Chapter 154: Insulting Lanling (Thanks to 'Yanyuan Zhishang' for Alliance Leader)

Outside the main entrance of the training ground.

"One more warning: the ranking of the competition is not something you and Bai Zhenzhen can occupy forever."

"Don't participate in the upcoming first-year Dao-heart competition."

With that, Zhou Chechen had already walked into the training ground, as if he didn't intend to give Zhang Yu any chance to retort.

Or perhaps he meant... if you want to resist, then come in and tell me—if you have the confidence and the courage.

And with Zhou Chechen's arrival, the entire training ground seemed to welcome a winter chill.

It wasn't just the cold aura Zhou Chechen brought that objectively lowered the temperature.

It was more the accumulated authority of this student council vice-president, pressing down like dark clouds over a city, making both first-year and second-year students feel they hardly dared to breathe.

So the first-year students bowed together: "Greetings, senior."

The second-year students on the other side also bowed respectfully: "Greetings, president."

Even Lan Ling, who had been somewhat enraged moments earlier, now, with Zhou Chechen's arrival, was struck by that cold aura and calmed down, no longer arguing with Bai Zhenzhen.

He lightly tensed the muscles on his chest, then wiped his hand across, and the torn skin and muscles remerged, completely erasing the words "college student."

Zhou Chechen swept his gaze across the crowd, finally settling on Bai Zhenzhen, and said coolly, "Bai Zhenzhen, Senior Lan Ling kindly guided you in practical combat techniques, yet you used tricks to humiliate him. This truly goes against the spirit of our Songyang High School..."

Zhao Tianxing, watching from the side, felt a familiar sensation rise: "Here we go again. It was just like this a few months ago."

"Once Zhou Chechen arrives, no one can stand in his way."

"If Zhang Pianpian hadn't suppressed him in the end, Yu Zi and A Zhen would probably have been bullied to death back then."

A flash of insight seemed to cross Zhao Tianxing's mind: "It's the same now."

"With a few moves and a few words, Zhou Chechen completely changes the entire atmosphere of the scene."

"I can feel that as Zhou Chechen makes his move next... the clown position here is about to shift again."

Zhao Tianxing looked at Bai Zhenzhen nervously and worriedly, then looked at himself. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that the clown position would shift to the two of them.

Just then, Zhang Yu had also walked into the training ground. He looked at Zhou Chechen and smiled, "Since when did the spirit of our Songyang High School forbid humiliating other students?"

"Students with higher scores are allowed to insult those with lower scores; good grades are everything. Isn't that the true spirit of our Songyang High School?"

Many students present, whether first-year or second-year, nodded secretly upon hearing this, deeply agreeing with Zhang Yu's reasoning.

Zhou Chechen also looked at Zhang Yu with a scrutinizing gaze, thinking: "You dare to come in? Then let me see what gives you such confidence."

Zhang Yu continued, "With Lan Ling's level, how many competition rankings did he get in his first year? Has he ever exchanged pointers with students from the top three high schools?"

"Bai Zhenzhen placed fourth in the martial arts competition and fifth in the sports competition. Why can't she insult Lan Ling?"

Bai Zhenzhen said coolly from the side, "When Zhang Yu and I went to White Dragon High School to exchange martial arts with their top students Yu Xinghan and Song Hailong, students like this who haven't gotten any competition rankings had to kneel outside and listen."

Qian Shen also couldn't help but speak up, "That's right. In high school, grades rule. Given Bai Zhenzhen's competition results, her evolution level is far above Lan Ling's. What's wrong with her insulting Lan Ling?"

Indeed, a high-performing student insulting a low-performing student—is that even a big deal? Isn't that just the daily routine of our Songyang High School? Every student present either had experience insulting others, being insulted, or both. At these words, they all nodded secretly.

Even among the second-year students, many subtly changed the way they looked at Lan Ling.

Listening to their back-and-forth remarks, Lan Ling's qi and blood churned more violently, his breathing grew heavier, his face flushed redder, and veins bulged on his forehead as if about to burst—but he couldn't utter a single word.

Because every word they said pinned him on the principle that scores are supreme and grades rule, leaving Lan Ling both wanting to lash out and feeling he couldn't. In the end, he could only glare fiercely at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen without letting up.

At that moment, Lan Ling even felt something—was he, damn it, being bullied by students with better grades?

Zhao Tianxing watched this scene, his eyes sparkling with amazement: "Just a moment ago, when Zhou Chechen said a few words, I thought the clown position was about to shift. Who knew that after A Yu came in, he instantly turned the situation around and firmly pinned the clown position on Lan Ling."

But just as everyone's emotions were being swayed by Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen's words—

Zhou Chechen took a step forward, and the cold aura on him exploded violently, sweeping a bone-chilling wind across the entire training ground.

Zhou Chechen said coldly, "Lan Ling is a student council officer, representing the student council."

"He kindly came to guide junior students, but was humiliated by Bai Zhenzhen. This disrupts the school's teaching order, and has nothing to do with high or low scores."

Accompanying the cold wind bursting from Zhou Chechen's body was an oppressive force on the psyche.

