Lu An took Shen Li's soft hand from his head, his eyes calmly looking into hers, his tone slow and serious.
"Sister, believe me."
These few words, coupled with his calm gaze, revealed his strong confidence, making Shen Li feel for the first time that Lu An had changed; he was no longer the younger brother who felt inferior due to his own talent, he seemed to have grown up.
Gazing into his deep eyes for a few seconds, Shen Li suddenly smiled brightly and said, "Alright, I'll believe you this once."
Having said that, she rubbed his head fiercely with her hand again.
"Shen Li, wait for me."
Unbeknownst to them, the Qing Nian who had just been next to Shen Li had already jumped onto the martial arts stage, wanting to sit next to Shen Li.
Shen Li looked at him with annoyance, "Zhao Yanjun, please stay away from me."
Zhao Yanjun chuckled as if he hadn't heard, still wanting to sit down, but immediately seeing white frost appear around Shen Li, he quickly retreated a few steps and sat down.
Seeing Lu An and the two others chatting, Zhao Yanjun narrowed his eyes slightly and found a topic, intending to join in.
"Xiao An, why do you have to show off? Don't provoke them when there's nothing going on. Every time you have to trouble your Sister. Now the whole school knows about it, and even your Sister stepping in makes it a bit difficult to handle."
Zhao Yanjun lectured Lu An in the manner of an elder, completely unaware that Shen Li's gaze was becoming increasingly strange.
"That's enough. Our Sister doesn't like you. There's no need to keep being a simp. Also, don't call me Xiao An, it sounds quite disgusting."
The words that pierced his heart echoed in his ears. Zhao Yanjun looked at Lu An in astonishment. He was a level one Spirit Warrior. He didn't know where Lu An got the guts to speak to him like that.
How dare he call him a simp?!
"Xiao An, you... I'm doing this for your own good. I'll go talk to them properly. You apologize to them, and this matter will be settled."
His chest rose and fell rapidly as he calmed his emotions. Seeing that Lu An no longer paid attention to him, Zhao Yanjun snorted coldly with a livid face, deciding to watch how he would make a fool of himself later.
Time passed, and more and more Students arrived at the martial arts field, surrounding the martial arts stage completely. One by one, they looked at Lu An, who was sitting cross-legged on the stage, with eyes full of curiosity, disdain, and as if watching a monkey, seemingly wanting to see through him.
"So this is that Lu An. He doesn't look like much."
"To be honest, indeed. I don't know where he gets the confidence to dare to fight Liu Zunming."
"Heh heh, just watch the monkey. Anyway, if he loses, I doubt he'll be able to stay in this school. I really feel it's not worth it for Shen Li. Having a younger brother like this is truly embarrassing for her."
"Pah, disgusting. I really don't know what kind of luck he had to have a Sister like Shen Li, and Gu Mengmeng too. I really don't know what she likes about him. Any one of us here is dozens of times better than him if you just pick one out."
This was jealousy.
"Go take a piss and look in the mirror. No matter how bad he is, he's not someone you guys, these crooked melons and cracked dates, can compare to."
"Hey, hey, look at Zhao Yanjun. He and Shen Li are really well-matched. A talented man and a beautiful woman, a golden boy and a jade girl."
"Yeah, yeah."
These were actors hired by Zhao Yanjun to stir things up.
...
About ten more minutes passed, and Liu Zunming finally appeared in the martial arts field, leading his group of lackeys.
"Get out, get out, don't block Young Master Liu's way."
The lackeys reached out and pushed away the people in front, escorting Liu Zunming onto the martial arts stage.
Liu Zunming stood on the stage, his expression ferocious, wishing he could kill Lu An with his eyes: "Are you ready to be trampled under my feet like a dog?"
Hearing this, the ground around Shen Li instantly froze and quickly spread towards Liu Zunming's feet, but Lu An slowly stood up, lightly tapping the ground with the tip of his shoe, and the frost immediately shattered.
This subtle change made Shen Li pause, she looked up at Lu An, wanting to say something but stopping.
"Sister, leave it to me. You guys go down first."
Lu An spoke softly, then asked Liu Zunming, "Has the Teacher arrived?"
"Don't worry, the Teacher arrived long ago. Later, I'll let Gu Mengmeng and the others get a good look at how I torment you, this piece of trash."
Hearing this, Lu An shook his head slightly, turning to look at the middle-aged man in white who had appeared at the side of the martial arts stage at some point.
