13: Chapter 13 One punch that shook the heavens, securing third place in the entire school!

Wang Pingan raised his fist slowly.

Gao Fei stood not far away with his arms crossed, the mocking smile at the corners of his mouth deepening.

"Look, he's already losing his nerve."

"Nonsense, he's just scared silly by Brother Li's 248-kilogram score. Now he's in a bind and can't keep up the act."

"It'll be good if he can hit just over 100 kilograms; that would be enough to justify the luck he had in the placement test."

Class teacher Liu Jianguo stood to the side, his brows furrowing imperceptibly.

He felt a bit uneasy.

Wang Pingan, this kid, had indeed given him a huge surprise during the placement test, but he had been far too calm over this past month.

In contrast, Li Moran's sharp aura and sense of oppression grew stronger by the day.

248 kilograms!

Could Wang Pingan really withstand this kind of pressure?

Li Moran, sitting in the front row, finally deigned to move his gaze away from his book. He turned his head slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the figure standing before the testing machine.

A faint, disdainful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The farce should end now.

A bumpkin who climbed up by luck and dumb fortune, does he deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as him?

Today, he would let everyone see clearly the unbridgeable chasm between a genius and a mortal.

In the entire classroom, only Wang Pingan knew.

How steady this punch of his was.

He didn't look at the people around him at all, nor did he pay attention to the noisy discussions.

In his world, only he and the cold testing sandbag in front of him remained.

His First-Rank Martial Artist peak vitality surged within his body.

It was no longer a trickling stream, but a bursting river, surging and roaring, impacting every corner of his body.

He could hear the sound of blood rushing through his body.

Vitality surged from the soles of his feet, and a scorching energy spiraled up along his spine.

His waist twisted, accelerating this power a second time.

His shoulders sank, and his arm thrust out.

All his power, without a shred of waste, converged at a single point.

The fist tip.

His gaze was focused.

Amidst all the gazes—some sympathetic, some watching for entertainment, some waiting for him to make a fool of himself—Wang Pingan's fist finally moved.

There was no whistling sound of breaking wind, nor any shocking momentum.

It just landed, plain and unremarkable, right in the center of the power testing sandbag.

"Boom!"

An extremely muffled, loud sound exploded in the classroom!

The sound didn't resemble a fist hitting a sandbag; it was more like a massive siege hammer slamming into a heavy city gate!

The entire power testing machine emitted a hum of being overwhelmed!

That buzzing sound seemed exceptionally harsh in the silent classroom.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the electronic screen above the sandbag.

According to convention, the numbers would start from zero and then stop at a certain value.

However.

The numbers on the display screen went crazy!

Buzz!

The numbers started from zero, without the slightest pause, and jumped straight to "100"!

"It passed 100!"

A classmate subconsciously shouted.

His voice carried a trace of imperceptible surprise.

But before his voice had even faded, the numbers showed absolutely no sign of stopping!

150!

165!

The numbers instantly broke through the score Gao Fei had just achieved!

The smugness on Gao Fei's face instantly froze.

His smile stiffened at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

But the climb of the numbers still didn't stop!

It was still jumping!

200!

220!

248!

The numbers were still climbing!

280!

300!

350!

Buzz!

Finally, amidst the almost frozen breathing of the entire class, that string of crazily jumping numbers finally slowed to a stop.

370 kilograms.

The classroom was so quiet that one could hear everyone's frantic heartbeat.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

That sound was like drums beating in everyone's chest.

Time seemed to have been pressed on pause at this moment.

Everyone became mute, like wooden stakes struck by lightning, standing there motionless.

Their eyes were fixed tightly on the glaring numbers on the screen.

370 kilograms!

What did this represent?

The 165 kilograms Gao Fei hit was a First-Rank Martial Artist middle-stage score.

The 248 kilograms Li Moran hit was a top-tier First-Rank Martial Artist late-stage level.

And 370 kilograms...

This, damn it, was already beyond the scope of a normal First-Rank Martial Artist!

This was the power that only a Second-Rank Martial Artist could strike!

Liu Jianguo rubbed his eyes and looked again, finally having to accept this outrageously absurd fact.

He turned his head sharply, staring fixedly at Wang Pingan, his gaze as if he were seeing his student for the first time.

"Wang Pingan... you..."

His voice was filled with disbelief.

And the other focus of the class, Li Moran, had a face that looked terrible to the extreme right now.

The fist he had placed under the desk clenched tightly.

The faint smile of composure and superiority on his face had long since vanished without a trace.

Replaced by a cloud of gloom.

His mouth was tightly pressed into a rigid straight line, his eyes sharp as if they wanted to dissect Wang Pingan's body to see what secrets were hidden inside.

His breathing became heavy.

All along, he had been the only sun in the class.

Everyone else could only be the stars and the moon to set him off.

But now, an ant he had never taken seriously, a background character whose full name he couldn't even remember, had suddenly leaped up and stood at a height he himself had to look up to!

This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

To him, a person who was extremely sensitive and proud inside, this was no longer a challenge.

This was a provocation!

This was naked humiliation!

It was an insult to his name as a genius!

Liu Jianguo was so excited that his face turned red; he pointed to the data on the light board, his voice trembling.

