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Translator: Tamon
Wang Qi put on a cocky grin and said, “Pa, pa.”
[What’s that supposed to mean?]
It was the sound of a resounding slap to the face, of course.
Wu Fan was at a loss to see the guy’s face, as if he had swallowed a bug. “Wang Qi, aren’t you going… overboard?”
“Overboard? Not one bit. It’s teaching a lesson. A lesson, understand? I’m teaching him proper conduct.”
“Wouldn’t that make you immorral?”
“Immoral?” Wang Qi laughed. “What’s that? Can you touch it, feel it, eat it?”
Any self-respecting bookworm helped others, but no one said to be a doormat.
[I just love the sound of humiliation in the morning. Got a problem with that?]
Wu Fan strained a smile at Wang Qi’s logic. They were mere acquaintances, but he could tell Wang Qi was ‘my way, all the way’ kind of guy. He was unpredictable yet reliable at the same time. The only problem was his personality…
[Is this why he always says ‘I have few friends’?]
With the humiliation dished out, Wang Qi ignored the guy, focusing on the fights without the slightest bit of decorum. He continued to yell and shout comments such as ‘ohh, so close,’ or ‘bad move,’ as if he wanted to be the one fighting. Wu Fan had the nagging suspicion that the only reason Wang Qi wasn’t clobbered right now by the audience outside the stage was because there was an array separating them.
Wang Qi’s holler was most conspicuous, drawing a crowd. Having lived once before, his knowledge was far superior to that of his peers. And after grasping Spiritual Energy’s Nature Theory a few days back, his gaze turned sharp and vicious. While his comments sounded random, the freshmen around him felt his words to their core.
Wang Qi was more than a little proud about it.
A different clamor came from nearby, and Wang Qi’s left side turned quiet. He looked over to find a Foundation Establishment cultivator in black attire, bringing over an Immortal Institute disciple.
The clothing was unique, not belonging to any sect or faction. It was a clear symbol of status in the Immortal Alliance. The black was deep and pure, with a silver mythical tiger embroidered on the left shoulder. It was the mark and attire of an enforcer. (Tamon: the mythical tiger Bi An is carved or painted on prison doors.)
The Immortal Alliance’s Constitutional Law Department’s enforcers were the alliance’s domestic force.
Of the Immortal Alliance’s three direct forces, peacekeepers, frontier guards, and enforcers, the latter were few and had to go through the harshest selection to take the post. First, the candidate must have a clean record. Second, he must have a thorough understanding of the Immortal Alliance’s laws and regulations. Third, the Immortal Alliance prohibited discrimination and bias. A new enforcer, having passed the many steps in assessment, had to first go to Immortal Alliance’s Behavioral Office for a quarter-long internship.
Yang Jun, who had been under this enforcer’s watch for a long time since arriving at the Immortal Institute, was escorted over.
Wang Qi wanted to avoid him, but Wu Fan rushed over to say hi.
“Wang Qi and Yang Jun, stage 8, row 6!” Wang Qi couldn’t avoid him now, even if he wanted to.
He sighed and walked over to the stage as the enforcer brought his charge.
Wang Qi’s wait was short, jumping on stage soon after he arrived. The previous battle was between two disciples practicing Thunder Art, both of whom took a swift approach to fighting.
The enforcer patted Yang Jun’s shoulder, lifting the seal on him. Yang Jun jumped on stage, and the barrier around the stage activated.
Only now did he speak to Wang Qi in a bitter tone. “I didn’t think we’d meet again, Senior Brother Wang.”
“Ha-ha.” Wang Qi took a boxing stance while thinking about how to win this fast.
Yang Jun sighed, “I know you despise me.”
“Good for you.”
Wang Qi’s snubbing caught Yang Jun by surprise. Yang Jun felt that these were not words intended to be spoken directly to someone’s face. “Still, I thank you for your advice and apologize for yesterday’s incident.”
“I’m not the one you should apologize to.”
Yang Jun’s eyes dimmed. “Then, give my…”
Wang Qi cut him off, asking, “Are you done or not? Any more nonsense out of you, and I’ll attack.”
A leopard can’t change his spots. Yang Jun received rude responses to his repeated apologies, which infuriated him. He gave up talking and activated his mental art to create a few shields around him.
Yang Jun used the Flaming Terra Levitation, which was simple to train and focused on strength and defense. It was one of the more popular cultivation methods in the Arts Archive’s back hall.
A Landscape Metropolis senior comprehended it by focusing on Divine Province’s land. It cultivated the earth fire state, imitating the drift of tectonic plates. The practitioner could amplify and strengthen the body’s metabolism by drawing a trace of earth fire into the Dantian, enabling him to use his spiritual power with greater ease. Yang Jun created his shields by mimicking tectonic plates. These pieces could stack together to strengthen defense while releasing a powerful shockwave to harm others—i.e., magic induces earthquakes. By absorbing earth fire, one could add fire to the shields as well, giving the user the ability to release flames through them.
From Yang Jun’s aura, he could discern that Yang Jun had achieved Reaching Heaven slightly earlier than Wu Fan. After thinking it over, he realized Yang Jun hadn’t yet absorbed earth fire. It was what determined Wang Qi to take a boxing stance rather than a normal one—he looked cooler doing it, and Wang Qi had no intention of fighting for real.
[It’s just another one-sided fight anyway.]
With a ‘ha-ya!’ Wang Qi did a slickback as he went for Yang Jun with a punch; nothing complicated about it.
Yang Jun used an odd movement to meet the punch.
The emo guy’s mouth perked up in a cold smile. [You’re a genius, one that despises me. And now you’re going to pay for your arrogance!]