"Zhang Instructor! Wow, Director Zhang is personally presiding over this fight."
"I heard Zhang Instructor has already reached level 8 Spirit Warrior. I don't know if it's true."
Zhang Instructor smiled slightly, looking at Lu An. For some reason, he couldn't quite see through Lu An. He couldn't feel even a trace of spiritual energy on him, but the calm, fearless look in his eyes didn't seem fake and shouldn't appear on an ordinary person who was about to face a Cultivator.
After looking at him deeply, Zhang Instructor said, "Are both parties sure they want to proceed with this fight?"
"Mm."
"Yes!"
"Then, the fight officially begins!" Zhang Instructor took a step back, leaving the martial arts stage to Lu An and him.
Hearing that the fight had begun, Liu Zunming couldn't help but laugh loudly.
"Lu An, let's have some fun!!"
As he spoke, Liu Zunming's spiritual energy surged throughout his body. He formed a hand seal, and four streams of pale green spiritual wind shot out from in front of him like snake whips towards Lu An.
"One-star Intermediate Yuan Technique, Wind Yuan Technique! Liu Zunming has really practiced it well."
"It seems that Lu An is going to suffer. Getting hit by this is no different from being whipped by iron chains." The crowd commented on this attack.
Shen Li and the others couldn't help but look at Lu An worriedly.
At this moment, Lu An faced Liu Zunming's attack as if he hadn't noticed it. He slowly took off his upper garment and placed it on the ground, revealing a perfectly sculpted, powerful physique. It wasn't bulky; every muscle was just right.
He took off his clothes not for any other reason, but simply because he felt bad for them. After all, they cost three hundred yuan.
Because once the fight started, whether it was his Blazing Vajra Body or Liu Zunming, both had the ability to tear clothes into pieces.
If he didn't take them off beforehand, he'd have to go home shirtless in the afternoon.
Shen Li looked at her younger brother in shock, as if she was seeing him for the first time.
Gu Mengmeng, who was nearby, swallowed subtly, her eyes fixed on Lu An, unable to stop looking.
"What terrifying physical strength. Is he a Body Cultivator who focuses on the Physical Body?" Zhang Instructor thought to himself. This kind of physique could only be formed through countless hours of rigorous training. The power contained within was self-evident.
But then he thought about it again and felt something was wrong. He knew Shen Li's younger brother. The last time he came to school, he didn't have such a terrifying physique at all. Could it be that his disappearance these past few days was due to obtaining some kind of fortuitous encounter?
Twisting his neck, Lu An walked towards Liu Zunming expressionlessly, completely ignoring the several spiritual energy attacks that were close at hand.
"Bang bang."
The spiritual wind, like a snake whip, hit Lu An's chest head-on, making a dull thud, but the effect was negligible. No blood spilled out, not even a white mark was left.
"How could this be..."
The crowd below the stage was dumbfounded, unable to believe everything that was happening before their eyes. The wind-element spiritual whip strike actually failed to leave even a single scratch on Lu An.
This might be understandable if it happened to Shen Li or others, but for it to happen to Lu An seemed so unbelievable.
"Impossible." Liu Zunming was slightly stunned, then immediately roared wildly, swinging his arms again. This time, the green spiritual wind transformed into more than ten wind blades, attacking Lu An in a pincer movement from the left and right.
"One-star Intermediate Yuan Technique, Wind Shear!"
The wind vortex continuously spun around Lu An, cutting his skin and emitting the clanging sound of metal on metal.
"Are you giving me gua sha?" Lu An sighed carelessly, then stomped his feet fiercely, charging towards Liu Zunming with an irresistible momentum.
In Liu Zunming's eyes, Lu An was like a fierce bear pouncing towards him. He retreated in a panic, constantly sending out various wind blade projectiles from his hands, trying to stop Lu An, but none of them could cause him any damage.
"Impossible, I don't believe it, you can't be this strong!!"
Liu Zunming roared like a demon, then seemed to think of something, his expression quickly returning to calmness. Spiritual energy gathered under his legs, his speed suddenly increased several times, and he quickly widened the distance between them.
That's right, he wanted to kite Lu An. In his opinion, the current Lu An had just activated a defensive Yuan Technique. Once the duration passed, he could properly deal with him.
"Trash is just trash. You think you can defeat me? With your speed, you're not even fit to carry my shoes."
"Let me tell you, later I will cripple you, leave you half-dead lying here, and then slowly torment you."