Chapter 304 - 208: Battle (2)

Chapter 304: Chapter 208: Battle (2)

Qingshan said calmly, "What’s wrong? Haven’t you always claimed that power is a man’s social currency?"

Zhang Hu let out a long sigh. "Just look at your Miss Yun!"

Qingshan suddenly remembered that Yun Jing was a huge fan of Lu Bufan. ’That girl is such a sucker for a pretty face!’

A quick glance revealed that ever since the freshman had appeared, Yun Jing had been staring at him with a dazed, infatuated look on her face. She had even forgotten to activate her perception Secret Technique. Fortunately, Yu Fei had already revealed his position and wasn’t in stealth.

Qingshan immediately called out to Yun Jing in a teasing, sarcastic tone, "Hey, Ah Yun! You might want to wipe up that drool. If you’re going to go cradle-robbing, at least pick a better time. We’re in the middle of a fight, you know!"

"None of your business!"

Yun Jing shifted her position and continued to admire the view.

Zhang Hu nudged Qingshan. "Let’s take this kid out. He’s like Feng Hua—super-powered bullets don’t work on him. We’ll have to take him down the hard way."

"Alright. Let’s go say hello."

After facing the assassination attempt by super-powered firearms head-on, Yu Fei suddenly realized they didn’t pose much of a threat to him.

The damage prediction of [Clairvoyance], the 15-times boost to his neural reaction speed from [Fleeting Moment], and his Divine Sense ability.

With all three stacked, it was difficult for him to get hurt as long as he reacted appropriately. A Martial Artist’s reaction time was already far beyond that of an ordinary person. Now, the bullets’ trajectories were clearly visible to him, and with the added ability to predict the damage, he could easily dodge or knock them away.

His own sniping had been so successful because most Martial Artists could only rely on their incredibly subtle perception to dodge bullets, leaving them with an extremely short window of time to react.

Seeing more and more people gathering around, he understood that the two sophomore classes must have merged.

However, it was daytime, and his Inner Qi was recovering at an incredible rate. Yu Fei had no fear of being surrounded.

Suddenly, the gunfire ceased.

Yu Fei saw two figures appear before him, one silver and one red. The one with the silver talent was a bald, burly man. His frame was massive, with bulging, knotted muscles. A single one of his arms was thicker than a normal woman’s waist.

He carried a Yanyue Saber over three meters long in one hand, but his left arm was firmly immobilized in a brace. Yu Fei recalled emptying a magazine at a silver-talented individual the previous night; it seemed he had injured the man’s left arm.

The other leader, a man with a red talent, was dressed in a crisp white suit with an overcoat draped over his shoulders. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he swaggered toward them, radiating the air of a big shot.

"Kid, what’s your name?"

Qingshan was intrigued. Any freshman who could push them this far was a true talent. Besides, this was just a drill. In the future, they would be comrades on the battlefield. He couldn’t help but feel the desire to befriend the young man.

The young man planted his greatsword heavily on the ground and announced with great solemnity:

"Freshman, Leader of the Yulin Army, Yu Fei!"

An aura of heroic valor instantly washed over them, leaving Qingshan momentarily speechless.

He thought for a moment and realized that no matter what he said, it would sound like he was being one-upped. With no other choice, he put on a serious expression and said:

"Sophomore, Sleep Bureau... Director, Qingshan!"

"Pfft..."

Qingshan didn’t turn around. He knew someone had laughed—it was probably Yun Jing. ’Can’t be helped, we were too careless when we picked the name,’ he thought, something he had regretted many times. ’Still, when you’re down on your luck, it helps if someone else is even more miserable. At least it’s a small comfort!’

After speaking, he turned his head slightly to gaze at Zhang Hu. Yu Fei gave Qingshan a slight nod, then also turned his gaze to Zhang Hu.

Zhang Hu...

...was speechless.

The burly giant felt an urge to scratch his head in frustration. ’How am I supposed to say it out loud?’ he thought. ’That I’m the captain of the Puppy Patrol? Who the hell came up with this stupid name last year?’

Zhang Hu forced a laugh. "You’re Yu Fei, right? Pretty impressive for a freshman! How about..."

"Freshman, Leader of the Yulin Army, Yu Fei!"

Before Zhang Hu could finish, Yu Fei cut him off.

The young man had very formally announced his class and title to him once again.

Zhang Hu found the words stuck in his throat, but he gritted his teeth and forced them out:

"Sophomore, Puppy Patrol... Captain, Zhang Hu."

"Hahaha..."

The words had barely left his mouth when a burst of laughter erupted from behind him. It was, without a doubt, Qingshan’s people.

