Chapter 8: The Stool Leg Divine Knife (Third Update)

People really do change.

Over the past two years, homeroom teacher Li Yan has repeatedly urged students to hold onto their true selves.

Especially for teenagers aged seventeen or eighteen, once you leave the mortal tier and become a divine devotee,

your superior physical condition, unique divine arts, and the protection of a powerful deity are enough to unbalance a person’s mindset!

Or should we call it revealing one’s true nature?

“Ah!”

“Watch out!” The students were stunned by the sudden turn of events.

But Lu Ran’s next move made everyone realize he had no intention of stopping after one strike!

As Lu Ran swung the chair, he didn’t pause a moment—he charged forward immediately.

Kou Yingquan’s seat was two rows diagonally behind Lu Ran, not far at all.

Lu Ran stepped forward with his left foot onto the aisle, his right knee already raised.

He aimed straight at Kou Yingquan’s position and drove his knee forward!

Fierce, ruthless!

“You fucking—” Kou Yingquan’s face darkened as he flung away the shattered chair, the clatter of furniture echoing endlessly.

But the moment he shoved the chair aside, a brutal flying knee came straight at his face!

“What the—?”

“Holy shit!” Chaos erupted in the classroom, screams rising one after another.

Lu Ran’s flying knee struck Kou Yingquan’s face with precision and brutality!

A dull thud.

The knee slammed into Kou Yingquan’s raised arm, carrying his wrist into his own mouth.

“Crash!”

Amid a flurry of noise, Kou Yingquan toppled backward, his chair and body both crashing to the floor.

This sight stunned everyone!

“Oh my god!”

“This this this?”

“Stop! Stop fighting!”

Amid the cries, Lu Ran, kneeling on the ground, raised his fist toward Kou Yingquan.

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”

One punch after another, each striking the opponent’s jaw!

Looking for trouble, huh?

Talking shit, huh?

Third-rank god—Devotee of the Prisoned Demon, think you’re tough, huh?

“Huuu!”

Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted.

“Get lost!” A phantom robe materialized on Kou Yingquan’s body; its trailing hem swept upward, flinging Lu Ran backward.

Prisoned Demon Divine Art: Blood Robe!

From the back row, a tall, martial youth stood up immediately.

Deng Yu stepped sideways into the aisle, fixing his gaze on Lu Ran, who had been thrown his way.

Lu Ran was 177 cm tall and weighed 66 kg—not bulky, but far from frail.

Facing this human cannonball, Deng Yu remained calm and advanced decisively.

One hand gripped Lu Ran’s spine, the other wrapped around his waist, then he deftly redirected the force, pulling Lu Ran back several steps.

Lu Ran, who should have crashed into a desk, was steered off course and stumbled to a stop in the aisle.

“I gave you some face!” Kou Yingquan rose to his feet, his expression furious.

As a Prisoned Demon devotee, being beaten down by a little lamb in front of the whole class was an unbearable humiliation!

“Little lamb, you’ve lived too long!” Kou Yingquan, enraged, charged straight at Lu Ran.

“Stop! Don’t fight!” Jiang Ruyi rushed forward from the front of the classroom and grabbed Kou Yingquan.

It was clear Kou Yingquan was truly furious—he kept advancing despite the class monitor’s pull.

“Thanks.” Lu Ran suddenly turned his head, glancing sideways behind him.

Deng Yu: ???

Rather than thanking me, shouldn’t you be paying attention to Kou Yingquan, who’s charging at you like a demon?

At such a critical moment, you still have time to say thanks?

Hmm… classy.

The next instant, Lu Ran snatched up Deng Yu’s chair.

Seeing this, Deng Yu smirked faintly.

So that “thanks” wasn’t for catching me—it was for providing the chair?

Meanwhile, in the chaotic classroom, voices rose everywhere:

“Are you stupid, Lu Ran? Still fighting?”

“Don’t fall for it—Kou Yingquan wants you to fight him!”

“Run! He’s a Prisoned Demon devotee who’s learned the Blood Robe divine art—you can’t even break his defense!”

“Still thinking about breaking his defense? I’m laughing—Lu Ran’s lucky if the Blood Robe doesn’t crush him!”

Though the classmates chattered endlessly, none dared intervene against the furious Kou Yingquan except Class Monitor Jiang.

Yet facing the powerful Kou Yingquan, Lu Ran showed not the slightest retreat!

He gripped the wooden chair and advanced, not retreated.

“Oh?” Deng Yu watched Lu Ran’s resolute back and his eyes brightened.

You really have guts!

Knowing it’s hopeless, yet still charging forward?

When two paths meet, this is exactly the kind of thrill I love!

Hmm, I’m into it… wait, what?

Deng Yu’s expression twisted as he suddenly realized something:

Lu Ran isn’t charging at Kou Yingquan—he’s charging at me?

