Chapter 492 - 238: Iron Plate (Part 2)
Chapter 492: Chapter 238: Iron Plate (Part 2)
As the student with the highest Qi and Blood Value, Wang Lu should have had a spot in the Nova Competition.
But after inexplicably losing to Li Chang’an a few days ago, he’d spent days trying to figure out what went wrong without success. This led to a complete mental breakdown, so much so that he didn’t even show up for this competition.
Because of this, everyone present was quite curious about Li Chang’an. The student before him, a young man nearly two meters tall, even showed a hint of hostility.
The student’s words were barbed, but Li Chang’an couldn’t be bothered to respond. He simply closed his eyes again and fell silent.
The nearly two-meter-tall student, Zhao Suwu, saw Li Chang’an’s silence and raised his eyebrows. "What’s that supposed to mean?" he said with a menacing air. "I’m talking to you!"
As he spoke, he bent down, reaching out to haul Li Chang’an to his feet.
In Zhao Suwu’s eyes, Li Chang’an seemed completely out of place among them. Coupled with Li Chang’an’s slender build, which looked anything but powerful, he felt nothing but contempt for him.
Although he didn’t know what tricks Li Chang’an had used to defeat Wang Lu, Zhao Suwu was confident he wouldn’t suffer the same fate.
However, the instant his hand shot out...
Li Chang’an, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly moved. Like a gust of wind, he shot up, grabbing Zhao Suwu’s arm in a reverse grip. Using his opponent’s momentum, he tugged downward while simultaneously kicking out, instantly shattering Zhao Suwu’s balance. Zhao Suwu’s brawny, nearly two-meter-tall frame was like a ragdoll in Li Chang’an’s hands as he was thrown violently to the ground.
Li Chang’an planted a foot on his chest and looked down on him, saying flatly, "You wanted to say something? I’m listening. Go on."
His movements had been too fast.
The other students present had only seen a blur, and even by straining their eyes, they could barely make out an afterimage.
By the time they snapped back to their senses, the arrogant Zhao Suwu was already on the ground, pinned firmly under Li Chang’an’s foot. Li Chang’an looked down on him as if observing an insect.
Zhao Suwu’s mind was still reeling.
He knew Li Chang’an must have had some skill; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been chosen for the team.
But he had never expected Li Chang’an’s methods to be so swift and brutal, taking him down before he even had a chance to react.
Humiliation and fury drained the color from his face.
He didn’t answer Li Chang’an. Instead, he channeled the power in his body, trying to force himself to his feet.
But the foot Li Chang’an had planted on his chest felt like a mountain. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t budge. Forget getting up—he could barely even muster the breath to spit out a threat.
This was utterly baffling to him. After all, considering the difference in their physiques and Qi and Blood levels, what had just happened was completely impossible!
Li Chang’an gazed down at him, a smile playing on his lips. "Since you have nothing to say, does that mean you were looking for trouble on purpose? In that case, don’t blame me for what happens next..."
As he spoke, the foot on Zhao Suwu’s chest began to press down harder.
At first, Zhao Suwu felt nothing. But as Li Chang’an’s foot slowly applied pressure to one of his acupoints, he began to feel an immense, unfamiliar pressure and started to struggle violently.
In fact, Zhao Suwu wasn’t wrong.
Li Chang’an was indeed weaker than him in both Qi and Blood Value and physical conditioning. But Li Chang’an’s understanding of the human body was simply too profound; any casual move could strike one of his vital points.
As Li Chang’an increased the pressure.
At first, Zhao Suwu was able to struggle violently, but soon he was reduced to twitching uncontrollably, unable to even make a sound.
But Li Chang’an wasn’t about to kill someone over something so trivial.
Deciding that was enough, he lifted his foot and kicked the twitching form of Zhao Suwu aside before returning to his seat.
The students who had witnessed the whole thing exchanged glances, each seeing the terror reflected in the other’s eyes.
Clearly, they had messed with the wrong person. This student who defeated Wang Lu was far more terrifying than they had ever imagined.
Zhao Suwu’s strength was far from the bottom of their group.
Yet in just a few short minutes, he had been reduced to this state.
...
About ten minutes later, Wu Yong, who had gone to an outer cabin, returned. His eyelid twitched when he saw Zhao Suwu lying on the floor nearby, drooling. "What happened?" he asked.
The remaining eight students looked at one another, but no one said a word.
Apparently, Li Chang’an’s show of force had been a success. No one was foolish enough to dare offend him now.
Wu Yong glanced at the dead-silent students, then at Li Chang’an, who was resting with his eyes closed nearby as if nothing had happened. He already had a pretty good idea of what had transpired.
He didn’t say anything.
Instead, he walked over to Zhao Suwu and examined him. After finding that, apart from some kind of mental shock, he had no serious physical injuries, Wu Yong let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Kids from martial arts schools undergo rigorous training from a young age, so they develop much more rapidly than ordinary students.
And at seventeen or eighteen, they were at an age where they were hot-blooded and full of vigor.
It was all too common for conflicts to erupt over a single look.
Wu Yong had seen it all before.
But he had been gone for less than twenty minutes, and Zhao Suwu looked like he had been tortured for a full day and night. While he had no physical injuries, the mental trauma was clearly severe.
He couldn’t imagine how Li Chang’an had done it.
After checking Zhao Suwu’s body and confirming there was nothing wrong, he pulled up the spaceship’s security footage and rewatched the incident.
When he saw that all Li Chang’an had done was plant one foot on Zhao Suwu, Wu Yong’s mouth twitched. ’What the hell? Did one kick give him a mental breakdown?’
Wu Yong glanced at Li Chang’an in the distance, then down at Zhao Suwu at his feet. After a long moment, he sighed and ordered, "Find a psychiatrist. Have him recover as soon as possible!"
After dealing with Zhao Suwu, Wu Yong walked up to Li Chang’an and said irritably, "What on earth did you do to him? We haven’t even reached the competition grounds, and you’ve already taken out one of our students. How am I supposed to explain this to the principal?"
Hearing this, Li Chang’an opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said nonchalantly, "Teacher Wu, this guy trips just walking. He couldn’t even get up with my foot on his chest. Don’t you think sending him to the competition would only bring shame to the school?"
Wu Yong scratched his head. After a moment’s thought, he realized it was probably true and let out an exasperated laugh. "You have a good point. I hope you show the same kind of performance at the Martial Dao Nova Competition!"
The school cared about results and its reputation.
As long as Zhao Suwu was physically fine, and as long as Li Chang’an could win them glory, this incident was indeed a trivial matter.
The surrounding students all heard their exchange.
The fear in their eyes when they looked at Li Chang’an grew even deeper.
At first, seeing Li Chang’an sitting alone, they had all assumed he lacked confidence—that he was too scared to even talk to them and didn’t possess his rumored strength.
But after testing him themselves, the students finally understood. He wasn’t just for show. He was clearly a ferocious tiger lurking among a flock of sheep—the kind that might pounce and devour someone at any moment!
He hadn’t been sitting alone in silence out of timidity; he simply couldn’t be bothered to waste his time on a flock of sheep.
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