Chapter 134
Chapter 134
“Hey, did you see the latest explosive news on the forum?”
“You mean that three-star Anomaly Hunter who crushed Qian Yang? Obviously. Who doesn’t know by now? The whole academy’s heard about it.”
“No, no, not that.”
“Then what? You mean someone got caught having sex in the school woods and was scared permanently limp?”
“Not that either–wait, tell me who was rendered permanently limp later… For now, listen!”
“I’m talking about the She-Devil, Song Lingyan. She publicly confessed to Professor Xu on every one of her social media profiles!”
“Holy shit! Seriously?!”
The boy, who had been playing on his phone, abruptly looked up and cried out, “Which Professor Xu? You can’t mean that nasty old man Xu Minghu, can you? That’s impossible!”
His friend hurriedly opened an account on his phone. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me. Here, see for yourself…”
The instant the boy’s gaze landed on the beach photo–so clear that even the old man’s enormous pores were visible–he flung the phone away and released a bloodcurdling scream.
“My eyes! My eyes!”
“Aah! I’m blind!”
Scenes like this played out across Clear Spring Academy.
Word spread from ten people to a hundred. When everyone heard that “a student confessed her feelings to a professor,” with both parties being famous academy figures, they eagerly clicked in to watch.
Then they suffered a double blow to body and soul.
People often asked what depression felt like, but most who suffered from it found the experience difficult to describe fully.
They might say they had no energy to do anything, had lost interest in most things, or felt life held no meaning whatsoever…
But now, if you suffered from depression, the instant you saw this photo, your life would gain purpose.
You would desperately want to hack the person who showed it to you to death.
“She’s surprisingly principled. She honored the bet after losing. That deserves respect.”
When Qin Lan heard Song Lingyan had genuinely placed the photo on her profile with his suggested caption, solemn admiration rose within him.
If their positions were reversed and he had lost, he absolutely couldn’t have done it.
In a certain sense, Song Lingyan truly was an opponent worthy of respect.
Hmm?
You’re asking whether I skipped something?
Aha!
When everyone thinks I won’t write the fight, I’ll spend a huge amount of space describing every detail.
But when everyone thinks I’m about to pad the word count with a battle scene…
Nope. I refuse.
The main problem is that aside from describing the special effects of Song Lingyan’s Talent, there isn’t much to write.
Did you want to read this?
[Song Lingyan’s gaze darkened. Her Curse Core began vibrating at a complex frequency as streams of curse energy poured into it, condensing into a colossal phantom behind her.
The white tiger phantom emerged in majestic splendor, its lantern-bright eyes radiating a terrifying might.
Then the Vermilion Bird phantom condensed once again. It merged with the white tiger, forming a strangely shaped savage beast.
Scorching flames and thunderous lightning mingled and intertwined.
Song Lingyan released a low shout and merged with the terrifying beast. An astonishing fluctuation erupted from her body, startling even Qin Lan…]
Something like that?
Can’t be bothered.
I’ll give you the short version.
To break Qin Lan’s defenses in one move, Song Lingyan risked using a martial-soul fusion… Oh, no. It was a beast-spirit fusion technique she wasn’t confident she could control, intending to unleash a move powerful enough to instantly kill a high-level three-star anomaly.
And then?
Do you even need to ask?
With a windup that long, did you think Qin Lan had suffered brain damage? Why would he let her finish?
Did she think this was a masked hero transformation sequence?
Insert a gadget into the belt, activate invincibility frames for the transformation, and everyone else has to stand still?
What a joke.
Relying on his extraordinarily high Agility, Qin Lan launched himself like a cannonball. His feet blasted a deep crater into the ground as he smashed into Song Lingyan and sent both her and the beast-spirit phantom flying.
No mental attack. No special skill. He didn’t even need Death’s Curse. It was nothing but the plainest, most understated display of strength.
Pure brute force.
As the saying went, enough strength could make even a brick fly.
Had Qin Lan not held back, Song Lingyan’s body might have been smashed apart, scattering blood through the air.
After waking, Song Lingyan had no temper left whatsoever.
She finally understood how childish and ridiculous her previous opinion of Qin Lan had been. She had actually believed she stood a chance of defeating him.
Only after facing Qin Lan in person could someone understand how terrifying an enemy he was.
“Senior Song, am I worthy of Su Xiaoyue now?”
With the battle over and the dust settled, Qin Lan squatted beside Song Lingyan and grinned teasingly.
Song Lingyan rubbed her still-aching chest. Her eyes held deep resentment, but in the end, she sighed.
“You’re strong.”
“I was blind before.”
“Even among the monsters of the Top Three Institutes, someone like you would undoubtedly rank among the best.”
Song Lingyan had always been proud.
The fact that she liked women was no secret at the academy. It wasn’t due to some terrible trauma or a painful childhood, either.
Quite the opposite. Song Lingyan’s family had always been harmonious, and she had enjoyed a wonderful upbringing.
Her only problem was that she was too strong.
The Four Symbols Spirit Transformation Talent had sent her soaring above countless peers from a very young age.
In Song Lingyan’s memories, “boys” had never meant “powerful.” If anything, they symbolized weakness.
Put another way, boys and girls were no different to Song Lingyan.
No one was stronger than her.
In her understanding, she was the strong one who held both power and authority.
That was why she favored delicate, soft girls and believed only she could protect them properly.
Her pursuit of Su Xiaoyue had actually arisen more from admiration than anything else.
As she had said before, none of those other people were good enough. Only she deserved Su Xiaoyue.
Now, cracks had suddenly appeared in her worldview.
She abruptly realized that before Qin Lan, all her pride and confidence ceased to exist. If he wished, he could crush her as easily as a chick at any time.
An indescribable sense of defeat spread through her heart.
Song Lingyan bit her lip, her eyes faintly reddening. “I lost…”
“I’ll do as you asked…”
Even she failed to notice how different her tone had become from before.
There was weakness in it now, along with a trace of grievance.
Qin Lan’s arrogant smile stiffened, and he hurriedly retreated two steps. “Wait, lady, can you talk normally?”
“What do you mean, ‘as I asked’?”
“I only told you to post something on social media. It’s not like I asked you to do anything awful…”
“You’re making it sound like I bullied you…”
He secretly glanced aside and discovered Su Xiaoyue’s gaze growing unfriendly.
Qin Lan groaned inwardly.
“Holy shit! Don’t do this to me!”