92: Chapter 92 Why are your heads so pointy?

On the vast Training Ground.

Three figures slowly descended from the fighter jet.

Leading them was a middle-aged man with a stern face, wearing a black trench coat.

Just by standing there, he exuded an aura as imposing as a deep pool or a towering mountain.

It was as if he were the center of the entire world.

Behind him, on the left, was a hulking giant over two meters tall, with muscles knotted like granite.

Just looking at him was suffocating.

On the right was a stunningly beautiful woman wearing a white martial arts uniform.

She had a tall, slender figure with exquisite curves.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied back with a simple hairband.

The woman's features were so exquisite they didn't seem mortal.

But her pretty face was covered in a layer of eternal ice, keeping everyone at a distance.

"Hiss—that... that is the Head of the Combat Department at our Magic City Ability University! Martial Saint Han Qingshan?! The owner of the SS-Rank Talent [Absolute Domain]!"

"And that two-meter-tall man! He is Professor Zhao Wuji! With the S-Rank Talent [Titan Strength], it's said he can shatter a mountain with one punch!"

"That woman is... it's Instructor Liu Ruyan! My god! She's our school's ice-cold goddess, possessing the S-Rank Talent [Void Blade]. She's rarely seen, yet she actually came!"

Among the crowd, some knowledgeable freshmen recognized the trio's identities.

It immediately caused a collective gasp.

Three Level 6 Martial Saints!

And one of them was a top-tier powerhouse with an SS-Rank Talent!

This lineup was simply explosively luxurious!

Instructor Lei Zhan saw the three of them, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He walked up quickly and gave a standard military salute.

"Director Han Qingshan, Professor Zhao Wuji, Instructor Liu Ruyan!"

Martial Saint Han Qingshan nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Major General Lei, what is the specific situation?"

"Director! The situation is worse than expected..."

Just as Instructor Lei Zhan was preparing to report in detail, a very discordant voice suddenly squeezed out from the freshman ranks.

"Wow! Hello, three teachers! You all look so strong!"

Lin Fan pushed through the crowd.

He dashed over to the three big shots in one breath.

His eyes were shining with a light even more intense than when seeing a peerless beauty!

They were here!

They finally arrived!

High-quality experience packs!

Although Instructor Lei Zhan had kept his promise and added extra training for him every night these past few days, that amount of force was not much different from a massage to him now.

His experience bar was growing like a snail crawling.

He was almost bored to death!

Now, three Level 6 Martial Saints were presented before him.

Wasn't this a buffet served right to his mouth?

Martial Saint Han Qingshan, Professor Zhao Wuji, and Instructor Liu Ruyan were all stunned by this student who suddenly popped out.

Especially Lin Fan's naked, longing gaze made them feel strange.

Why did this kid look at them like a wolf that hadn't eaten in three days looking at a meat bun?

When Instructor Lei Zhan saw Lin Fan's posture, his scalp exploded!

What did this Demon Pill kid want to do?

What was he trying to do?!

"Lin Fan! Get back here!"

Instructor Lei Zhan's face darkened.

He rushed over in a stride, wanting to drag Lin Fan back.

What a joke!

Making a fool of himself in front of the three headquarters big shots, did he still want his reputation?

However, Lin Fan slipped away.

He flexibly dodged Instructor Lei Zhan's grasp.

Instead, he approached the three of them even more enthusiastically.

He rubbed his hands, a slightly shy yet incomparably sincere smile on his face.

"Um... three teachers, thank you for your hard work coming from afar."

"To express our welcome as freshmen, and to help you get familiar with our environment here as soon as possible..."

"How about... you hit me once to warm up first?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Once these words were spoken, the whole place fell into dead silence.

All the freshmen looked at Lin Fan as if he were an idiot.

This guy... had he gone crazy?

Asking three Level 6 Martial Saints to hit him?

What kind of outrageous request was this? Even if he wanted to die, this wasn't the way to do it!

