan."

"Is your skin itching for a beating again?"

"You even dare to bully your senior sister!"

Lin Fan quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"Principal, please observe."

"We are conducting a friendly academic exchange."

"Senior sister is helping me test a new martial skill."

Raksasa couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

She threw the red-headed document in her hand onto the coffee table.

"Less nonsense."

"Come and see this."

Lin Fan leaned in to look.

The document title read "Top Ten National Universities Wilderness Abyss Trial Participant List (Internal Top Secret)."

He flipped to the first page.

On it were several names circled in red ink.

Raksasa pointed to the list.

Her tone was extremely serious.

"This is the main lineup of Beijing Martial Arts University."

"Leading the team is their first genius of the junior year."

"Level 5 Peak Martial King!"

"Long Xiaotian!"

"He awakened the S-Rank Talent [Raging Thunder Prison]."

"This kid is a famous battle maniac."

"He strikes extremely ruthlessly."

"Countless high-level demonic beasts have died at his hands."

"You crippled Xiao Chen today."

"Long Xiaotian has already declared."

"He wants to crush your bones inch by inch in the secret realm!"

Raksasa had thought this would scare Lin Fan.

At least it would make him restrain himself a bit.

As a result, when she turned her head, she found that Lin Fan's eyes were shining.

A trace of crystal-clear drool even flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Fan grabbed the list.

He held it against his chest.

He looked intoxicated.

"Level 5 Peak Martial King!"

"S-Rank Talent!"

"[Raging Thunder Prison]!"

"Just the name sounds exciting!"

"How much must it hurt to be hit by that!"

Lin Fan excitedly grabbed Raksasa's hand.

He shook it crazily.

"Principal!"

"This isn't a death list at all!"

"This is clearly my VIP client directory!"

"Don't worry!"

"I will definitely not let them down!"

"I will definitely serve them comfortably!"

Raksasa's hand was pinched painfully by Lin Fan.

She pulled her hand back abruptly.

She suppressed the urge to slap this pervert to death.

"Get out!"

"Get out and prepare immediately!"

"Gather at the square tomorrow morning!"

"Don't expect me to collect your corpse if you die inside!"

Lin Fan took the list.

He happily took Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan out of the administration building.

"Brother Fan."

"Are you really not afraid at all?"

Xia Wanqiu followed on the side.

Her face was full of worry.

"That's a Level 5 Martial King."

"He is many times more powerful than Instructor Lei."

Murong Yan also rarely became serious.

"That's right, Lin Fan."

"Don't be too arrogant."

"Your Defense is abnormal."

"But the situation in the secret realm is complex."

"What if they surround and attack you with hundreds of people?"

"Can you hold on?"

Lin Fan stopped.

He turned to look at the two women.

The expression on his face was extremely arrogant.

"Senior sister."

"Class monitor."

"You know nothing about my strength."

"Hundreds of people surrounding and attacking?"

"Is that called a siege?"

"That's called a free high-end full-body massage buffet!"

Lin Fan waved his hand.

"Let's go!"

"To the logistics department!"

"I need to stock up on some goods!"

"To welcome my distinguished guests!"