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nAt the instant Meng Chao pounced, Zuo Haoran shrank into himself. His force execution method changed again, and he switched from the fierce and powerful Reckless Bull Force to Dragon Snake Force, the force execution method that allowed the user to accumulate force.

nCrackle, crackle.

nA string of explosive sounds that sounded like firecrackers came from his body. He was like a python who had been lying in wait for ten years and had finally turned into a real aquatic dragon.

nEven his spine bulged out from his flesh, making him look like an aquatic dragon with its claws out and teeth bared. He was about to charge into the sky.

nA fierce and excited expression appeared on Zuo Haoran’s face. With a growl, he moved his spine and delivered a strange punch with his right hand.

nIt was like a steel needle that could pierce through bones, and it went right under Meng Chao’s ribs.

nBefore even hitting with Heart Hammer, Zuo Haoran was already imagining Meng Chao falling to the ground and spasming while he vomited and cried.

nThere was something extremely amazing about his skill. When his father taught him the move, he also showed him a few variations of it so that he could make his hidden force stay in the target’s body for a very long time, and if no one examined the target’s body in-depth, they would not be able to discover it at all.

nOver the next few days, Meng Chao would just feel a bit of pain under his ribs, but he would not find anything strange about it.

nWhen he would discover it, it would be too late. He would have no proof, and Zuo Haoran would just need to deny it flatly. No one would be able to do anything to him at that time.

nMeng Chao had just recovered from his wounds, so this would be adding insult to injury. Haha! Forget about getting into college, it would even be up for debate as to whether he could get into a high vocational college!

nZuo Haoran was very happy about the future.

nThen, he saw the eyes of his opponent.

nHis eyes were as cunning as those of a hunter, as callous as those of a butcher, as brutal as those of a monster, and as calm as those of a doctor.

nWhen Meng Chao looked at his target like that, he seemed to have become someone else.

nHe changed from a high school student to a person who had returned from the apocalypse.

nHis force execution method shifted from Ripple Force to Reckless Bull Force, and the change was even smoother and more discreet than that of Zuo Haoran.

nBut it was not the same Reckless Bull Force. It was the future Master Level Reckless Bull Technique!

nThe contribution points he had gained through the future Ripple Force were enough to upgrade a few of the basic skills by a level, and the first Meng Chao chose to upgrade was Reckless Bull Technique, which had great force, power, and could destroy everything in its wake!

nZuo Haoran felt as if his chest had been struck by a charging rhinoceros.

nMeng Chao’s fist was like a horn whose force went from his chest to his back.

nCrack.

nZuo Haoran’s spine made a loud noise.

nHe was sent flying high like a kite whose string snapped and broke a sapling before he fell to the ground in a heap. He looked like a puddle of mud that Meng Chao had just violently stomped over.

n“…”

nZuo Haoran’s eyes went wide, and he stared above himself at a loss.

nThe sky was still as blue as ever, but he felt as if his world was crumbling rapidly.

nPuzzlement, distress, remorse, loathing, pain, hatred, and all sorts of emotions flowed freely on his pale face.

nHe opened his mouth like a fish that was washed ashore by a wave. He tried to breathe, but could not get any oxygen. His upper body burned from pain, but his lower body was growing cold, and soon all feeling from it disappeared.

nThe two completely different feelings made his eyes go wide. Madness and despair fought for supremacy in his mind.

nMeng Chao walked over while slowly wiping off the blood from his nose. He stopped where he blocked off Zuo Haoran’s view of the sky.

n“You—” Resentment was all over Zuo Haoran’s face, but he soon came to an understanding.

n“Yup. I held back during the test. I hit the gauge casually and ran without trying hard,” Meng Chao admitted generously.

n“Why?” Zuo Haoran could not understand it no matter how hard he tried.

n“This is just the first stage of the national college examination. I have no interest in standing out like some low-class clown. Besides, if I did too well, what would I have to do if you refused to fight me?” Meng Chao shrugged.

n“You did it intentionally! You set me up!” Zuo Haoran’s eyes were practically spitting flames.

n“That’s right. I intentionally scored second place in class so that I could compete against you in terms of shooting skills. Then, we could leave the examination hall together. The homeroom teacher and our classmates would stay inside, so no one could interrupt us when we went to spar.”

nMeng Chao crouched down and sighed. “But I still gave you a chance. Before we started sparring, didn’t I tell you that we’ll only have a brief fight, stop when the victor is decided, and put all differences behind us?

n“Don’t go disbelieving my words now. I was serious. If you hadn’t been despicable enough to use a brutal method to cripple me, you wouldn’t have reaped what you sowed.”

n“I-I…” Zuo Haoran’s face was full of fear.

nThe unknown was always the most terrifying, and right then, he did not know what was going on with his lower body.

n“Your spine should have cracked from the shock. Your organs aren’t bleeding severely, so your life is not in danger. Don’t worry,” Meng Chao said. “With Dragon City’s medical skills, even if your spine cracked, it’s not as if you can’t get it treated.

n“Just get a good doctor and rest well for two years, then you should have no problem regaining the mobility of a normal person. But it’ll be difficult for you to cultivate, get into college, or become a superhuman. Still, I don’t think a person like you should become a superhuman. It’ll be good for you and the society if you don’t.”

n“You—” Zuo Haoran started shaking uncontrollably.

nMeng Chao, who had blocked off half of the view of the sky, was like a demon in human skin in his eyes.

nBut what Meng Chao said was the truth.

nJust then, two notifications had popped up in his field of vision.

