151: Chapter 151: Extorting Jingwu, S-Rank Secret Realm Acquired!

Lin Fan lay in the ruins.

He was howling with great effort.

Clutching his chest with both hands, he rolled around frantically.

He kept spitting out the ketchup he had hidden under his tongue beforehand.

Xia Wanqiu cooperated extremely well, throwing herself onto Lin Fan.

She was wearing a tight, pure white combat suit today.

The garment clung perfectly to her exaggerated curves.

As she pretended to sob in grief,

that pair of magnificent, fair, soft peaks pressed and deformed wildly against Lin Fan's arm,

squeezing out an extremely alluring abyss.

Lin Fan enjoyed the amazing elasticity and softness coming from his arm.

This girl had definitely developed further recently.

The sensation was simply superb.

However, on the surface, he still feigned a miserable appearance, struggling to breathe.

Murong Yan stood to the side, holding her phone.

Her long, straight, black-stockinged legs were crossed casually.

She shoved the camera directly into the face of the passed-out Vice Principal Yan Zhen,

then gave a close-up of Lin Fan's sunken chest.

Murong Yan shouted arrogantly at the livestream,

"Everyone, look clearly!"

"The dignified Level 7 Martial Emperor Vice Principal of Beijing Martial Arts University,"

"is attempting an assassination in front of a hundred thousand people."

"He's beaten my freshman junior into total high-level paraplegia."

"His happiness for the rest of his life is ruined."

"If Beijing Martial Arts University doesn't give an explanation today,"

"I'll immediately have my sister bring the teachers from Modu Martial Arts University to flatten this place!"

The hundred thousand spectators in the arena were already in an uproar.

Everyone stared with extreme disdain at the podium on the Beijing Martial Arts University side.

Beijing Martial Arts University's actions were simply throwing their reputation on the ground and stomping on it.

It was just a freshman.

The Vice Principal had personally stepped in to launch a sneak attack,

only to be counter-shocked into a vegetable.

This was absurd; it was the mother of absurdity opening the door for absurdity.

It was absurd to the extreme.

Just then,

several terrifying auras descended from the sky.

Minister of Education Liu Qingshan, along with Beijing Martial Arts University's Principal Wang Daoyi, landed in the middle of the ruins with extreme headaches.

Wang Daoyi looked at the unconscious Vice Principal Yan Zhen on the ground.

His mouth twitched in heartache.

A Level 7 Martial Emperor, just like that, had become a pile of rotten meat.

Even his spiritual sea of consciousness was completely shattered.

He was utterly crippled.

Liu Qingshan looked helplessly at Lin Fan, who was still rolling on the ground.

How could he not see that this kid was acting?

The way he had been jumping around and Taunting the whole arena earlier didn't look like someone about to die.

But this matter was indeed Vice Principal Yan Zhen's fault.

It was still being livestreamed across the entire web.

If things went wrong, the entire University League might not be able to continue.

"Student Lin Fan."

"This matter is indeed Vice Principal Yan Zhen's fault."

"He has already suffered retribution from his own power."

"Turn off the livestream first."

"We can discuss conditions privately."

Liu Qingshan pinched his brows, feeling extremely troubled.

Hearing this, Lin Fan opened his eyes with great difficulty.

He coughed weakly twice and pointed at Wang Daoyi with extreme indignation.

"Discuss?"

"I, a piece of trash with an F-Rank Talent, finally managed to get into university."

"Every day I wake up early and stay up late, training by getting beaten up,"

"just to bring glory to the school."

"Now my internal organs are shattered."

"I can't even take care of my own bowel movements."

"Wanqiu,"

"you must never despise me in the future."

Lin Fan smoothly wrapped his arm around Xia Wanqiu's extremely slender, willow-like waist.

He skillfully rubbed his head against her astonishing, ample bosom.

Xia Wanqiu's pretty face flushed red with embarrassment.

This bastard didn't forget to take advantage of her even at a time like this.

But she still wiped her tears and nodded firmly, cooperating perfectly.

"Brother Fan, don't worry."

"Even if you become a pile of mud,"

"I will serve you by cleaning up your messes every single day."

These green-tea-flavored lines almost gave Wang Daoyi a heart attack.

What kind of extreme oddballs did Modu Martial Arts University produce?

Liu Qingshan sighed in extreme exhaustion.

"Just state your price."

"What kind of compensation do you want to let this matter pass?"

Lin Fan instantly stopped rolling.

He sat up straight with great agility and pulled a crumpled A4 paper from his tattered pocket.

"First,"

"Vice Principal Yan Zhen scared me just now."

"I want five billion in cash for emotional damages."

"Second,"

"my heart was cracked from the shock."

"I need that Level 8 Wood-type Monster Core from Beijing Martial Arts University's treasury to sustain my life."

"Third, and most importantly,"

"I want permanent free access to that S-Rank Secret Realm, 'Thunder Prison Volcano,' in the back mountain of Beijing Martial Arts University."

Once these three conditions were stated, the entire arena instantly fell into an extremely dead silence.

Wang Daoyi was shaking with anger, pointing at Lin Fan's nose and cursing,

"Why don't you go rob someone!"

"Five billion in cash!"

"That Level 8 Wood-type Monster Core is our school's treasure!"

"And the Thunder Prison Volcano—that is our school's most core training ground for Lightning-type abilities."

"It only opens once a year!"

"You are completely opening your lion's mouth!"

Lin Fan spread his hands casually.

"Then there's nothing to talk about."

"Senior Sister,"

"call the Principal."

"Tell her I died at the gate of Beijing Martial Arts University."

"Tell her to buy a few more wreaths and send them over."

