Chapter 79

Zhao Zhihan was currently leading a few substitutes and a few junior female students, drinking and bragging about how mighty and imposing his team was. What was better to fool than junior female students who had just entered campus, full of expectations and innocence? With the assist of a few wingmen, he was absolutely certain he could take one home tonight. Just as he was showing off his charm, he suddenly heard someone mocking him from the next table, and the voice was incredibly loud.

Zhao Zhihan took the lead and charged out, and the entire restaurant went quiet. Li Hao was facing the entrance, while the others were either sideways or facing away. Zhao Zhihan recognized him at a glance; in the past, he would never have looked twice at someone like Li Hao. Who would have thought that such a guy had actually managed to become the captain of the Second Team.

"I was wondering who it was, so it's you, Li Hao. A 'dark horse,' my ass. You look more like a donkey. Have you no shame? You're ruining our team's reputation. Anyone who doesn't know better would think you're Captain Gao Yunfeng. Apologize!" Zhao Zhihan got angry just looking at Li Hao. Because of this Second Team that had suddenly popped up, Old Gao had been in a bad mood lately, and his own life had been difficult too. It was all the fault of this dog in front of him!

Ye Tong was one thing—not someone to be trifled with. But this guy was just an orphan, yet he was bragging about being in the Tianqi Youth Class. What "Tianqi Youth Class"? More like the "Disabled and Defective Class." He had investigated for a long time and found absolutely no records!

Swoosh...

A figure flashed by. Before Zhao Zhihan could even react, he was lifted into the air, his neck gripped by a large hand.

Yan Peng had already hoisted Zhao Zhihan up as if he were a chick; his tank-like, sturdy body possessed the movement of a ghost.

Yan Peng looked at Zhao Zhihan with an expressionless face, then turned back to glance at Li Hao. He wouldn't go as far as to beat him to death, but he had no qualms about beating him half to death.

Li Hao sighed helplessly and quickly waved his hand. "Put him down."

Yan Peng tossed him aside casually. Zhao Zhihan flew out with a thud, clutching his neck and gasping for air. He felt like this guy was trying to kill him. The next second, he was overcome with rage; he sprang up, ready to call people to jump him together. At Tianjing Martial Arts, he was the only one who bullied others—when had he ever been beaten like this!

Yan Peng just looked at him coldly. Once a fight started, the entire first and second floors were stirred up. Such things were not rare in military academies, especially when one side was the famous "Tianjing Big Mole" Zhao Zhihan.

"You guys come at me together," Yan Peng said indifferently.

Zhao Zhihan, who had just been as fierce as a tiger, suddenly paused. Damn it, why did he look so familiar? He looked at Yan Peng with a show of bravado. "State your name! I don't hit nobodies!"

"Yan Peng."

Zhao Zhihan's heart skipped a beat. Holy crap, one of the Heavy Armor Fifteen Generals. What the hell? How could a figure like this be here, and sitting at the same table as a loser like Li Hao?

Instantly, the entire restaurant was in an uproar. No wonder everyone felt he looked familiar. Although the EMP was the most influential program in the entire Solar System, to make most people remember you at a glance, you absolutely had to have considerable expressiveness and skill. The main thing was that no one could have imagined that Yan Peng from the African Zone would suddenly appear at Tianjing Martial Arts without a hint of news beforehand. Some people were already doubting if they had seen wrong.

"It really is the Heavy Armor Thug Yan Peng. Damn, why did he come to our place?"

The crowd whispered among themselves. Zhao Zhihan's face looked a bit ugly. He had also participated in the S Tournament and knew the strength and weight of his opponents. He adjusted his expression. "So it's Brother Yan Peng. It's a misunderstanding. This guy is a fraud; he's not from our Tianjing Team..."

Pfft—someone on the right laughed, stood up, and turned around. "What a piece of shit. You have eyes but fail to see. How could the Tianjing Team have someone like you?"

Don't hit a man in the face. Zhao Zhihan's face turned black instantly. After all, he was on Tianjing's turf; how could they all be climbing over his head? "You damn... Prometheus's Depuya???"

The crowd whispered again. What was going on? Another one of the Fifteen Generals? Was there some major event at Tianjing?

Depuya cracked a grin. "I actually have a bit of an impression of you, kid. During the S Tournament qualifiers, you were right in front of our team. You had zero skill but still lingered on stage trying to get the opponent's Skylink to build connections. You embarrassed yourself to the whole Solar System. And you're still managing to hang on? Second Brother, why haven't you fired this guy yet instead of keeping him around to wipe your ass?"

The students of Tianjing Martial Arts also remembered this incident. They had lost miserably, yet Zhao Zhihan had insisted on showing off on stage, trying to add the opponent on Skylink for future "exchanges and sparring," talking about "friendship first, competition second." The opponent's mockery and ridicule were still fresh in their memories—it was just unbelievable.

Why was Zhao Zhihan's private nickname "Big Mole"? He had a mole on his face and no ambition in his heart.

Zhao Zhihan hadn't expected to kick an iron plate. If the other party had given him a way out, he would have taken it, but if he backed down now, he wouldn't be able to show his face anymore. Zhao Zhihan frowned. "You two, I don't know where I offended you, but there must be a misunderstanding. This person is not from the Tianjing First Team; he is from the temporary team, and it's going to be disbanded soon. Don't listen to his sowing of discord."