"Adding the amplification of the military fist force-generating technique contained in that punch!!"

"You have at least the strength of a First-Rank Martial Artist peak!!"

"Wang Pingan! Power test, first in the class!"

Liu Jianguo almost roared this sentence; he rushed over and patted Wang Pingan's shoulder heavily.

The force was countless times greater than before, making Wang Pingan's shoulder ache.

"Good! Good! Very good!"

He said the word "good" three times in a row, the joy on his face overflowing.

His eyes sparkled with excitement.

He was already very happy that a top-tier late-stage First-Rank Martial Artist, Li Moran, had appeared in the class.

Now, another one had popped up, Wang Pingan, whose strength was unfathomable and suspected to be at the First-Rank Martial Artist peak!

Twin stars!

Their class, this batch was going to soar!

Facing the teacher's wild joy and the classmates' shock, Wang Pingan appeared unusually calm.

He shook his wrist, and his joints made a series of faint cracking sounds.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent classroom.

He raised his head, meeting Liu Jianguo's complex gaze, and a somewhat shy smile appeared on his face.

"Teacher, it was just luck, just pure luck."

Luck again!

These two words, light and airy, almost made many people in the classroom cough up blood from anger.

You call this luck?

Then what are we, who cultivate so hard and only gain a few points of vitality a month?

Children of heaven's condemnation?

Li Moran's fist clenched quietly under the desk.

His nails almost pierced his palm.

He could hear it; this wasn't an explanation at all, this was stoking the fire!

In the subsequent speed test and reaction test, Wang Pingan didn't hide his skills anymore.

He stably displayed his First-Rank Martial Artist peak strength.

Every time a test result came out, it triggered a burst of suppressed exclamations in the class, and made Li Moran's face even uglier.

His face turned from green to white, and the gloom in his eyes grew thicker.

When all the martial arts test items were finished.

Wang Pingan's comprehensive martial arts score, without any suspense, topped the class!

The written test scores were also announced quickly.

Benefiting from his greatly improved mental power and the soul memories of an adult from his past life, his academic scores were also at the top.

Martial arts first, liberal arts top ten.

This was a report card that no one could question anymore, worthy of being called perfect.

When all the scores were settled.

Wang Pingan stood up from his seat, and under the gaze of the whole class, walked step by step to the ashen-faced Gao Fei.

Gao Fei's legs couldn't help but tremble.

He reached out his hand and opened his palm.

"Ten low-grade spirit crystals."

His voice was very flat.

"A bet is a bet."

Gao Fei's face turned green then white, his lips trembling, unable to say a word.

He wanted to welch on the debt.

But under the gaze of the whole class, and even the class teacher Liu Jianguo, he couldn't get out of it.

Humiliated, he used his trembling hand to open his personal terminal and complete the transfer.

[Your account received a transfer: 10,000.00 star coins]

Wang Pingan looked at the notification on the terminal and nodded with satisfaction.

This money was really easy to earn.

He put away the terminal, turned around, and prepared to return to his seat.

Just then, Liu Jianguo rushed into the classroom excitedly, holding the score statistics light board.

His face was full of irrepressible wild joy.

"The final total scores are out!"

"Student Wang Pingan in our class is not only our class's first place!"

"His total score has even surpassed Zhao Hao of Class 2 and Chen Jing of Class 5, reaching the throne of third place in the whole school with an indisputable posture!"

Third place in the whole school!

This news, like a real nuclear bomb, exploded in the entire Grade 12 (Class 7)!

If being first in the class only shocked them.

Then being third in the whole school made them feel fear!

What kind of place is Shencheng No. 1 High School?

It is the gathering place for all martial arts geniuses in the entire Shen City!

Those who can rank in the top ten here are monsters among monsters!

And Wang Pingan, a guy who was at the bottom before the placement test, actually rushed to this height within just one month!

The news spread through the campus network at a terrifying speed, sweeping across the entire Shencheng No. 1 High School.

The name Wang Pingan, within just one hour, transformed from an unknown minor character into the hottest legend in the entire school!

Li Moran sat in his seat, looking at no one, just staring fixedly at the electronic report card posted on the bulletin board.

His fingers left deep indentations on the desk.

His name was pressed tightly underneath the three characters "Wang Pingan".

Sixth place in the whole school.

And that ant he once disdained was third in the whole school.

His pride as a favored son of heaven, his innate sense of superiority, were shattered to pieces at this moment.

For the first time, his eyes revealed an undisguisable venom.

And that flash of hatred that passed by.

After school.

Gao Fei found Li Moran, who was walking alone by the playground.

Li Moran's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and the surrounding air seemed to have dropped several degrees.

Gao Fei walked up to his side and spoke cautiously.

"Brother Li..."

Gao Fei gritted his teeth, his voice filled with unwillingness and resentment.

His eyes were bloodshot, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

"I can't swallow this insult!"

"That kid definitely has a problem! One summer vacation, one month—this is simply not a speed of progress a normal person could have! We can't just let it go like this!"

Li Moran stopped his steps; he didn't turn around, just looking at the sky in the distance.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his figure extremely long.

After a long while, he spoke slowly.

"Of course, we can't just let it go."

A vicious plan slowly formed in his heart.