An intense fear surged into many hearts, causing them to inexplicably feel tense, with racing hearts, and not daring to refute Zhou Chechen's words in any way.

Zhang Yu, who was not far in front of Zhou Chechen, bore the brunt of it; as the biting wind rushed at his face, a trace of fear was even stirred up in his heart.

Fuji warned, “Be careful, it’s the influence of the mental cultivation method.”

Zhang Yu immediately activated the Heaven Martial Heart Refining Art, and a martial will to defy heaven and earth burst forth from his mind, completely suppressing the fear that had just arisen.

Some information about Zhou Chechen also surfaced in Zhang Yu’s mind.

Before Zhang Pianpian left, she had instructed Zhang Yu on many things, naturally giving him a lot of useful intelligence.

Among them, Zhou Chechen and Lan Ling were the two who held great hostility toward Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, so Zhang Pianpian had naturally told him about these two.

“The freezing aura around Zhou Chechen comes from an expert-level technique called the Frost Sky Freezing Aura Field, and his mental cultivation method is the Frost Prison Art, which matches the Frost Sky Freezing Aura Field.”

“These two techniques form a complete set, complementing and benefiting each other.”

Zhang Yu also knew that, unlike most purchased techniques, the Frost Sky Freezing Aura Field and Frost Prison Art were not bought by Zhou Chechen; they were techniques passed down in his family for many generations.

The Zhou family’s first pot of gold came from selling the exclusive agency rights of these two techniques to the Wanxing Education Group.

However, although the copyrights to the techniques were sold, in Songyang City, almost only the Zhou family could truly succeed in cultivating this paired set of techniques.

The reason for this was related to the cultivation method of these two techniques.

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Cultivating the Frost Sky Freezing Aura Field requires refining the yin-cold baleful aura and death resentment from corpses, then suppressing them with the Frost Prison Art mental cultivation method.

Once mastered, not only does every movement bring forth a sky full of freezing aura, but it can also unleash the resentment remnants from countless corpses, forming a fear attack.

And in Songyang City, corpses naturally cost money.

Not only does buying corpses cost money, but handling corpses costs even more.

Whether it’s wall burial, box burial, cremation, or water burial, each has different fee standards.

If the family intends to sell the corpse directly, they also need to go to a professional institution for processing and appraisal, paying a handling fee and corpse transaction tax.

And if they think about dumping it in a ditch or a small river, they will be subject to a hefty fine.

The Zhou family behind Zhou Chechen had long been in the corpse processing business in Songyang City, possessing a large stock of fresh corpses, allowing them to make money while training their techniques.

…

At this moment, Fuji warned, “If we have to fight this Zhou Chechen… it’s going to be troublesome.”

“The Frost Sky Freezing Aura Field has an extremely large attack range. As soon as you get close, you’ll be invaded by the freezing aura, your muscles will stiffen, and your magical power circulation will slow down. The longer you fight him, the worse your condition becomes. There’s no way to dodge this pervasive freezing aura.”

“Combined with his Frost Prison Art, it can also weaken the opponent’s mental state.”

“If you can’t take him out in one go, he’ll keep weakening you until the accumulated freezing aura inside you bursts, causing severe damage.”

“And as the number one in the sophomore year, all his stats are certainly still above yours. It’s very difficult to blow him up in a short time.”

“So to deal with this guy, we have to use the method we discussed earlier.”

Of course, Zhang Yu knew what Fuji meant: “This kind of public practical combat is not like the exam against the Yellow Turban Powerhouse, where you just bury your head and use brute force. You have to apply various practical combat techniques, attacking the mind first...”

On the other side, Zhou Chechen, who was operating the Frost Prison Art, looked at Zhang Yu. A strong oppressive fear emanated from his eyes as he said coldly, “Bai Zhenzhen disrupted the teaching order. Do you want to do the same?”

“Zhang Yu, do you also want to disrupt the teaching order?”

Facing Zhou Chechen’s pressure, Zhang Yu activated the Heaven Martial Heart Refining Art and said without any fear, “Senior, you can use your mental cultivation cultivation to silence others, but you cannot silence the results of me and Bai Zhenzhen.”

“Today, I will stand right here, not dodging, not parrying, not evading, and take ten of your moves head-on.”

“If within ten moves, senior can knock me down, I will willingly accept the guidance of the student council.”

“If not, then please, senior, abide by the spirit of Songyang High School and allow an excellent student like Bai Zhenzhen to freely humiliate a poor student like Lan Ling.”

“Ridiculous.” Lan Ling snorted angrily and said, “Kid, are you trying to cheat medical expenses?”

Zhou Chechen held back Lan Ling, whose chest was about to burst with anger.

Zhou Chechen looked at Zhang Yu, the coldness in his eyes intensifying. “Very well. What you said is really very well.”

“Don’t worry, it won’t take ten moves. You won’t need to go to the medical room either.”

“Within three moves, I will pin you to the ground.”

As he spoke, Zhou Chechen's figure stirred up a sky full of freezing air, and he struck a palm toward Zhang Yu from afar.