“I’m sorry!” Lu Ran suddenly shouted, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

Immortal Lamb Divine Art: Voice of Compassion!

Just now on the podium, you wanted me to beg, right?

Fine,

I’ll oblige you!

“I’m sorry! Don’t hit me! I know I’m wrong!” Lu Ran cried out, his voice trembling with fake sobs.

Everyone: “...”

Under the premise that all students were novices, the basic divine art of the Immortal Lamb sect still had effect.

Especially since the students had already formed a bias, its impact was even stronger.

After all, Kou Yingquan was a devotee of the Third-Rank God, the Prisoned Demon, and possessed the highly effective divine art, Blood Robe.

What about Lu Ran?

He was a Ninth-Rank God devotee—the Immortal Lamb—and his divine art was meant for crying and begging.

Add to that Kou Yingquan’s towering, muscular frame and terrifying aura, as if he meant to devour Lu Ran alive.

Who was strong, who was weak? It was obvious!

People,

all have some measure of compassion.

Lu Ran’s wailing was so pitiful it immediately won over a group of classmates, shifting the entire classroom’s atmosphere.

But the next moment, everyone was utterly stunned!

Because Lu Ran swung the chair and smashed it hard into Kou Yingquan’s face.

Even as he swung, he kept crying out: “Don’t hit me! I’m sorry! Please, don’t hit me!”

Everyone: ???

For a moment, the students’ expressions were priceless!

Kou Yingquan was indeed affected by Lu Ran’s begging—otherwise, his forward momentum wouldn’t have slowed.

And just as Kou Yingquan’s mind was distracted, the chair smashed into his face!

“You—you!!” Kou Yingquan’s robe flailed wildly; he trembled with rage, nearly gasping for breath.

Behind him, Jiang Ruyi widened her beautiful eyes.

What the hell?

What is this?

Who cries and begs while swinging a chair?

Face sobbing, chair swinging hard?

"What the fuck?"

"Oh wow."

"Hahaha! I’m dead! Hahaha! Lu Ran, you’re a real piece of work, hahaha!"

Amid the chaos, a furious female voice rang out: "Kou Yingquan, are you even human? Stop hitting Lu Ran—you only bully the weak!"

Without doubt, this female classmate was inherently kind-hearted, which was why she was so deeply affected.

"I! I!!!" Kou Yingquan was nearly exploding with rage.

Which eye did you see me hitting Lu Ran with?

Isn’t it him swinging the bench at me?

"Crack!"

Kou Yingquan swept his robe’s hem hard, and the bench in Lu Ran’s hands shattered violently.

A surge of energy, mixed with wind and waves, churned the wooden shards, forcing Lu Ran to stagger backward until he collapsed sideways.

The Divine Art of the Blood Robe from the Prison Demon Sect truly lives up to its reputation—both offensive and defensive.

Lu Ran curled on the ground, arm shielding his head, as splintered wood clattered down around him; one lone bench leg landed atop him.

"Let go!" Kou Yingquan spun sharply and swung his robe’s hem again.

"Ah!" Jiang Ruyi was flung away instantly.

Kou Yingquan finally broke free—now, he was beyond furious!

"You little lamb!" Kou Yingquan cursed as he turned, "You fucking—"

The word was cut off mid-sentence.

Because Lu Ran had already risen, gripping a single lone bench leg, and charged straight at him.

Taking advantage of the instant Kou Yingquan opened his mouth to curse, Lu Ran drove the bench leg straight in—yes, shoved it into the other’s mouth.

That mouth!

Lu Ran gripped the bench leg and twisted hard!

That! Mouth!

The Prison Demon Sect’s foundational Divine Art—the Blood Robe—was indeed extremely resilient.

For Lu Ran at his current stage, he lacked the power to shatter this illusory robe.

But the robe could protect Kou Yingquan’s body—it didn’t cover his face!

"Mmm!"

Kou Yingquan’s eyes bulged wide, his mouth filled with blood from the rough, filthy bench leg churning inside.

He looked horrific!

As the bench leg plunged down his throat, Kou Yingquan’s stomach churned violently.

"Puke~"

His body’s instinctive reaction made him stagger backward.

Lu Ran’s face darkened; he strode forward, shifting from one-handed grip to two-handed grip on the bench leg.

At this moment, the bench leg in his hands became like a Tang-style broadsword, driven into Kou Yingquan’s mouth, thrusting straight toward the podium.

Kou Yingquan’s eyes widened in shock and terror.

He curled his right hand around the illusory robe and swiftly swung it toward Lu Ran’s hands.

Lu Ran immediately dropped the weapon, crouched low, letting the robe’s hem sweep over his head.

At the same moment, Lu Ran kicked off the ground and slammed into Kou Yingquan, grabbing his legs.

