Chapter 32: I Want You to Help Me Beat Him Up

Just an instant!

Han Wenqing and Su Lingwei, originally several meters apart, had their weapons collide, gusts of wind raging!

But the gap between a spear and flying knives was simply too great. In just a moment, Su Lingwei was forced to retreat by the shock. The spear plunged deep into the dueling platform, then Han Wenqing casually pulled it out and twirled a spear flourish.

He gave a sharp cry, the aura around him climbing once again!

"Junior Sister Su, be careful!"

A true dragon phantom condensed from Spirit Power coiled around the spear shaft—clearly some kind of powerful Wuji.

A member of the Student Union exclaimed:

"It's the President's signature ultimate technique, Dragon Roar Spear! He's planning to end this duel as fast as possible."

"This freshman is done for. This A-grade Wuji is the Han Family's hereditary ultimate art. Back when he was at the Spirit Guidance Realm, Han Wenqing defeated a mid-stage third-tier Fierce Beast with this very move. Now he's executing it at the Spirit Sea Realm—probably no one at the same level can withstand it, let alone an opponent who's only at the Spirit Guidance Realm."

"Tch, I told you the President would win for sure. Back then, if there hadn't been restrictions against Jiang Qin, that monster Jiang Qin would've been beaten senseless by the President." This book's first release: Tian Tian Kan Xiao Shuo has a vast library, ttk. tw—read anytime, providing you with error-free chapters and an out-of-order-free reading experience.

But very quickly, the chatter among the crowd abruptly stopped.

A streak of sharp silver light tore through the air, precisely striking the spear tip. Then another silver flying knife shot toward Han Wenqing's throat. His force-gathering interrupted, he was greatly alarmed and had no choice but to retreat to dodge.

From gathering force to being interrupted, it seemed long, but in reality less than ten seconds had passed.

Whoosh whoosh—!!

Flying knives one after another tore through the air, launching fierce attacks without giving Han Wenqing any chance to catch his breath.

Spirit Energy rapidly condensed into armor across his skin. The flying knives struck the armor—if it were someone at the same realm, they definitely couldn't withstand it, but Han Wenqing was at Spirit Sea Peak, more than enough to tank these flying knives head-on.

When he finally exhaled in relief and looked toward Su Lingwei's direction, he froze on the spot.

At this moment, Su Lingwei was floating in mid-air, at least thirty-some meters off the ground. But on closer inspection, one could see two silver flying knives beneath her feet—only then could she stand firm in the air.

"Holy crap, isn't this against the rules?"

"Dammit, you can't fly unless you're at the Divine Image Realm. She doesn't even need to get close—she just controls the flying knives to attack directly. Han Wenqing can only defend passively. How is he supposed to fight this?"

"I wanted to say it earlier—Su Lingwei's weapon-control method isn't quite right, it's way too agile! Does our Academy have such a brilliant weapon-control Wuji?"

"Idiot, this is the Donglin Su Family's unique weapon-control method—Weapon Follows the Heart's Will—never shared with outsiders."

"Han Wenqing's in trouble now…"

Meanwhile on the platform, Han Wenqing couldn't help but speak up: "Junior Sister Su, didn't you want to have a fair and square fight with me? Is this what you call 'fair and square'!"

He couldn't even touch her—how was he supposed to fight?

However, Su Lingwei, standing firm in mid-air, answered seriously:

"When did I ever say I wanted it fair and square? I just wanted to test my own limits. As long as I can beat you, that's enough. It's your own fault for not knowing how to fly."

"Oh right, if I win, you have to give me half your Contribution Points too."

"…"

Great, so here's another one who's set her sights on his Contribution Points!

Don't these people know how to go do missions and earn Contribution Points if they don't have any? Sure, he was the Student Council President, but he never said he was an Contribution Point ATM! Wasn't this just bullying an honest man!

As they spoke, the flying knife assault grew even fiercer.

At this moment, someone tossed something onto the dueling platform.

"President, take my Flying Spirit Tool!"

It was a pair of oddly-shaped boots, with wing-shaped decorations on either side, their surfaces faintly radiating spiritual light.

