70: Chapter 70 Youthful Misbehavior! A Trip to the Lower City! The Battle for First Place!

"Chen Lin, you're very special!"

Gong Ling took a deep breath, hurried to catch up with Chen Lin, his tone even carrying a hint of earnestness:

"Could you scold me a couple more times?"

Chen Lin paused in his steps, turned back to look at him, his gaze like he was looking at a lunatic.

"Are you sick in the head?"

"How did you know!"

Gong Ling's eyes were frighteningly bright: "I've been looked down upon since I was a kid. Later, I became strong, and everyone started treating me with courtesy."

"That feeling... it's gone!"

"Do you know that kind of emptiness?"

"..."

Chen Lin was silent for three seconds, then turned and walked away.

"Do you know that kind of emptiness!!!"

Gong Ling chased after him, shouting: "Chen Lin! That look you gave me just now!"

"That exact look of disdain, disgust, like you were looking at trash! Do it again!"

???

Dude, seriously? Is this right with you?!

The whole place was silent. Nearly a thousand freshmen in the stands collectively turned to stone.

Lin Wan's smile froze on her face, and the glow stick in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter."

Instructor Zhao Tieshan held the microphone, his mouth half-open, not knowing whether to shout "start."

Ye Huang turned his head, expressionless, to look at Wang Gu: "Does he have... something wrong with his brain?"

Wang Gu thought seriously for two seconds: "For a genius of this level, maybe he has some special hobbies."

Ye Huang: "..."

On the arena. Chen Lin had already stood in his position, a full ten meters away from Gong Ling.

It wasn't a tactical distance; he was genuinely disgusted.

Gong Ling set up his stance on the opposite side, grinding ink and laying out paper, his movements fluid and smooth. He looked at Chen Lin, his eyes shining.

"Chen Lin, do you look down on me?"

"Yes." Chen Lin was expressionless.

"Good! That's exactly the attitude!"

Gong Ling picked up his brush and dipped it in ink, his entire aura changing instantly: "Then I'll let you see just how strong a disgusting man can be!"

"Shaping Stage Level 6 — Literary Heart Carving Dragons!"

The brush drew an arc in the air, and the ink condensed into a massive character for "Kill" in mid-air. It surged toward Chen Lin, suppressing him with terrifying Source Energy fluctuations!

The whole audience gasped.

"This energy fluctuation, Shaping Stage Level 6! No, wait, I remember Gong Ling was at Shaping Stage Level 5! How is he at Level 6 now!"

"It's over, Chen Lin has met his match!"

"Damn, you have to admit, this guy is pretty badass!"

Lin Wan screamed from below the stage: "Go Gong Ling! Let him see your..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Chen Lin raised his right hand, palm facing down. He jumped high and slammed it onto the ground.

"Sandstorm: Great Burial."

BOOM!!! The lights in the entire arena went out instantly. No, they didn't go out; all anyone could see was a dim, yellowish haze.

The fifty-meter diameter arena was completely swallowed by a tornado of sand connecting heaven and earth within 0.3 seconds.

The Source Energy patterns on the alloy floor flashed crazily, then "crackle, crackle" exploded in patches.

Instructor Zhao Tieshan's expression changed drastically. He crossed his arms to protect his chest, was pushed five meters back by the shockwaves of the Sandstorm, his leather shoes plowing two scorched marks into the alloy floor.

"Holy crap!!"

The freshmen in the stands were all stunned.

The "Kill" character had only flown three meters before being torn to shreds by the Sandstorm. The ink turned into a sky full of black rain, curling back and slapping onto Gong Ling's face.

Gong Ling held his brush horizontally in front of him, his Source Energy protection fully active. But every grain of sand in the Sandstorm weighed a thousand pounds, slamming into him with a "bang, bang" sound. It was like being strafed by a machine gun.

Gong Ling barely managed to open his eyes; the black ink on his face was beaten into a paste by the sand grains, and he looked like he'd been fished out of a mud pit.

The worst part was—he couldn't move.

The flow of the Sandstorm was too fast; every time he tried to lift a foot, dozens of tons of sand pushed him back. The moment he tried to force his way out, a terrifying control force locked his Source Energy flow directly. Even if only for a second.

Chen Lin's figure emerged from the Sandstorm, appearing in front of Gong Ling.

"You..."

Gong Ling just opened his mouth.

Cold lightning flashed in Chen Lin's eyes, and the Great Luck Fist was charging up.

Boom.

A punch landed, the sound deep and resonant, audible to the entire arena. This massive power sent Gong Ling flying, a happy smile on his face. At this moment, Gong Ling seemed to see his great-grandmother on the other side of the river.

The Sandstorm stopped. The lights came back on. The whole place was dead silent.

Chen Lin squatted down, wiped the soles of his shoes with the clean cuff of Gong Ling's shirt, stood up, and looked at the referee's table.

"Did I win?"

Instructor Zhao Tieshan looked at Gong Ling, who was lying motionless on the arena, then looked at Chen Lin, and swallowed with difficulty.

"The... the winner is Chen Lin."

"Hm."

Chen Lin turned and walked off the stage.

"Damn, that was so decisive..."

"He knocked Gong Ling flying with one punch? Is that right?"

"That power Chen Lin just used wasn't Shaping Stage Level 2; it looked like Shaping Stage Level 9!"

"Huh? Brother, are you serious? Shaping Stage Level 2, dishing out the power of Shaping Stage Level 9?"

"Badass, I have nothing to say!"

"My god, that hand-raised Sandstorm, that charged-up punch! That little combo—if it were me, I feel like I'd be dead!"

"So, that means Gong Ling is actually pretty tough!"

"..."

Chen Lin's strength completely shocked the entire academy. The teachers and spectators present knew very well just how terrifying that punch he just threw was! Add in that Sandstorm martial technique. The title of number one in combat strength was truly well-deserved!

Chen Lin no longer needed to participate in the subsequent battles. Knocking Gong Ling flying with one punch meant that in terms of martial arts, Chen Lin was already leading these freshmen by a wide margin! Of course, if you were comparing literature, that would be another story.

As for the afternoon singles tournament, after much deliberation, the referees unanimously decided. Chen Lin, who had only fought one match, was declared to have advanced directly. He would head to the Lower City tomorrow to vie for the title of number one freshman. The other contestants agreed; after all, who likes to get beaten up?

Chen Lin was waiting in the contestant area, unaware of this news. On the other side, Senior Sister Ning Jia from the second year specifically ran over to notify him.

But just as she walked to the door, she heard Chen Lin's singing drifting out from inside. It was clear he was in a pretty good mood.

"Oh~~~ What Mom and Dad gave me is mine."

"What Grandma and Grandpa gave me is naturally mine too."

Such a familiar melody; Senior Sister Ning Jia smiled knowingly and subconsciously hummed along. But the more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong.

"Youthful recklessness belongs to when one is young."

"I want to pretend to be sweet and then plot against him~~~"

"Oh, Mom and Dad always talk about the hardships experienced, I say don't suffer unnecessarily."

"Yours is all mine, it's all... mine."

Senior Sister Ning Jia had a face full of question marks: ???

"What kind of thunderous song is this?"

Her face darkened as she pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Chen Lin and asking doubtfully: "Chen Lin, what are you singing?"

"If I were young and immoral but not inferior." Chen Lin asked back, looking surprised, "Haven't you heard it?"

Senior Sister Ning Jia paused, what a "young and immoral."

"Is that even the original version you're listening to?"

"At the assembly, they gave repeated instructions: when martial artists check songs, the first step is to find a legitimate website. If you really can't, get Wang Gu and Ye Huang to assist. You, this..."