142: Chapter 142 How much does the bathrobe cost? It's untouched!

That was the voice of the Wilderness Abyss guardian.

The secret realm couldn't withstand the energy burst from just now.

It was about to collapse.

"Damn!"

Lin Fan cursed under his breath.

He hadn't dug out the beast core yet.

That was a Level 8 beast core.

It was priceless.

He glanced at the nine-headed snake rolling on the ground.

Then he looked at the shattering space.

He gritted his teeth.

"You're lucky!"

With a flash, he rushed in front of Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan.

Using both hands, he grabbed one each and tucked the two peerless beauties under his arms.

"Let's go!"

He pushed off with his feet, his entire body turning into an afterimage as he dashed toward the spatial exit.

"Lin Fan! Be gentle!" Murong Yan shrieked.

"You're pinching me!"

Xia Wanqiu was so shy that she buried her face in Lin Fan's chest.

Although Lin Fan was shirtless, that solid sense of security made her feel an unprecedented peace of mind.

The moment Lin Fan rushed out of the exit, the entire Wilderness Abyss exploded with a roar, turning into countless spatial fragments and vanishing into the void.

In Jiang City, at the Ability University plaza, the teleportation array shone brightly.

Hundreds of students rushed out in a disheveled state.

Each of them wore a look of lingering fear.

"We're out!"

"Finally out!"

Before they could even celebrate, they saw a shirtless teenager in the center of the plaza, walking out swaggeringly with two stunning beauties tucked under his arms.

That posture, that expression—it was extremely arrogant.

Principal Luo Sha was standing on the steps with a group of instructors.

She watched Lin Fan, the corners of her mouth twitching violently.

"Lin Fan."

"What's with this look?"

"What are you up to now?"

Lin Fan chuckled and casually set the two women down.

He patted his stomach.

"Principal, don't ask."

"The nine-headed snake inside was too unreasonable."

"It insisted on treating me to a barbecue."

"My designer clothes were all ruined by it."

He walked up to Luo Sha and held out his hand with righteous indignation.

"Principal."

"Does this count as a work-related injury?"

"You have to reimburse me!"

Luo Sha: "..."

The entire school staff and students: "..."

You beat a Level 8 monster into a cripple, and you're still asking us for reimbursement?

Be a human being for once!

Lin Fan didn't care about that.

He was thinking back to the battle just now.

"Level 40."

"It seems for the next special training, I need to find some higher-level teachers."

He looked at Luo Sha, dangerous light flickering in his eyes.

Luo Sha's heart skipped a beat.

This kid...

Could he be plotting against me?

"Lin Fan," Luo Sha said in a deep voice.

"Come with me to my office."

"There are some things I need to ask you personally."

Lin Fan chuckled.

"Alright!"

"Principal."

"How about we just start today's special training right in the office?"

He pointed to his chest.

"It's getting itchy again here."

Luo Sha fled in panic.

For the first time, she realized that being a teacher to a genius was such a dangerous thing.

As for Lin Fan, he stood in the sunlight, watching the students pointing at him.

He pulled out that loudspeaker again.

"Fellow students."

"Do you want to become stronger?"

"Do you want to be like me and solo a Level 8 monster?"

"The Lin-style 'Getting Beaten' Special Training Class is officially enrolling!"

"Spots are limited."

"First come, first served!"

The entire campus instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Then, there was a uniform sound of gasping.

This guy was truly hopeless.

Meanwhile, in the distant Beijing, in a luxurious office, a middle-aged man was looking at the intelligence in his hands.

His face was as gloomy as water.

"Lin Fan..."

"Invincible Defense?"

"Damage Storage?"

He crushed the teacup in his hand.

"In this era where attack is supreme, such an anomaly must absolutely not be allowed to exist."

"Send the notice down."

"For the National University League in half a month, let that madman come out of seclusion."

"I want to see just how thick his skin really is!"

Meanwhile, Lin Fan was sitting on the sofa in the principal's office.

He watched Luo Sha, who looked like she had a headache, while he leisurely picked at his toes.

"Principal."

"Let's talk about the reimbursement."

"That nightgown of mine... it was really expensive."

Lin Fan sat on the leather sofa.

He casually picked up the premium Yuqian Longjing tea on Luo Sha's desk, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp.

Then he smacked his lips.

"This tea is a bit bland."

"Add some goji berries next time."

Luo Sha sat behind the desk, her ample chest heaving violently.

The pressure of a Level 7 Martial Emperor rampaged through the office.

If it were any other student, they would have already been kneeling on the floor, wetting their pants.

Yet Lin Fan stretched with a look of pure enjoyment.

This pressure crashed into him, and the system notifications chimed incessantly.

It was all free Defense experience points.

So good.

Luo Sha rubbed her wildly throbbing temples.

She glared at Lin Fan through gritted teeth.

"You brat, you extorted so many spirit stones from Beijing Martial Arts University, plus a pile of high-level storage rings."

"And now you're coming to me crying poverty?"

Lin Fan immediately sat up straight.

He patted his thigh with a serious expression.

"Principal."

"One thing is one thing."

"My money is blood and sweat that I earned through my own hard work and skills."

"This nightgown died in the line of duty."

He flipped his wrist and pulled a tattered red strip of cloth from his pocket.

The cloth was just a strap and half a pocket, with some charred marks on it.

He solemnly slapped the cloth onto Luo Sha's desk.

