171: Chapter 171 Battle against Zhao Meng

The fifth test: Combat Simulation.

The rules are to select one student from the sophomore class for a match; the winner passes.

Wang Lin's gaze swept across the area where the sophomore students were, and their expressions were not very good.

They had all just witnessed Wang Lin's performance.

High Speed, great strength, strong endurance, and monstrous reflexes. Who would want to fight someone like that?

"Wang Lin, you may choose your opponent."

Wang Lin opened his eyes, straightened up from the wall, and his gaze slowly swept across the area where the sophomore students were.

Then, his gaze stopped on Zhao Meng.

Seeing Wang Lin looking at him, Zhao Meng's face turned pale.

Wang Lin looked at Zhao Meng, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up: "You're the one."

The Training Hall went quiet for a moment, then erupted into a low murmur of discussion.

"Wang Lin chose Zhao Meng!"

"Hasn't Zhao Meng been looking for trouble with him the whole time?"

"Now we're in for a good show."

Zhao Meng's throat bobbed. Seeing Wang Lin's expression just now, he knew he couldn't beat Wang Lin.

But he couldn't back down; that would be too embarrassing.

If he didn't even dare to fight, how would he, Zhao Meng, ever make it in the academy in the future?

Zhao Meng took a deep breath and walked out from the crowd.

The distance between the two was less than five meters.

Zhao Meng looked at Wang Lin, and Wang Lin also looked at Zhao Meng.

Wang Lin was not in a hurry to make a move, but said indifferently: "You're the one who waited for me on the Rooftop all night?"

Zhao Meng's expression became even uglier.

"So what if I am?"

"Nothing much." Wang Lin shrugged, "I just wanted to ask, was the wind strong that night? Was it cold?"

Zhao Meng's face flushed red.

"You..."

"I slept quite soundly in the dormitory. Although the bed was a bit hard, it was much warmer than the Rooftop."

Zhao Meng's fists clenched, making a creaking sound: "Wang Lin, don't be too arrogant!"

"Arrogant? How am I being arrogant? I'm just concerned about you."

"You waited for me on the Rooftop all night and blew in the cold wind all night; isn't that me feeling bad for you?"

The laughter in the Training Hall grew louder.

Zhao Meng's face had turned purple with rage.

"You damn..."

"Oh right," Wang Lin spoke again, "Did you go to block me at the academy gate later?"

"Sorry, I didn't come to school that day either, making you wait in vain again."

"You, how come you never learn?"

"Waited once and didn't get me, yet you still waited a second time."

"But now, finally, you don't have to wait. I'm standing right in front of you."

"I didn't want to bother with you, but who told you to have a masochistic streak."

The Training Hall completely exploded with noise.

"This guy's tongue is too sharp!"

"Zhao Meng was rendered speechless by his retorts!"

"Serves him right, who told him to be so arrogant in the beginning."

Zhao Meng stood there, trembling all over; this was from Wang Lin's provocation.

"Wang Lin, that's enough!"

"Enough?" Wang Lin looked at him, his smile slowly fading, "You think this is enough?"

Wang Lin's voice suddenly turned cold.

"You asked me to go to the Rooftop, I didn't go, and you thought I was a coward."

"You blocked the academy gate to wait for me, I didn't come, and you thought I was afraid."

"You ran into my classroom, sat on my desk, stepped on my chair, and patted my shoulder, telling me to be sensible."

"Who do you think you are?"

Wang Lin stood in front of Zhao Meng, less than a meter away, his gaze very cold.

"Do you think you have the qualifications to tell me to be sensible?"

"You know, I didn't want to come in the first place."

"This test, I don't care if I pass or not. Whether I go to the Mist Forest with the academy or not doesn't matter."

"But Teacher Zhou asked me to come. He said he was under a lot of pressure, that everyone was scolding him, and that he couldn't hold on much longer."

"He said to let me come, to let everyone see whether I have the qualifications to enter this academy."

"So I came. Do you know why I did all this?"

"Not to prove myself. But to make you people shut up."

The Training Hall went quiet, completely quiet.

No one laughed, no one spoke, no one moved.

Wang Lin stepped back, put his hands back into his pockets: "Alright, let's begin."

Zhao Meng took a deep breath, the muscles in his arms began to swell, and blue veins bulged.

"Enhancement Type... Full Release!"

Zhao Meng's body suddenly swelled a size, his shirt pulled tight, almost tearing, and fine cracks appeared on the ground beneath his feet.

Zhao Meng raised his head, his eyes covered in bloodshot veins, like a crazed beast.

He looked at Wang Lin, his voice hoarse.

"Come on."

Wang Lin looked at him, hands still in his pockets.

Zhao Meng rushed over.

His fist carried the sound of breaking air, heading straight for Wang Lin's face.

This punch had at least two hundred kilograms of force. If it landed solidly, an ordinary person would pass out on the spot.

Everyone thought Wang Lin would dodge; his previous performance had already proven his reaction Speed, and dodging this punch would be easy.

But Wang Lin did not dodge, nor did he even move.

[Vajra Transformation] activated.

"Bang!"

The fist smashed solidly onto Wang Lin's face.

A gasp of surprise erupted in the Training Hall.

"He hit him!"

"Wang Lin didn't dodge?"

"Why didn't he dodge?"

But the gasps only lasted for a second.

Because Wang Lin's head didn't even budge.

Zhao Meng's fist was pressed against Wang Lin's face, but Wang Lin's body remained motionless, as if what Zhao Meng hit wasn't a person's face, but a wall.

Zhao Meng's eyes widened suddenly.

His hand hurt, as if the bones were about to crack.

"This... this is impossible..."

Wang Lin looked at him, the corners of his mouth curling slightly: "Is that all?"

Zhao Meng gritted his teeth, withdrew his fist, and smashed another punch onto Wang Lin's chest.

"Bang!"

Wang Lin didn't move.

Another punch, smashed into his abdomen.

"Bang!"

Still didn't move.

Zhao Meng went crazy.

His fists rained down on Wang Lin like raindrops, one punch after another, each heavier than the last.

Every punch landed solidly.

But Wang Lin stood there, his body not even swaying, like an unshakable monster.

Zhao Meng stopped his attack, panting heavily, his hands hanging at his sides, slightly swollen.

"Are you done hitting?" Wang Lin asked.

Then he threw a punch, his fist landing on Zhao Meng's chest.

"Bang—"

A muffled sound.

Zhao Meng felt as if his chest had been hit by a truck.

His body flew backward uncontrollably, flying a full five meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

The Training Hall went quiet.

One punch, only one punch used.

Zhao Meng hit Wang Lin a dozen times, Wang Lin didn't budge.

Wang Lin threw one punch, Zhao Meng flew five meters.

This was the gap.

Not a gap in strength, but a gap in levels.

Zhao Meng lay on the ground, panting heavily.

His chest hurt terribly, but his bones weren't broken; Wang Lin had held back, he could tell.

If Wang Lin had used full power, his sternum should have been shattered by now.

Wang Lin withdrew his fist, put it back into his pocket, and turned to walk out of the combat area.

When he passed by Zhao Meng, his footsteps paused for a moment.

"Next time you ask someone to the Rooftop, think about whether you have the strength for it."

After saying that, Wang Lin continued walking forward.

The people around automatically cleared a large space for him.