Chapter 239
Jiang Chen was calm in the face of Zhuang Fan’s disdain. It wasn’t a result of restraint, but because he didn’t think it was a big deal.
Mo Sir didn’t seem to have a good temper. He said unhappily, “So what do you think we should do? Open a class for him only?”
“Anyway, class eleven won’t accept a piece of trash like this. All of our classmates are in the late stage of the Mental Wander State. He’ll drag us down.”
Zhuang Fan didn’t dare argue with Mo Sir. He just complained in a helpless and angry tone, as if he had received unfair treatment.
“Apprentice brother,” Jiang Chen said with smile.
“What?” Zhuang Fan replied impatiently. He thought Jiang Chen was going to try to get in his good graces.
So did the others. They thought he was spineless, since Zhuang Fan had been so rude to him, but Princess Crimson Moon and the others knew what kind of aggression there could be behind that gentle smile.
Zhuang Fan’s arrogant look was back. He was as proud as a peacock.
“I’m waiting,” said Jiang Chen.
“For what?” Zhuang Fan asked subconsciously.
“Waiting for your attack. Then I’ll beat your brains out. Then I’ll go home. Your Sacred Institute’s rules are too strict. I’ll take a beating if I attack you first,” Jiang Chen said.
Now that Mo Sir had gone, no one could stop Zhuang Fan anymore. Jiang Chen had seen how hot-tempered he was, but he still dared talk to him like this. Was he only bragging or did he have the skill to back it up?
“Well, well, well. The fact that you can come to the Sacred Institute means you’re a first-class genius. You’re proud of yourself for that! So, let me teach you what ignorance and humbleness are.”
Hardly had his voice faded away when he manipulated his holy yuan. This time, no one could stop him. His holy yuan quickly soared to a formidable extent.
“Angry Mustang in the Pass!”
He overlapped his hands and manipulated yin and yang. The energies of his palms were two lights, one red and one blue. When he threw his palms out, they became one and moved forward violently.
Jiang Chen took a step back and drew out his knife. It was completely black, eye-catching. The knife hit against the energy of the palms.
The two formidable forces met in the air and started a fierce wind. Both Jiang Chen and Zhuang Fan took several steps back.
“Oh? He was able to take a palm strike from Zhuang Fan?”
The other eleven disciples of the Sacred Institute were shocked. Even the short-term disciples were surprised to see that Jiang Chen wasn’t at a disadvantage.
Only the five from the Fire Field knew that if Jiang Chen was using a knife, it meant he wasn’t being serious.
No one else around could imagine Jiang Chen was actually a left-handed swordsman. The five from the Fire Field chose to stay silent. They wanted to see whether these people’s shocked faces were as funny as theirs.
“Darn.”
Zhuang Fan couldn’t accept the result. He was in the completed late stage. According to the theory he had just said, it meant he was inferior to Jiang Chen in some respect, but it was hard to say whether he had only lost this attack or the whole fight.
He hadn’t defeated Jiang Chen in one attack. It was already shameful to him. He was determined to wash it away.