’See? This is why we should have just started fighting. Did we really need to do introductions first?’ Zhang Hu was normally an optimistic person, but this class name had made him want to avoid people all last year.

’Puppy Patrol... huh?’

Yu Fei was momentarily taken aback. ’I have to admit,’ he thought, ’the sophomore class names are pretty funny. You’ve got the Salted Fish Assault Team and the Puppy Patrol.’

’Unlike the three freshman classes, where each name is more serious than the last.’

Zhang Hu pointed his Yanyue Saber at him and boomed, "Yu Fei, did you eliminate Feng Hua’s entire class?"

"Feng Hua? The captain of the Salted Fish Assault Team? She’s strong, but not strong enough."

Yu Fei answered calmly, meeting Zhang Hu’s scrutinizing gaze.

As soon as he spoke, the noisy sophomores fell silent. ’Feng Hua isn’t strong enough?’ To her peers, Feng Hua was peerless in combat. ’Could it be...?’

Qingshan couldn’t hide his surprise. "Yu Fei, how did you defeat Feng Hua?"

Yu Fei held his sword, Zhanming, horizontally and said flatly, "In a direct martial duel, she was no match for me. Naturally, she lost."

Zhang Hu tightened his grip on his saber, Dragon Sparrow. If that was true, then today they would really have to resort to ganging up on him—seniors bullying a junior.

"Sigh... In that case, I won’t waste any more words. No matter what, we have to take you down today and redeem the honor of the sophomore class!"

Qingshan dropped his cigarette butt, raised his Bright Silver Spear, and pointed it straight at Yu Fei.

He knew a fierce battle was unavoidable. This kid was immune to snipers and could defeat Feng Hua in a direct confrontation. In terms of raw power, he was even stronger than they were.

"Come!"

Yu Fei felt his fighting spirit surge. The path of a warrior wasn’t just about training; it was about growing through real combat.

He had underestimated the sophomores. Without the benefit of silent stealth during the day, he was now completely surrounded. There was nothing left to do but let loose and fight.

After fighting both Hengji and Feng Hua the previous night, he found his understanding of ’light’ and ’heavy’ force had reached a new level. The transitions between his sword stances were more natural. In the heat of battle, a Martial Artist’s mind is focused, making it easier to achieve new insights.

Now, facing an encirclement of upperclassmen, he felt no fear. In fact, he was eager for the challenge.

In the mental network, Yun Jing took full command, with Gao Nianzhen providing support.

"Everyone, remember your assigned numbers! Maintain a frontline of at least five people at all times! Snipers, be ready to provide interference! Attention, everyone! The battle begins now!"

"KILL!"

Zhang Hu suddenly let out a deafening roar. Visible shockwaves blasted toward Yu Fei, forming the phantom image of a golden tiger’s head in the air. It was clearly some sort of Sound Wave Skill, and a high-level one at that.

Who would have thought? Zhang Hu, with his thick brows and big, honest-looking eyes, fought with such a devious style.

He had used this Sound Wave Martial Skill as a sneak attack to daze and disorient many opponents, taking them down in the ensuing confusion.

But Yu Fei’s spirit had already solidified, and bolstered by his numerous talents, this Sound Wave Martial Skill had no effect on him.

Yu Fei feigned being hit. Without hesitation, Zhang Hu swung his Dragon Sparrow down in a one-handed, overwhelming slash.

"BOOM!"

Wielding Zhanming with the momentum of a heavy sword, Yu Fei struck second but landed first. His blade shattered the glowing aura of the Dragon Sparrow’s attack before slamming heavily into the saber itself.

An overwhelming force sent Zhang Hu flying. The sheer power ripped the Dragon Sparrow from his grasp, and his massive body staggered backward uncontrollably.

Zhang Hu was horrified. ’Even if I’m only using one arm and my strength is compromised, I’m not someone an ordinary person can match!’

To be sent flying by a single strike from Yu Fei was simply unbelievable!

"Such incredible strength!"

Yu Fei had no time to press his advantage. A cold glint of light shot out from behind Zhang Hu, aiming straight for his head.

In that split second, Yu Fei had no time to circulate his Inner Qi, relying solely on his physical strength and the sturdiness of Zhanming to defend.

"CLANG..."

He blocked Qingshan’s seemingly unmissable thrust with the wide flat of Zhanming, then activated his [Celestial Star Travel Body] technique to close within ten feet of him.

The applications of Divine Sense were truly profound. The surprise had not yet faded from Qingshan’s face when Yu Fei swung his greatsword with both hands, the blade leaving a blurry afterimage as it chopped down at his head. Qingshan was still recovering from his previous attack; in that instant, he faced a life-and-death crisis.

"Fuck! How is this kid so fast...?"