"Principal, look for yourself."

"This fabric."

"This craftsmanship."

"This is absolutely high-grade silk!"

"And most importantly!"

Lin Fan suddenly leaned close to the desk.

He lowered his voice, his face showing that extremely punchable expression.

"This is original-scented."

The veins on Luo Sha's forehead throbbed violently.

With a dull thud, the solid wood door of the office was kicked open from the outside.

Murong Yan rushed in, panting, with Xia Wanqiu following closely behind.

Murong Yan was wearing a tight black combat suit today, which outlined her explosively exaggerated figure perfectly.

Especially the scale of her chest, which seemed ready to burst out, jiggling with her heavy breathing. It was very eye-catching.

She saw the red strip of cloth on the table at a glance.

Her entire body instantly turned beet red, even the roots of her neck were flushed.

"Lin Fan!"

"You pervert!"

"What are you doing here with the remains of my nightgown!"

Murong Yan rushed over in three strides, grabbed the torn cloth from the table, and quickly shoved it into her own storage ring.

Lin Fan curled his lips.

He spread his hands with an innocent face.

"Senior Sister."

"I'm just fighting for my legal rights."

"But seriously, the size of that nightgown of yours is seriously non-standard."

Lin Fan held up his hands and gestured in front of his chest.

"It was so tight on me, it restricted my blood circulation."

Murong Yan gritted her teeth so hard they almost shattered.

She raised her fist, ready to smash it into Lin Fan's face.

"You still dare to bring it up!"

"I'll beat you to death, you scoundrel!"

Lin Fan didn't dodge.

Instead, he proactively leaned his face forward.

"Come, come, come!"

"Hit right here!"

"Use all your strength, Senior Sister!"

"If your strike is too light, don't you ever claim to be my sparring partner again!"

Murong Yan looked at Lin Fan's smug, expectant face and forced herself to stop her fist.

She remembered Lin Fan's disgusting, deadly Thorn Armor.

Hitting him was hitting herself.

If she really hit him with full force, she could say goodbye to her hand for the day.

Xia Wanqiu hid behind Murong Yan.

Her delicate, pure little face was flushed bright red.

She carefully tugged at Murong Yan's sleeve.

"Sister Yan."

"Forget it."

"Brother Fan... he's always a bit mentally unstable."

Lin Fan turned to look at Xia Wanqiu.

He smacked his lips, sweeping his gaze twice over Xia Wanqiu's baggy school uniform.

"Class Monitor."

"You usually don't show much, but the goods underneath your clothes aren't bad either."

"How about you lend me a nightgown to wear one day?"

"I'll help you stretch out the size while I'm at it."

Xia Wanqiu let out a startled "Ah!"

She quickly covered her chest, too shy to even lift her head.

Yet, a strange thought suddenly popped into her head.

Brother Fan took so many hits just now; his injuries definitely haven't fully healed.

When we get back to the dorm later, I must strip him bare and treat him properly.

I must increase the intensity of the treatment.

Luo Sha really couldn't watch anymore.

She pounded on the table.

"That's enough!"

"Everyone, be serious!"

Luo Sha opened a drawer and took out a top-secret document with gold-rimmed edges.

She tossed it in front of Lin Fan.

"Forget about the nightgown."

"But I have a better job for you."

Lin Fan picked up the document and scanned it.

[National University Ability League Invitation]

Lin Fan's eyes instantly lit up.

His gaze quickly swept over the list of participants in the document.

Beijing Martial Arts University, Jiangnan Military Martial Arts, Northwest Mad Blade Academy.

The long list of names all turned into glittering experience packs in Lin Fan's eyes.

Luo Sha crossed her hands, resting her chin on them.

She stared at Lin Fan.

"In half a month, the National University League will be held in Beijing."

"This not only concerns the school's ranking, but also next year's resource allocation."

"In previous years, our Modu Martial Arts University has always been suppressed by Beijing Martial Arts University."

"This time, I want you to lead the team and bring me back that first place."

Lin Fan immediately stuffed the document into his pocket.

He patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"Don't worry, Principal!"

"As long as they dare to hit me, I guarantee I'll make them question their lives!"

Luo Sha sneered.

"Don't get happy too early."

"You rubbed Beijing Martial Arts University's face on the ground in the secret realm today; their higher-ups will never let it go."

"Especially that Vice Principal Yan Zhen."

"That man is narrow-minded and extremely sinister."

"Casualties are allowed in the league."

"They will definitely send out their top fourth-year talents to target you."

"They might even use some underhanded tactics to break your Defense."

Hearing this, Lin Fan could no longer hide the excitement on his face.

He rubbed his hands excitedly, drool almost flowing out.

"There's such a good thing?"

"Breaking my Defense?"

"That's great!"

"I was just worrying that ordinary attacks didn't feel like anything anymore!"

"How many Defense-breaking plans have they prepared?"

"Will it be enough to satisfy me for a night?"

Luo Sha was completely speechless.

She waved her hand, signaling for these three clowns to get lost.

"Get out, get out, get out!"

"Looking at you gives me a headache!"

Lin Fan stood up nimbly.

"Principal."

"In order to prepare for the league, I want to set up a ring in the school plaza and start a pre-exam special training class."

"You need to give me a special permit so the campus security team won't come to me for a stall fee."

Luo Sha waved her hand without even raising her head.

A gust of wind immediately swept Lin Fan and the other two out of the office.