Xia Wanqiu was stamping her feet anxiously in the crowd.

Her little face was flushed red, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

It was too embarrassing!

How could Lin Fan say such things on an occasion like this!

Murong Yan chuckled.

She was very curious to see how these three big shots would react.

The reactions of the three big shots were indeed very exciting.

The corner of the muscular hunk Professor Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched.

His copper-bell-sized eyes were full of "Are you sick?".

The ice-cold beauty Instructor Liu Ruyan frowned slightly.

Her eyes revealed undisguised disgust.

It was as if looking at Lin Fan for one more second was an insult to herself.

Only the leader, Martial Saint Han Qingshan, remained calm.

But a trace of surprise flashed deep in his eyes.

He had seen all kinds of students.

Some were wild, some were arrogant, some were inferior, but actively begging to be beaten...

This was definitely the first one.

"Ahem!"

Instructor Lei Zhan's old face had turned the color of a pig's liver.

He rushed up and clamped Lin Fan's neck.

He smiled awkwardly at the three big shots.

"Director Han Qingshan, I'm sorry, this kid's brain is a bit abnormal, I'll drag him away now!"

"Don't! Instructor Lei!"

Lin Fan struggled desperately, kicking his legs on the ground.

"My brain is perfectly normal! I sincerely want to welcome the three teachers!"

"I have thick skin, I'm best suited to be a target!"

"Hit me as you please, hit me to death! Don't be polite!"

"Shut up!"

Instructor Lei Zhan was so angry that his veins were bulging.

He wished he could sew Lin Fan's mouth shut on the spot.

"Kid, you are interesting."

Just then, the silent Martial Saint Han Qingshan suddenly spoke.

His deep gaze fell on Lin Fan.

He seemed to want to see through him from inside out.

"Really? Really?"

Lin Fan heard there was a chance.

His eyes lit up immediately.

He broke free from Instructor Lei Zhan's restraint and dashed in front of Martial Saint Han Qingshan.

"Director Han Qingshan! You really have a sharp eye! My biggest advantage is that I am interesting, and I am also durable!"

"Don't believe me? Why don't you try?"

As he spoke, Lin Fan puffed out his chest, slapping it with a "bang bang" sound.

He had an expression that said "Come on, hit me".

"Instructor Lei Zhan."

Martial Saint Han Qingshan ignored Lin Fan and turned to Instructor Lei Zhan.

"Is this the... special national champion you mentioned in the report?"

Instructor Lei Zhan's face twitched.

He finally nodded with difficulty.

"Yes."

Although he really didn't want to admit that Lin Fan was the national champion, that was the fact.

Hearing this, Martial Saint Han Qingshan's interest grew even stronger.

And Professor Zhao Wuji on the side sneered, his face full of disdain.

"What's so special? I think he's just a clown playing to the gallery!"

"Students nowadays, to get attention, will really do anything."

"Hey! Big guy! Who are you calling a clown!"

Lin Fan was unhappy, akimbo, and retorted back.

"I call this dedicating myself to science, understand?"

"Your muscles look intimidating, but they aren't dead muscles trained in the gym, are they? Good to look at but useless?"

"What did you say?!"

Professor Zhao Wuji was instantly ignited.

He hated it most when others said his muscles were dead muscles!

A terrifying aura erupted from him.

It pressed the surrounding freshmen to retreat repeatedly, their faces turning pale.

"Do you have the guts to say that again?!"

"I'll say it! Dead muscles! Forced out by protein powder, right?"

"Otherwise, why are your heads pointy?"

Lin Fan was not afraid, but instead added fuel to the fire.

He even pointed his finger and hooked it at Professor Zhao Wuji.

"Unconvinced? If you're unconvinced, hit me!"

"You're courting death!"

Professor Zhao Wuji was completely enraged.

His sand-pot-sized fist clenched instantly.

Surging earthy-yellow spirit energy gathered on his fist.

It looked like he was about to throw a punch!