15: Chapter 15 30 seconds
Ning Xiufeng saw Su Lin's back and chuckled.
Su Lin really didn't dare to compete with him.
It seemed he himself was still the stronger one.
Unexpectedly, Su Lin suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Tuyuan and said,
"Teacher, if I can finish quickly, can I leave class early?"
Zhang Tuyuan was stunned for a moment, then said,
"Interesting. Do you think you can quickly knock down these eight wooden stakes?"
"Each of these wooden stakes requires at least 3,000 jin of damage to fall."
Zhang Tuyuan reiterated, fearing that Su Lin hadn't heard him just now.
"Mm, I know."
Su Lin nodded.
He was in a hurry to buy milk tea now; honestly, he really didn't want to waste time here.
Even though Ning Xiufeng had been acting cocky just a moment ago, he didn't want to pay him any mind.
Who would get angry at a child?
"Teacher, look at Su Lin. He wants to leave class early every day, and the college entrance exam is almost here!"
"His attitude is clearly problematic; he needs extra training."
"Otherwise, the other students in the class will be corrupted by him."
"I propose we add 10 hours of extra training for him today."
Ning Xiufeng proposed loudly.
And Zhang Tuyuan smiled and said,
"Su Lin, I'll give you a chance."
"If you can knock down all the wooden stakes in 5 minutes, then I will allow you to leave early."
"If you can't do it, then there will definitely be extra training..."
Zhang Tuyuan said slowly, and the expressions of those around him changed.
"Five minutes? Even Ning Xiufeng took over six minutes to finish; five minutes is simply impossible."
"And Ning Xiufeng was fully prepared; he not only brought a weapon but also used a B-Grade Martial Technique, which is how he achieved the record of over 6 minutes."
"Su Lin is too arrogant; he's stuck in a bind now, hahahaha."
"After the last time, Su Lin must have gotten carried away. He deserves this; let's wait for him to make a fool of himself."
The crowd said gleefully.
Li Tao's expression was ugly.
He was racking his brain trying to figure out how to help Su Lin out of this.
If Su Lin refused, it was clear that Zhang Tuyuan would definitely impose even harsher extra training.
It was like a dead end now.
But if Su Lin forced it, it was clearly impossible to finish within five minutes.
Lu Qianqian frowned, unable to understand; how did her usually introverted deskmate seem to have changed?
"Could it be that he's always like this during martial arts class?"
Jiang Yan, however, wore an interested smile.
Her beautiful eyes flickered, looking forward to how Su Lin would perform.
In the brief moment everyone was contemplating, Su Lin nodded without any hesitation.
"Five minutes? Sure."
Su Lin said, walking straight into the center of the training wooden stakes.
"Holy crap! He actually agreed? Unbelievable!"
"Does he also have a B-Grade Martial Technique?"
"That's impossible. Su Lin's family background is average; how could he possibly obtain a B-Grade Martial Technique?"
"He must be forcing himself to go through with it. Just wait for him to cry when he can't finish later."
Su Lin acted as if he didn't see the crowd's reaction at all.
He took a deep breath, and his blood energy began to surge.
His blood energy had already reached 127 points.
He knew he could absolutely not be worse than Ning Xiufeng.
Besides, his was an A-Grade Martial Technique.
Lightning Refining Technique.
Zzzzt, zzzzt.
The crowd did not notice that faint arcs of electricity were spreading from Su Lin's hands and feet.
"Start."
As soon as Zhang Tuyuan spoke, an afterimage rushed directly into the wooden stakes.
Bang!
Just as the crowd came to their senses, they saw that one wooden stake had already fallen.
"Holy crap, what happened?"
"One punch. It seems Su Lin only threw one punch, and the wooden stake fell."
"Are you kidding me? Are you saying Su Lin has 3,000 jin of power in one punch?"
Bang, bang, bang!
Before the crowd could even process it, one wooden stake after another fell.
The crowd finally saw Su Lin's movements clearly; his fists and kicks were fast, like lightning.
Each wooden stake was struck hard, falling with a crash, having almost no power to resist.
When each wooden stake fell, it had been attacked by Su Lin almost only once.
Zhang Tuyuan's pupils constricted; for the first time, he felt shock in his heart.
He saw every one of Su Lin's movements, his eyes focused on Su Lin's hands and feet.
"Is that electricity?"
"What kind of martial technique is this? It's actually this formidable!"
Bang, bang, bang!
Su Lin's fierce offensive continued.
All the wooden stakes were knocked down in the blink of an eye.
Su Lin swept a glance at the fallen wooden stakes on the ground and clapped his hands.
Beep, beep, beep!
The large screen displaying the damage values jumped rapidly.
"Record broken!"
"Time taken: 30.12 seconds. Total damage: 38,000 jin!"
Suddenly, the only sound left in the room was the sound of people gasping for air.
38,000 jin—nearly 10,000 jin more damage than Ning Xiufeng.
It took less than a minute.
Thirty seconds!!
The crowd felt as if they were dreaming, unable to believe everything that was happening before their eyes.
"Teacher..."
"Su Lin, you can leave class early."
Zhang Tuyuan clapped his hands.
"Thank you."
After Su Lin nodded, he left in a cool manner.
Leaving the crowd standing there in shock.
The long sword in Ning Xiufeng's hand dropped.
His heart felt as if it had been struck by lightning.
"Is... is this real..."
"He..."
If Ning Xiufeng had left the crowd so far behind that they couldn't even see his taillights, then Su Lin had beaten Ning Xiufeng all the way out of the galaxy.
After Su Lin left, the crowd became restless.
"Holy crap, where did Su Lin go? I want to find him to form a team!"
"Don't stop me! Even if the King of Heaven comes, I'm still going to team up with Su Lin!"
"Even if I have to lick Su Lin's shoes, I'll still get him to carry me!"
"I declare that Su Lin is the strongest, and he deserves it!"