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

Soon, the scores between the two were tied. This was done intentionally by Lin Han. His purpose was to control the points so that in the end, when the game was decided by one ball, he would think that he could win the victory with ease. Little did he know that this was exactly the psychological tactic set up by Lin Han.

"Haha... Mr. Lin, do you see that? This is my strength! Now the score is tied, and this last ball will determine the winner! Are you panicking?"

Su Yunfei wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking determined to win, with a smug smile on his lips.

"Master Yunfei, you're awesome! This victory is yours!"

"Master Yunfei, so majestic and domineering..."

"Master Yunfei! Give him one last desperate blow and teach him the difference between a genius and a loser!"

Seeing this, the younger brothers around him echoed and shouted one after another, as if the balance of victory had tilted towards Su Yunfei.

However, Lin Han only smiled faintly, with an imperceptible gleam in his eyes, and said: "Young Master Su, I have to admit that your 'strength' is indeed amazing. I am really shocked!"

"Haha... since you're so shocked, why don't you just admit defeat?" Su Yunfei laughed triumphantly.

Sand dollar stuff! Do you really think you're that awesome?

Your technique gives me a headache. I guess the person who taught you to play table tennis must be your Chinese teacher, otherwise he wouldn't have taught you to be such an idiot!

I deliberately let you go, and you really think you're so awesome? I'm so fucking drunk!

Although Lin Han was complaining in his heart, he still maintained a calm expression on his face. He shook his head lightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Young Master Su, I'm sorry, the word "lose" does not exist in my dictionary!

You should worry about yourself, right? Oh right... I have to remind you again, you have to protect your handsome face in this last ball. If you get hurt by my ball again, it will be hard to pick up those beautiful girls! After all, in today's society, both appearance and material possessions are indispensable! Am I right? Young Master Su. &34;

"Hurt me again? Haha... How ridiculous! If you hurt me again! I'll call you daddy!" Su Yunfei sneered and said without thinking.

However, just when he realized that there was something wrong with these words, it was too late.

&34;Hey, dear son.&34;

Lin Han responded with a joking look on his face, causing the audience around him to burst into laughter, and even the originally tense atmosphere became much more relaxed.

"Young Master Su, I'm a little uncomfortable with you calling me so suddenly."

[From Su Yunfei's resentment value +18888]

Su Yunfei: (?8?9益?8?9)...

"Mr. Lin, stop talking and let's get started!"

"I want to see how you can hurt my face this time! This victory will definitely belong to me."

Su Yunfei's eyes were wide open with anger and his fists were clenched, as if he wanted to turn all his resentment and anger into the power of this attack.

He took a deep breath, raised his arms, and threw the ball high into the air. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on the small ball that was about to decide the outcome.

Lin Han seemed unusually calm. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he could see through every subtle change.

The ball traced a perfect parabola in the air. Su Yunfei's eyes flashed with determination. He swung his racket fiercely, concentrating all his strength at that moment, as if pouring all his anger and resentment into this one shot. The ball spun rapidly in the air, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, and headed straight for Lin Han.

However, there was no panic on Lin Han's face, as if he had already anticipated all this.

He tilted his body slightly, his steps lightly shifting like a dancer on stage. Every movement was perfectly timed, neither overly ostentatious nor lacking in necessary power. Just as the ball was about to touch the racket, he flicked his wrist gently, and the racket flipped at an incredible angle. The powerful ball, as if pulled by an invisible force, suddenly changed its trajectory, glancing past the edge in a manner that almost defied the laws of physics. After lightly touching the table, it flew towards Su Yunfei's face in a jaw-dropping arc.

(?2?9?0?7?0?1д?0?7?0?1?2?9)!!!

&34;Fuck, don't come over here!&34;

Su Yunfei subconsciously wanted to dodge, but it was too late!

The ball, as if it had eyes, grazed the edge of his barely raised racket with unerring precision, heading straight for his cheek. With a crisp "smack!", the ball slammed into Su Yunfei's face again, this time with even greater force than before. He stumbled, nearly falling, and the racket in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

"Ah——!" Su Yunfei covered his burning cheek and grimaced in pain.

"Haha..." Seeing this, Yan Lili, Mu Siyu and others could no longer hold back and burst into clear and pleasant laughter. The teachers and students around them also laughed, and the atmosphere instantly became relaxed and cheerful.

Su Yunfei's embarrassed appearance at this moment undoubtedly became the focus of everyone's attention, and his previous arrogance was instantly extinguished.

"You... you did it on purpose!" Su Yunfei gnashed his teeth, his eyes blazing with fire. He never expected that he would stumble twice in the same place, especially in front of so many people. This made him feel unprecedented humiliation and anger.

Lin Han shook his head gently, a faint smile on his face, as if everything that had just happened was just a game. "Young Master Su, I didn't mean to do that. The ball just wanted to go after you, and there was nothing I could do about it." His words were a bit teasing, yet he maintained a graceful demeanor that made it impossible to refute.

"You!" Su Yunfei couldn't help but wanted to take action, but Tiger Master, who was wearing black sunglasses, quickly pulled him back and gently reminded him: "Master, calm down!"

Su Yunfei was pulled by Tiger Lord and regained his senses a little. He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

"Mr. Lin, you're awesome! You won this race, let's move on to the next event, the 34-meter race!"

As he spoke, Su Yunfei glared at Lin Han fiercely, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces to vent his anger!

After saying that, he turned around angrily and prepared to walk towards the runway not far away.

However, at this moment.

Lin Han's playful voice sounded: "Wait a minute, Master Su, you seem to have forgotten something..."

"Oh? What did I forget?" Su Yunfei stopped and looked back at Lin Han with a puzzled look on his face, with a vague sense of foreboding in his heart.

Lin Han raised a playful smile and walked slowly in front of him, his eyes flashing with cunning. "Young Master Su, didn't you just say that if I hurt your face again, you would call me something? Now, isn't it time to fulfill your promise?"