127: Chapter 127 The Shock of Shi Yan
Wang Pingan looked at the hole on the wall that he had poked with his finger, smooth as a mirror, and fell into deep thought.
This hole was not big, only the thickness of his finger, but it had easily pierced through this wall, which was one meter thick, made of special memory alloy, and claimed to be able to withstand the full-force attack of a Fifth-Rank expert.
The edges of the hole had no traces of curling or melting; it was as smooth as if it had been cut by a high-precision laser.
This showed that the power of the finger he had just exerted had condensed to a terrifying degree.
There was no dissipation of energy at all; all the power was concentrated on a single point and exploded instantly.
"Is this the power of the Fifth Rank?" Wang Pingan withdrew his finger and looked down at his fair, slender hand, which looked no different from that of a weak scholar.
He felt that his body didn't seem to have changed much from before.
But it also seemed like everything had become different.
He could clearly "hear" the steady, powerful thumping sound, like a war drum, every time his heart beat.
He could clearly "see" how the invisible spirit particles in the air were happily rotating and jumping around his body.
He could even clearly "feel" that in the neighboring villa, that guy named Lin Zhan was sitting cross-legged, and the sharp, spear-like blood energy within his body was circulating at an extremely slow yet unusually steady speed.
The entire world, in his perception, had become clearer, more thorough, and more three-dimensional than ever before.
This feeling was like a blind person who had been nearsighted for over ten years suddenly putting on a pair of 8K ultra-high-definition VR glasses.
It was wonderful to the extreme.
"Damn, it's really good to be rich." Wang Pingan sighed sincerely in his heart.
One hundred thousand pay-to-win points had been exchanged for such a transcendent, god-like experience.
Worth it! It was so damn worth it!
Just as Wang Pingan was immersed in this new, powerful feeling, unable to extricate himself.
Boom—!!!
A deafening loud noise came from behind him without warning!
The gate of his Heaven Character Number One Villa had been blasted open from the outside in an extremely barbaric and brutal way!
Two doors made of special alloy, thick enough to compare to a bank vault door, flew backward inside like pieces of paper hit head-on by a battering ram!
They slammed heavily onto the jade-like white floor, splashing a blinding spark.
A tall, burly figure, like an iron tower, blocked the doorway that had been violently broken open.
He was backlit, and his face could not be seen clearly.
The air in the entire villa seemed to have frozen in that instant.
It was Instructor Shi Yan.
Wang Pingan's eyelids twitched, but his face maintained that calm, unruffled expression.
He slowly turned around, looked at the murderous god like a demon at the door, and even nodded at him very politely.
"Good evening, Instructor."
"The door is broken. I will apply for repairs tomorrow."
Instructor Shi Yan did not speak.
His eyes, sharp as knives, were locked firmly onto Wang Pingan.
He could clearly feel that just a moment ago, a wave of energy so massive it made even him feel palpitations had flashed and vanished from this villa.
The level of that energy fluctuation was so high that it even made him have an illusion.
It was as if a Sixth-Rank expert had just been born here!
He stepped forward and walked in.
Every step was taken very slowly and heavily.
His military combat boots stepped on the hard floor, making a muffled "thud, thud" sound, each one like knocking on someone's heart.
His gaze was like the highest-precision radar, scanning every corner of the villa rapidly.
Soon, his gaze fixed on the wall of the cultivation room.
That inconspicuous, finger-sized, mirror-smooth hole.
Instructor Shi Yan's pupils contracted sharply into the most dangerous needle-point shape at this moment!
With a flash, he appeared in front of the wall as if teleporting.
He reached out his rough, calloused large hand and gently stroked the edge of the cold, smooth hole.
For the first time, an expression called "shock" appeared on his face.
Breaking the surface with a point!
The purest penetration with power condensed to the extreme!
This... this was absolutely not something a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist could do!
Even a Fourth Rank Peak couldn't do it!
What kind of terrifying, microscopic control over one's own power did this require?
"Did... you do this?"
Instructor Shi Yan slowly turned around, his eagle-like eyes staring firmly at Wang Pingan, and asked word by word in a hoarse voice.
The shock of Instructor Shi Yan! This kid is a monster!
Facing the oppressive and scrutinizing gaze of Instructor Shi Yan, Wang Pingan was actually a little panicked inside.
He hadn't expected that just a casual poke would cause such a big commotion and attract this murderous god directly.
If he had known this, he would have poked tofu instead.
However, panic was panic, but the expression on his face remained that overly calm appearance.