Murong Yan cooperated and dialed Luo Sha's number.

As soon as the call connected, an extremely violent aura of a peak Level 7 Martial Emperor blasted out directly through the phone's speaker.

Luo Sha's extremely cold voice resounded throughout the arena,

"Wang Daoyi."

"You Beijing Martial Arts University dare to play dirty and cripple my Modu Martial Arts University's top scorer."

"I'm bringing people over right now to dig up your ancestral graves."

"If you miss even a cent of those three conditions,"

"I'll blow up your main teaching building tomorrow!"

Extremely overbearing. Extremely protective.

Luo Sha's voice carried extremely terrifying killing intent.

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

He looked at Liu Qingshan with extreme grievance.

Liu Qingshan patted Wang Daoyi's shoulder helplessly,

"Just give it to him."

"Who told your people to have sticky fingers?"

"If you don't, that crazy woman Luo Sha is truly capable of blowing up the building."

Wang Daoyi closed his eyes in extreme pain.

Trembling, he took out a black card and an extremely ancient-looking lightning token and threw them at Lin Fan.

"The money and the token are yours."

"I'll have someone send the Level 8 Monster Core over."

"Take the things and get out!"

Lin Fan sprang up from the ground with great agility, catching the black card and the token.

There was no trace of him being on the verge of death.

He excitedly kissed Xia Wanqiu's delicate cheek, then picked up a megaphone and shouted arrogantly to the hundred thousand spectators,

"Thanks to our friends from Beijing Martial Arts University for the super rocket!"

"Principal Wang is generous!"

"Wishing Vice Principal Yan Zhen an early trip to hell!"

After speaking, Lin Fan triumphantly wrapped his left arm around Xia Wanqiu and held Murong Yan's hand with his right.

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, he walked out of the ruins in an extremely arrogant manner.

Beijing Martial Arts University, North District, Building 4 Dormitory.

Lin Fan lay extremely comfortably on that large rosewood bed snatched from the Beijing Martial Arts University warehouse.

His tattered clothes had long been thrown away.

He was shirtless, revealing extremely well-defined and perfect, handcrafted-looking muscles.

The chest that had been caved in by Vice Principal Yan Zhen earlier had completely healed, leaving not even a single scar.

He excitedly checked the system panel.

His Defense Level had directly reached an extremely exaggerated LV42.

His overall attributes had also experienced an extremely terrifying surge due to the bonus from [Pain Conversion].

Xia Wanqiu sat obediently by the bedside.

She was peeling extremely juicy, top-tier grapes and feeding them into Lin Fan's mouth.

She had changed into an extremely loose pink pajama set, but those extremely magnificent assets could not be hidden at all.

As she leaned forward, a large, dazzling expanse of snow-white skin was revealed at her neckline.

Lin Fan enjoyed eating grapes and taking advantage of her at the same time.

His hand was extremely restless, resting on and stroking Xia Wanqiu's extremely well-proportioned, long, fair legs, causing Xia Wanqiu to let out a whimper from time to time.

"Lin Fan, stop it."

"It's so itchy."

Xia Wanqiu helplessly slapped away Lin Fan's hand, her pretty face blushing so red it looked like it could drip blood.

Murong Yan kicked the door open and entered from outside, looking extremely unhappy.

She had just finished showering and was wrapped in an extremely short black bath towel, displaying her extremely hot S-shaped curves to the fullest.

Especially those long, straight, powerful legs trained through years of martial arts—they were simply a man's ultimate dream.

She slammed several large boxes of high-level energy potions onto the table with extreme roughness.

"Everyone outside is talking about you right now."

"Do you know what they are saying about you online?"

Murong Yan rolled her eyes in extreme speechlessness.

Lin Fan sat up with great interest.

"What are they saying?"

"Have they all been stunned by my extremely invincible heroic posture?"

Murong Yan sneered in extreme disdain.

She opened her phone and projected the light screen onto the wall.

These were several highly popular martial arts forums.

Several red-hot, pinned trending searches were hanging prominently at the top.

"Shocking Secret! The Truth Behind Modu Martial Arts University's Lin Fan Surviving Against a Martial Emperor!"

"Absolute Insider! Lin Fan Used a One-Time God-Level Defense Forbidden Artifact! Now Completely Reduced to a Cripple!"

"Exposing Lin Fan's Scam: A Paper Tiger Pretending to be Tough with Equipment!"

Lin Fan looked at these titles in extreme astonishment.

He clicked on the post with the highest popularity.

It was a long-winded essay posted by an extremely famous martial arts expert.

The original poster analyzed Lin Fan's Defense with extreme certainty, stating that a freshman with an F-Rank Talent absolutely could not possess a body capable of counter-shocking a Level 7 Martial Emperor.

The only explanation was that Lin Fan was carrying some kind of heaven-defying, ancient, one-time-use protective artifact.

That extremely terrifying purple-gold light at the time was the sign of the artifact shattering.

Now that the artifact was gone, Lin Fan must have suffered damage to all five internal organs and could breathe his last at any moment.

Finally, the poster stated with extreme schadenfreude that in tomorrow's quarter-finals, any contestant could easily crush Lin Fan to death.

The comments below were extremely unanimous.

"I knew it."

"How could there be such an illogical freak?"

"So he's just a pay-to-win dog relying on artifacts."

"Tomorrow, the Tyrannosaurus from Military Martial Arts University will definitely beat the crap out of him with one punch."

Lin Fan finished reading the entire post.

He wasn't angry.

Instead, he laughed wildly on the bed in extreme excitement.

"Holy shit!"

"These people are talents!"