"Baa!!!"

From beneath Kou Yingquan’s robe, a sheep’s bleat erupted.

Divine Art of the Immortal Sheep—Sound of Compassion!

Face-to-face, just scream and it’s over!

At this point, Lu Ran certainly didn’t believe his opponent would feel pity.

But even a slight disruption to the opponent’s mind would be enough.

Under the stunned gazes of their classmates, the two charging toward the podium suddenly changed direction.

Lu Ran clung tightly to Kou Yingquan’s thighs and charged straight for the window!

On this sweltering summer day, the classroom windows were all open.

"Lu Ran!"

"What the—"

"This is the third floor! Lu Ran, this is the third floor!!"

Lu Ran ignored them completely, feet never stopping.

So what if it’s the third floor?

Isn’t Kou Yingquan a Prison Demon follower? Doesn’t he think his Blood Robe is tough?

Come on,

Let’s see how tough you really are!

Jiang Ruyi, who had been flung earlier, stood near the blackboard; seeing this, she panicked.

Lu Ran wasn’t like this normally.

Today, hearing Kou Yingquan’s insults—"Rats’ sons dig holes," "The authorities haven’t released any details," "His son worships a demon god—who knows what his father did"—Lu Ran finally snapped.

Jiang Ruyi feared a disaster, and in desperation, she raised her hand and drew something in the air.

Instantly, a semi-transparent white jade tablet flew out, bearing blue-purple runes she had just sketched.

The runes were crooked, like a tiny blue-purple lightning serpent.

Jade Talisman Divine Art—Lightning Bind Rune!

"Zzz~ zzz!"

The white jade talisman flashed past, striking Kou Yingquan squarely on the chest.

Since the two were already entangled, threads of electricity, like fine serpents, instantly crawled over both their bodies.

In the intensity of battle, everyone had forgotten: one of their classmates was a Divine Follower.

Third-Rank Divine Follower of the Jade Talisman Sect—Jiang Ruyi!

Third-Class Deity, follower of the Yu Fu Sect, Jiang Ruyi!

Due to momentum, Kou Yingquan slammed hard against the windowsill and sat down heavily.

Lu Ran trembled violently as Jiang Ruyi rushed over and dragged him backward.

They were finally separated!

"What’s all this noise?" The homeroom teacher’s sharp voice came from the classroom door.

Instantly, the classroom fell silent.

Li Yanzhu immediately saw Lu Ran, trembling and collapsed on the floor, and understood instantly.

She was furious. "The school has repeatedly forbidden private fights! Do you want to be expelled?"

As she scolded, Li Yanzhu noticed Kou Yingquan slumped against the windowsill, pale-faced.

She saw his mouth full of blood, a bench leg still jammed inside.

Just moments ago, she’d been confused, thinking Jiang Ruyi and Lu Ran had fought.

Now that she saw Kou Yingquan was the other fighter, Li Yanzhu understood—and her rage intensified.

For two years, these two students had always clashed verbally, but kept it restrained.

Now you’ve gotten bold!

You’ve both become Divine Followers and dare to fight?

"Spit it out! Give me that wood!" Li Yanzhu’s face turned ashen. "Look at yourself! You’ve disgraced the Prison Demon Sect!"

Even with the homeroom teacher’s scolding, Kou Yingquan remained dazed.

He’d just escaped death’s door—terrified, trembling uncontrollably.

Li Yanzhu’s fury boiled over: "Kou Yingquan!!"

"Mmm!" Kou Yingquan snapped back to awareness, hands shaking as he pulled the bench leg from his mouth.

But as the wood touched his throat, he gagged again.

“Mmm!” Kou Yingquan snapped back to his senses, his hands trembling as he pulled the stool leg from his mouth.

His stomach churned violently.

He vomited everything—undigested buns, pickled vegetables, millet porridge, mixed with mouthfuls of blood—all at once.

Li Yanzhu roared: "Both of you, get out to the hallway—stand there as punishment!"

Over here, Lu Ran finally returned to himself. He gripped the podium, swaying as he stood up.

"Get out!" The homeroom teacher’s shout made Lu Ran’s ears ring. "Now!"

Lu Ran stared toward the windowsill, back to the classroom door, stepping backward slowly.

As he walked, he watched the disheveled, broken Kou Yingquan below the window.

Lu Ran gazed toward the windowsill, his back to the classroom door, stepping slowly backward.

Lu Ran smirked, adjusted his disheveled collar, and stepped out of the classroom.

"Hah."

Lu Ran grinned, adjusted his disheveled collar with one hand, and stepped out of the classroom.

“Oh no,” Deng Yu muttered from the back of the classroom, watching that figure depart with effortless grace. “Oh no, oh no.”

This Lu Ran,

is he really targeting me?

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