He had long prepared a catch-all excuse for his rocket-like upgrade speed.
"Reporting to Instructor."
A touch of appropriate, somewhat helpless and innocent expression appeared on Wang Pingan's face.
"I didn't want to either."
His voice sounded incredibly sincere.
"You also know that when I was undergoing the Dragon Gate Baptism before, I absorbed too much yuan magnetic spirit mist. Those energies had been accumulating in my body and hadn't been fully digested."
"Just now, I was in the cultivation room trying to stabilize my realm, but when I couldn't control it, those accumulated energies... they just exploded on their own."
"And then, I just muddled through and broke through."
While speaking, he spread his hands, his expression as innocent as it could be.
This excuse was simply an upgraded version of the one he had used to fool Chief Instructor Thunderstorm before.
The core idea remained the same four words that never changed.
Gifted talent, couldn't control it.
I didn't want to upgrade so fast either, it was all the energy's fault; it insisted on drilling into my body. What could I do? I'm also very desperate!
Although this excuse sounded ridiculous to the extreme.
But in the face of the two iron-clad facts of his "God-level talent" and "Fifth-Rank strength," it became the only explanation that sounded even a little bit "reasonable."
After all, you couldn't expect a monster who had just pierced through a special alloy wall with one finger to talk to you about scientific laws, right?
After listening to this "explanation" from Wang Pingan, which was full of holes but impossible to refute.
Instructor Shi Yan's resolute face stiffened completely.
He looked at Wang Pingan's face, which was full of "sincerity" and "innocence," and then looked at the smooth hole on the wall that was still emitting wisps of cold air.
He felt that his brain wasn't quite enough.
He had taught for so many years and had seen countless evildoers and countless geniuses.
Some people were born with divine strength and could lift a thousand-jin giant tripod at the age of three.
Some people had heaven-defying comprehension and could learn the most profound martial arts after watching them once.
Some people were blessed with great luck and could pick up ancient divine weapons while walking.
But he had truly seen someone as ridiculous as Wang Pingan for the first time.
Cultivation was as simple as drinking water.
Breaking through was as casual as eating a meal.
The threshold that others had to go through life and death to cross, he, on the other hand, just couldn't control it and "exploded" through it himself?
Where the hell is the reasoning in this?
Instructor Shi Yan fell silent.
His tall figure cast a long shadow in the empty villa.
His sharp eyes stared firmly at Wang Pingan, as if he wanted to see through his soul.
Wang Pingan just stared back at him calmly.
His eyes were clear, frank, and without the slightest evasion.
He knew that this was a hurdle he had to pass.
As long as he could fool this big boss in front of him, he could truly walk sideways in this Xuanyuan University in the future!
After a long time.
Instructor Shi Yan finally slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
He did not pursue any details further.
Because he knew that it was already meaningless.
In the face of absolute talent and strength, any common sense and logic seemed so pale and powerless.
"You kid..."
Instructor Shi Yan's voice became a bit dry, and even carried a trace of sourness called "envy" that even he himself hadn't realized.
"Really is a... monster."
In the end, he could only give the exact same evaluation as Chief Instructor Thunderstorm.
Hearing this evaluation, Wang Pingan's heart immediately blossomed with joy.
He knew that he had passed this hurdle.
"Instructor is too kind, I just have better luck." Wang Pingan waved his hand modestly, that appearance of having gained an advantage and still acting innocent made the corners of Instructor Shi Yan's eyes twitch again.
"Alright, stop acting in front of me."
Instructor Shi Yan glared at him irritably.
"Since you have already broken through to the Fifth Rank, then there are some things I should tell you in advance."
His expression suddenly became serious.
"According to the joint regulations of the Federal Military and the various major martial arts academies, all martial artists who have reached the Fifth Rank and above must fulfill their 'military service obligations'."
"What does that mean?" Wang Pingan's heart "thumped," and a sense of ominous foreboding surged up.
"It means that from now on, you must spend at least one month every year going to the interstellar front line to engage in actual combat with those alien races!"
Instructor Shi Yan's voice was cold and full of iron-blooded meaning.
"There, you are no longer the proud son of heaven of Xuanyuan University; you are just a soldier who may die on the battlefield at any time!"
"What you will face is no longer these flowers in the greenhouse at school."
"But real, cunning, cruel, and alien races that master various strange abilities!"
"Serpent People Clan, Three-Eyed Clan..."
"The mortality rate there exceeds ten percent."
Instructor Shi Yan stared firmly at Wang Pingan and said word by word.
"Kid, are you ready?"