184: Chapter 184 Brother Jiang is still too much of a supermodel!

Boom!!! It was as if a nuclear bomb had detonated inside Cong Nanshan's head.

His blood pressure instantly spiked to 280, and his finger, pointing at Jiang You, shook violently.

"You... you..."

"Did you not press match, you bastard?"

Cong Nanshan let out a heart-wrenching roar.

The harder he had fought in the virtual battlefield just moments ago, the more devastated he felt now!

So, while they, this group of big shots, were fighting for their lives, exhausting their trump cards, and even beating each other until they were battered and bloody...

the culprit behind it all was here... eating! Cake?!

"I did press it."

Jiang You blinked innocently.

"I pressed it."

"But..."

Jiang You pointed at his stomach and said righteously:

"Just as I pressed it, my stomach growled."

"I figured, food is the fuel of life, and skipping a meal makes you feel weak."

"If I fainted on the battlefield due to hypoglycemia, how embarrassing would that be?"

"So, I canceled it."

Jiang You shrugged, wearing an infuriating expression that seemed to say, "I'm helpless, too; I really wanted to fight you all."

"Who knew you guys had such fast hand speed?"

"As soon as I canceled, you all went in."

"I didn't even have time to shout!"

"Pfft—"

A senior in Class A with a fragile mentality heard this gangster logic, rolled his eyes in anger, and passed out directly.

Xie Fuyao stood there, his formerly spotless moon-white Tang suit now slightly disheveled.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the killing intent surging in his heart; his eyes, once as calm as water, were now rippling.

"Good."

"What a great case of hypoglycemia."

"What a great case of fast hand speed."

Xie Fuyao's voice was low, yet carried a chill like cracking ice, each word squeezed out from between his teeth.

He had never imagined that one day he would be played by a freshman with such an absurd excuse, turning a meticulously prepared "lesson" into a laughable farce.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify. The other seniors who had just come out of the combat pods were like ignited dynamite barrels, the rage in their eyes almost burning the entire lounge to ashes.

"Jiang You! You are mocking us!"

Cong Nanshan's burly body trembled slightly with anger. As the third-year chief of Class B, when had he ever suffered such frustration?

"Mocking?"

Hearing this, Jiang You not only felt no guilt but, as if he had heard some terrible injustice, slammed his teacup onto the coffee table with a "clatter."

He widened his eyes, which were still a bit dazed from just waking up, and looked at Cong Nanshan in disbelief, his tone shocked and aggrieved:

"Senior, you can eat food indiscriminately, but you cannot speak indiscriminately!"

"Slander! This is absolutely slander!"

Jiang You spread his hands, pointed at himself, then at the combat pods, and began his logical output:

"First, when did I mock you? What's wrong with me eating something before matching? Food is the top priority for the people. Although I, Jiang You, am a student in Class F, does that mean my right to eat has been stripped away? Does the rulebook of Magic City Martial Arts University state that one cannot eat cake during a competition?"

Cong Nanshan was choked until his face turned purple:

"You... that was..."

"Second!"

Jiang You didn't give him a chance to interrupt, held up two fingers, and asked righteously:

"Did I force you to fight in that chaotic battle just now?"

"Did I press the match button with your fingers?"

"Did I stuff you into the combat pods and weld the doors shut?"

Jiang You stepped forward, his innocent expression making one want to slap him:

"None of that, right? Your legs are on you, your hands are on you; you rushed in yourselves, unable to wait!"

"You wanted to fight, so what does it have to do with me, a bystander eating afternoon tea?"

"What? Now that you're tired and lost, you want to blame me? That's too unreasonable, isn't it?"

This rapid-fire string of fallacies left everyone present stunned.

The logic was closed-loop!

It was actually, damn it, a closed-loop of logic!

Everyone knew they had been played by this kid, yet, literally speaking, you really couldn't find any fault with his argument!

"You... sophistry!"

Cong Nanshan took a deep breath and stared coldly at Jiang You:

"If you hadn't made the move to match, how would we have simultaneously..."

"Hey? Wait!"

Jiang You suddenly interrupted Xie Fuyao's words exaggeratedly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

With an extremely terrified, extremely surprised, and even slightly "I am innocent" look, he scanned every senior present:

"Senior Cong, from what you're saying..."

"The reason you were all so eager to press match..."

"Could it be that you were specifically trying to queue against me?"

Dead silence.

The entire place was deathly silent.

That layer of window paper had been pierced by Jiang You in the most despicable way.

Jiang You leaned back tactically, crossed his arms, assumed the posture of a victim, and shook his head repeatedly:

"No way? No way?"

"You are the student council chiefs of the third and fourth years! You are the face of Magic City Martial Arts University!"

"You, a group of Tier 4 big shots, actually conspired to collectively target me, a freshman who just enrolled, is simple and kind, and has no power to truss a chicken?"

"Good heavens! Is this the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?"

"This is bullying! This is naked campus bullying!"

Jiang You pointed at Xie Fuyao and Cong Nanshan, looking heartbroken:

"To bully a newcomer like me, you actually didn't hesitate to kill each other?"

"I blush for you!"

"Where is your dignity as strong experts? Where is your senior demeanor? Did you discard all of this just to torment me?"

These words were like loud slaps, one after another, landing squarely on the faces of all the experts in Seed Pool No. 1.

It stung with heat!

Those seniors from Class A turned as red as monkey buttocks, wishing they could crawl into a crack in the ground.

To be pointed at and scolded by a freshman for "bullying the small with the big" and "having no demeanor," and the key point was... what he said was the truth!

They really had wanted to gang up on Jiang You just now!

Now it was great, they had lost both their inner and outer face!

"You..."

Cong Nanshan was so angry that his chest heaved violently, his finger pointing at Jiang You shaking like he had Parkinson's disease, unable to squeeze out a word for a long time.

Watching the seniors' constipated expressions, Xiang Batian, standing to the side, couldn't help but give Jiang You a mental thumbs-up.

High!

It was truly high!

First, drag the opponent to the moral low ground, then defeat them with rich experience in being a scoundrel.

Brother Jiang is still too overpowered!

"Hmph, sharp-tongued!"

Xie Fuyao snorted coldly, flicked his long sleeves, and stood with his hands behind his back:

"No matter how you argue, the fact is that you avoided the fight."

"However, you can only hide for a moment."

"Now that we have all finished fighting, although there is some consumption, it is still easy to deal with a freshman like you who only knows how to show off in the low-score segments."

Xie Fuyao's gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing directly at Jiang You:

"Now, you've eaten your fill and drunk your fill."

"Do you have any more excuses?"

"If you're scared, kneel and admit defeat now, and get back to Pool 2, and we can still leave you some dignity."