Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

This time it was Lin Han's turn to serve. A subtle hint of joking appeared on the corner of his mouth as he warned Su Yunfei, "Young Master Su, let me warn you in advance that my serve will be very powerful. If it hurts your handsome face, it will be more trouble than it's worth. Be sure to watch carefully!"

"Haha... Mr. Lin, you must be dreaming, bragging in broad daylight? You want to hurt me? That's ridiculous!" Su Yunfei laughed so hard that he fell backward, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He didn't take Lin Han's words seriously at all. He put on a relaxed attitude, ready to face Lin Han's "onslaughter."

"Come on, boss! Damn it!" Xu Ming cheered from the side.

"Come on!" Then, Uncle Jiu, Xu Ming, Yang Siqi, Mu Siyu, Yan Lili, Principal Sun, Dean Zhang, and all the teachers and students present began to cheer for Lin Han.

Spicy next door! Mr. Lin! Keep pretending here... Wait and see how I beat you to the point of doubting your life!

Watching the crowd cheering him on, Su Yunfei's expression darkened instantly. Anger flared within him, yet it also fueled his fighting spirit. He snorted coldly, his eyes fixed on the racket in Lin Han's hand, ready to face the so-called "onslaught."

"Young Master Su, pay attention! Don't be distracted."

Lin Han reminded again, still with that half-smile on his face. Then, he threw the ball lightly, and the ball drew a perfect arc in the air. Then, he turned his wrist suddenly, and swung the racket like a storm. A high-speed side spin ball hit the table and then bounced towards Su Yunfei's gloomy face.

&34;Ah—!&34;

Su Yunfei subconsciously used his racket to block, but he was still a step too slow, and the ball hit him in the face. He screamed instantly, staggered back a few steps, and almost dropped the racket in his hand.

Then, he covered his burning cheeks and glared at Lin Han angrily, his eyes blazing with fire. He had never been humiliated like this before, especially in front of so many people. It was a complete loss of face. "You...how dare you!" He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with anger.

Lin Han simply shook his head, his face still maintaining that indifferent smile. "Hey, Young Master Su, look at you! I've warned you twice, and you didn't listen! ...Now look, your face hurts, right? But, after all, a competition has to be a little exciting to be fun, right?"

[Su Yunfei's resentment value +17444]

"I'm so irritating! You clearly did it on purpose!"

Su Yunfei covered his burning face and couldn't help but spit.

Lin Han shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said with an innocent look: "Young Master Su, you are making a false accusation, right? Be careful or I will sue you for defamation! It was obviously your own fault for not paying attention, why do you blame me!"

Xu Ming:\*^o^*//Boss! Well done!

"This Lin guy is really mean and wicked! He's worthy of being the man my aunt likes! It's really satisfying." Yan Lili secretly complained to herself, with a faint smile on her face.

Mu Siyu almost couldn't help laughing out loud, and she felt inexplicably comfortable in her heart.

Uncle Jiu, Yang Siqi, Principal Sun, Dean Zhang, and the surrounding teachers and students all laughed when they saw this. Their laughter was so hearty that it seemed as if even the air was filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

"Don't laugh! Whoever dares to laugh at Master Yunfei! I'll break his legs!" A younger brother glanced around and threatened loudly.

&34;Shut up!&34;

Su Yunfei went up and slapped the younger brother hard in the face, roaring angrily: "You disgraceful thing, get out of here!" The younger brother covered his face with his hands, looking shocked and aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say anything more, and could only retreat to the side in shame.

"Mr. Lin, let's continue! I was just careless for a moment and fell into your trap! I won't let you take advantage of me next time! Instead, I will let you feel what true 'despair' is!" Su Yunfei said through gritted teeth, suppressing his anger.

"Oh? Really? Then I'm really looking forward to it~" Lin Han raised his lips with a playful arc, hooked his finger and said: "Come on! Young Master Su, let me see your true 'power'! The kind that can directly beat me and make me doubt my life!"

&34;Humph!&34;

Su Yunfei glared at Lin Han fiercely.

This time it was his turn to serve. He gently tossed the ball up, his eyes following the trajectory of the ball. When the ball reached the highest point, he swung the racket violently. With a crisp sound, a powerful arc ball cut through the air and went straight to Lin Han's backhand.

Lin Han's eyes narrowed at the sight, but he betrayed no sign of panic. He quickly adjusted his pace, leaning slightly sideways like a cheetah about to hunt, his gaze fixed intently on the streaking ball. Just as the ball was about to hit the racket, Lin Han flicked his wrist gently, flipping the racket at an incredible angle, deftly dissipating most of the force from the powerful, arcing ball and sending it back to a more challenging spot—right onto Su Yunfei's open forehand.

"What!?" Su Yunfei exclaimed. He had never expected Lin Han to be able to react so accurately in such a short time. Hastily, he could only barely swing his racket to save the ball, but the ball had already slid across the racket like a loach, lightly touching the table before flying out of bounds with a strange bounce.

"Young Master Su, are you serious? If you don't, you're going to lose..." Lin Han shrugged, his words tinged with joking, yet his confidence and composure were hard to conceal. His words were like an invisible hammer, hammering at Su Yunfei's heart, which was tense with anger.

Su Yunfei's expression darkened, veins bulging on his forehead. He was clearly enraged by Lin Han's constant provocations and his impressive skills. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, but the rage in his eyes was like a volcano about to erupt, difficult to contain.

"Lin Han, don't be too proud! How could I, Su Yunfei, be defeated so easily?" He growled, gritting his teeth, gripping the racket tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and resentment onto this small racket.

"You're still being stubborn." Lin Han smiled faintly, "Come on, continue your performance."

Su Yunfei served again. This time, he discarded his previous impulsiveness and underestimation of his opponent. Every movement was extremely cautious and powerful. The ball traced precise trajectories in the air, sometimes high and sometimes low, trying to test Lin Han's reaction and endurance from every angle.

However, Lin Han seemed to have already seen through his intentions, and each counterattack was just right, neither too aggressive nor sharp, keeping the rhythm of the game firmly in his own hands.