The blonde boy on the left stood up with a smile. When he turned around, the whole room froze for a few seconds, followed by girls screaming. The scene became a bit chaotic; Robbie's popularity was quite high.

"The Tianjing Team is also an important combat force for the USE. Precisely because it is important, it's best for someone like you to quit on your own. Don't hold them back. I am Robbie, and I stand by my words!"

Mad Lion Robbie, it really is Mad Lion Robbie!

At S10, this was exactly what Robbie said when facing his NUP opponent: "I am Robbie, I will definitely defeat you, and I stand by my words!"

Then, with incredible tenacity, he defeated a top expert from the NUP, pulling off a huge upset and becoming famous in one battle, ranking among the USE Six Dragons.

One of the Six Dragons facing Zhao Zhihan—this was a dimensional crush. One was a hero who had fought for the dignity of the USE at S10 until he was half-dead, and the other was a traitor who had lost miserably and still acted like a sycophant. If there was any difference, the home-field advantage would have kicked in.

Zhao Zhihan's heart was bleeding. Why? Damn it, I'm just eating a meal, why are there Six Dragons at the next table???

He felt the surrounding gazes piercing him like knives, especially since the few substitutes who had come with him were already quietly backing away.

"No matter who you are, this is Tianjing Martial Arts, not Cougar Martial Arts. No one can look down on Tianjing Martial Arts. You guys are too arrogant..." Zhao Zhihan grabbed at the last straw, wanting to hold up Tianjing Martial Arts. He had always relied on his "rhetoric" to get to where he was today; there were people he couldn't beat, but there was no one he couldn't outtalk.

The girl sitting to Li Hao's left, who had been silent the whole time, finally turned around to look at Zhao Zhihan. Her cold gaze seemed to pierce through the other person's soul.

Blood Rose Orphi???!

The second-ranked of the Six Dragons, Blood Rose Orphi, second only to Nine-Headed Dragon Chaoqinglong. The symbol of the Round Table Knights Academy, the pride of Earth, and especially the idol of countless female warriors.

"The glory of Tianjing Martial Arts is insulted just by being spoken of by someone like you. I would like to ask the students present: can this person represent Tianjing Martial Arts?" Aofei said faintly.

"No!"

"He's not worthy!"

"Big Mole, besides sucking up to people and picking up girls by lying to juniors, what else are you good for!"

"Don't sow discord here, get lost!"

Zhao Zhihan's face turned red and his neck thick as he glared fiercely at the crowd, seemingly wanting to remember everyone who cursed him, but in the end, he lacked the courage. He didn't even leave any parting words before slinking downstairs.

Aofei patted her chest with her right hand. This was the knight's salute of the Round Table Knights Academy, also expressing respect. She instantly received applause and cheers from the entire room.

Aofei's popularity in the USE was at its peak. Top female pilots were treasures wherever they went. When they first walked in, some people had guessed, but they just didn't dare to believe it. There was one who looked like Yan Peng, one who looked like Robbie—it could have been cosplay. They hadn't expected it to really be the Blood Rose.

Kevin licked his lips. Boring. He couldn't even be bothered to fight such a weakling. He smiled and closed the door; if they kept going, it would turn into a fan meeting.

Once the door closed, the second floor was completely boiling over. People kept trying to squeeze up; it was getting a bit overcrowded.

"Holy crap, holy crap, brother, do you know? Aofei and Robbie came to our school! Plus the Heavy Armor Thug Yan Peng and the trash-talker Depuya. A god-tier combination!"

"You didn't wake up yet, right? Why would they come here?"

"It's real, it's real, no fakes. Right at the Armor God Restaurant. Damn, they're alive."

"What?... Which ones? Are you talking about the Six Dragons? Are you kidding? Why would they come to Tianjing?"

Those on the second floor and those who couldn't get up from the first were frantically sending Skylink messages. Although Tianjing was decent in the Asian Zone, when placed in the overall USE, it had to have some self-awareness, especially since the last three years of results were better left unmentioned; they were all living off their past reputation. Gao Yunfeng was the local popularity king and had a certain influence in the Asian Zone, but he had no presence within the USE range. And the Six Dragons and Fifteen Generals were the truly top-tier existences. Let's put it this way: Gao Yunfeng wasn't even one of the Fifteen Generals; his best honor was having been a Supernova in his first year.

"My God, it really is Mad Lion Robbie and Blood Rose Orphi. Holy crap, I just checked the photos on Skylink, they're exactly the same. It's not cosplay!"

"That burly one is Yan Peng from the Fifteen Generals, and the other one is Depuya. My God, holy crap, why would they come to Tianjing Martial Arts???"

"Is the one in the middle from our school?"

"Seems to be the captain of our Second Team..."

"What? Second Team? Our school has a Second Team???"

"Damn, there's a Campus Tournament next week. It's a newly formed Second Team."

"Our Second Team captain is eating with the Six Dragons and Fifteen Generals, and sitting in the middle?"

In the crowd, Sheng Man and Tan Ziyuan looked at each other. They had watched the whole thing. From the moment Aofei walked in, Sheng Man and Tan Ziyuan had actually recognized them, but they hadn't felt comfortable coming forward. After all, they were from the Journalism Department, and recognizing people was basic. What they were more curious about was: why would someone like Aofei come to Tianjing to see someone?