nYou severely injured normal citizen Zuo Haoran. You probably saved a large number of soldiers far into the future. Increased contribution points by 99.

nThe future cannot be predicted. Destiny is filled with many ups and downs. Changes done far into the future contribute little to the current civilization. It’s only when you control the present are you able to create the future.

n‘True. I’ve crippled Zuo Haoran, so he won’t be able to get into college or become a superhuman. This means it’ll be impossible for him to be in charge of an entire line of defense and run away at the last moment, thereby harming a lot of soldiers.

n‘But this is just one possible future.

n‘If we look at this through the butterfly effect theory, my return to the past has already changed many things. Who can say what will happen in the distant future?

n‘So, while I have made contributions to civilization, I haven’t done much yet. It’s best to teach elite citizens future martial arts. This way I’ll be able to get instant results.’

nAfter thinking about this, Meng Chao cast Zuo Haoran a compassionate look.

nCould he be considered to have saved the class rep?

nEven though he was injured badly and might be unable to become a superhuman, if he looked at it from another angle, this meant that he would not have the chance to become a traitor and become the subject of scorn. He would also never be pinned on the pillar of disgrace.

nHe could live a simple life as a normal person in the prospering Dragon City, which could also be considered as a form of luck.

nNo matter what, the grudge between could be considered as settled now. Meng Chao no longer had the slightest bit of interest toward Zuo Haoran.

n“Lay still here. I’ll go and call the school doctor. Oh, but it’s not as if you can move.” Meng Chao started heading out of the grove.

nZuo Haoran coughed up blood then.

nHis originally handsome and righteous face was now a mess of tears, snot, and blood.

nWhen Meng Chao was halfway out of the grove, he suddenly came back.

n“I almost forgot something.”

nHe started groping about Zuo Haoran’s body, and soon, he brought out a recording pen from the pocket in his pants.

nMeng Chao whistled. “Look at what we have here? Mr. Class Rep, your ability to learn is this great! You started learning how to record things behind others’ backs as well, huh?”

nCrack!

nHe crushed the recording pen and put all the parts carefully into his pocket. Then, he patted around a little more to make sure that Zuo Haoran did not have a second recording pen before he left in satisfaction.

nZuo Haoran was in complete despair. Aside from using his head to beat against the soft sand, which ended up with his face being covered in dirt, he could do nothing else.

nTen minutes later, not only did the school doctor come, their homeroom teacher, Demon Yan, the teaching director, Principal Sun, and all the Class 6 students—they had just finished their tests—came over.

nThe bloody scene in the depths of the grove shocked everyone.

nThe students sucked in sharp breaths, while the homeroom teacher was scared out of his wits. Demon Yan scowled, and his face turned incredibly dark. The teaching director began jumping in anger after almost having a heart attack.

nEven Principal Sun, who had been constantly dozing off, opened his beady eyes, which was a rare sight. He looked back and forth between Meng Chao and Zuo Haoran.

n“You have absolutely no regard for the rules! How could you beat him to this state?!”

nThe teaching director was mad with anger. As he watched his heavily injured nephew, he felt like tearing Meng Chao apart. “Student Affairs Office, hurry up and subjugate the student who broke the rules! Wang Longjun, how do you even teach your students? I-Is he even a student anymore?! He’s practically a murderer, a criminal, a-a—”

nHe started hiccuping because of his anger, then led two teachers from the student affairs office toward Meng Chao.

nThe homeroom teacher wanted to stop him, but he could not find a reason to do so. He could only rub his hands as he descended into panic. “What should we do?! Meng Chao, you were too rash!”

nThe students looked at each other at a loss. They found themselves unable to say anything.

nThe class rep had been quite mean, so if the two ended up fighting each other to a bloody pulp, the students would still be willing to side with Meng Chao. It didn’t matter even if they had to do so in the face of Principal Sun and the teaching director.

nBut Meng Chao had decided to lay a heavy hand and snap Zuo Haoran’s spine. Wasn’t that too much?

nOf course, there were some who found it strange. “Since when did Meng Chao become so strong that he could cripple the class rep?”

nMeng Chao appeared to be relaxed. He crossed his arms and just stood still. Even when the teachers from the student affairs office came over, he did not care. He just took two steps backwards.

n“What now? Are you still thinking of fighting back?” The teaching director had a fierce look.

n“Meng Chao, you can’t keep making mistakes!” the homeroom teacher quickly said.

n“No, I’m perfectly fine with going to the student affairs office. Things have already progressed to this state, and I am indeed responsible for it. It’s not something I can shake off,” Meng Chao said in a leisurely tone.

n“But I have some evidences here that I should bring out to all of you now, or else, I won’t be able to know when they’re destroyed in the dark. Mr. Yan, I trust you the most. Please look below the trees around us with banners tied on them. I’ve put eight super high-definition micro video cameras on them. They should have recorded the fight just now from multiple angles. We’ll know what happened when we look at them.”

nThe crowd was stunned.

nEven the teaching director was taken aback. “Why did you put video cameras over there?”

nMeng Chao smiled. “I didn’t come here to fight against the class rep to settle our personal grudge. We were just going to spar and exchange techniques. We wanted to improve together. The class rep is strong, and it’s rare for me to spar with him, so it’s only par for the course that I’d want to record the entire session from a 360-degree angle. Then, when I go back, I could examine it carefully and improve more.

n“Don’t you always record our cultivation processes and fights to analyze our mistakes? I don’t see anything wrong with what I did.”

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