Flying Spirit Tools did exist, of course, but compared to ordinary Spirit Tools they were rather expensive to craft, and low-level Martial Artists generally had no use for them, so not many people owned Flying Spirit Tools.

Han Wenqing looked at the Flying Spirit Tool with hesitation, but he quickly made his decision, using Spirit Power to draw the flying boots over and swiftly put them on.

Although he'd inevitably be mocked by his classmates behind his back, it was still better than losing to a freshman one after another.

As Spirit Power surged into the boots, Han Wenqing began to lift off the ground.

He held back no longer, taking his strongest stance as he charged toward Su Lingwei high in the sky, a diagonal slash aimed straight at her face…

"Borrowing a Spirit Tool? Isn't that against the rules?"

"What rules? The Martial Arts Arena has never had a rule against borrowing others' Spirit Tools. Since Su Lingwei doesn't play by the rules, what's wrong with the President borrowing a Spirit Tool? If everyone behaved like Su Lingwei, why even hold duels?"

"Bah! She's relying on her own ability. Han Wenqing is borrowing an outside object—and borrowing it on the spot from someone else. Doesn't that mean he could use any Spirit Tool from the Student Union members present? Where's the fairness in that?"

"It's over, it's over—the freshman girl is going to lose!"

As the words fell, a figure was struck down from mid-air, crashing into the ground and leaving a huge crater.

Su Lingwei climbed up in a sorry state, a trickle of fresh blood at the corner of her mouth—she had clearly suffered internal injuries.

This time the roles were reversed.

Han Wenqing stood in mid-air, his spear tip pointed directly at Su Lingwei. "Junior Sister, concede!"

"If that had been a real battle, that spear strike of mine could've smashed your skull directly. Among those at the same realm, your combat strength can be called top-tier. But if you want to challenge a Spirit Sea Peak across a major realm, go home and temper yourself some more."

"A Martial Artist who is overconfident won't get far!"

A wave of sighs rose all around. Damn it, borrowing someone else's Spirit Tool was one thing, but now he had to taunt her on top of it.

How thick is his skin!

But no one dared say this out loud. After all, not counting the third-year seniors present, every single one of them was no match for Han Wenqing. He was, at the very least, the Student Council President—what if he gave them a hard time later?

"I still… haven't lost!"

Under everyone's astonished gazes, Su Lingwei stubbornly stood up. Their eyes were filled with confusion—things had already come to this and she still wouldn't concede? Was she asking for a beating?

Actually, if Han Wenqing hadn't said those words earlier, Su Lingwei would definitely have sheathed her weapon and conceded voluntarily.

But after hearing that kind of talk, anyone would feel uncomfortable.

So she chose to continue the duel.

Even if she was defeated, it was still far better than conceding.

"Stubborn to the end!"

A cold glint flashed in Han Wenqing's eyes. He swung his spear again and dove straight toward Su Lingwei.

Someone could not help but shut their eyes.

At that moment, a figure appeared on the dueling platform without warning, swift as the wind.

He caught the ferociously thrusting spear with one hand, easily dispersing its force, then casually sent Han Wenqing flying. The latter was shaken into retreat after retreat, only barely managing to stop at the very edge of the platform.

As for Su Lingwei's strength, Jiang Qin acknowledged it.

To avoid affecting tomorrow's mission, he forcibly cut short this duel.

Jiang Qin looked down at the girl standing in place, refusing to fall. He was certain she knew his identity, so he got straight to the point:

"I need a teammate for a mission, and your strength qualifies."

"Su Lingwei, I am now formally inviting you to join my team. You may consider it carefully. Joining my team means encountering more danger, but I guarantee the rewards will far exceed the standard."

Su Lingwei was stunned for a moment, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said, "May I make one request?"

Jiang Qin said nothing, but nodded, gesturing for her to speak.

Su Lingwei did not hesitate. She pointed at Han Wenqing standing at the edge of the platform. "I want you to help me beat him up—the harsher the better. Especially his mouth. I really don't like it."

This request wasn't excessive at all—very simple.

Jiang Qin nodded. "Deal!"

He had already been planning to find a chance to have a little 'exchange' with Han Wenqing anyway, and now he could gain a teammate on top of it—one stone, two birds!

Han Wenqing: Oh no! Another one coming for me!