Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 403 Fist Fight (Part 8)

"Please forgive me, this is one of my newly accepted disciples. He has a good heart and character, but he's a bit of a martial arts fanatic, has low emotional intelligence, and doesn't know how to speak properly." Zhang Ruoning smiled smugly, her lips slightly parted, as she explained to the group of academy leaders around her.

"Ruoning, you were away recently, your whereabouts were uncertain, it seems it was for this matter? This Meng Ren is indeed quite good, he has the potential to become a Grandmaster." Fang He was in a great mood as he saw that his plan was about to succeed.

He hadn't expected that Zhang Ruoning's secretly trained new disciple would be so powerful, capable of overwhelming many disciples of the Nine Bends Academy on his own.

Looking back now, even without his tricks, the outcome of the Nine-Bend Courtyard duel would have been a certain defeat.

It's fate, everything is fate.

It seems that Fang He might also be able to become the head of Jingtian Manor.

"Master Fang, you flatter me. This boy's physique is simply compatible with our academy's true skills. In the future, our Mingfeng Academy will still need Master Fang's guidance." Zhang Ruoning tossed her long hair and smiled lightly.

"No problem, no problem." Fang He nodded in satisfaction.

Zhong Han sat upright in her seat. After hearing this conversation and seeing Zhang Ruoning's smiling expression, her anger intensified. She gripped the armrest of her seat tightly, her fingers digging deep into it, and remained motionless.

She had completely stopped caring whether Han Yi was there or not.

Even if Han Yi were here, he wouldn't be a match for Meng Ren. Even if he hadn't been late, going up there would have been suicide.

Now, she must remain calm and consider the situation that Jiuquyuan will face after the defeat in the boxing match, and how to deal with it.

"What a pair of scoundrels..." Guan Chan glanced at Fang He, who was exchanging glances with Zhang Ruoning, and said sarcastically.

She had no interest in watching the battle between Jiuquyuan and Mingfengyuan at all; in her eyes, it was like children playing house, utterly boring.

Of course, the main reason is that over there, it was no longer a normal fistfight, but had become a one-sided verbal battle between Meng Ren and many disciples of the Nine-Bend Academy.

"You son of a bitch, if you're no good, you're no good. What are you yelling about? If you're so capable, come up here and fight me!" Meng Ren put one hand on his hip and pointed at the audience with the other.

They've been arguing back and forth like this for quite a while now.

Even with repeated persuasion from Chen Yuxiang, the chief disciple of Mingfeng Academy, he remained relentless and continued his relentless online arguments.

It's clear that Meng Ren is not only skilled in martial arts, but also ruthless in verbal combat. In actual combat, he holds his own against the disciples of the academy.

"Who are you calling incompetent? If you were so capable, why aren't you the top disciple? Didn't your master teach you how to conduct yourself in society? Don't you know how to speak properly?!"

Just as Zhan Xiuying had calmed Sun Zheng down, she herself got angry again.

"Whether my master taught you or not is none of your concern, but I do know that the disciples of your Nine-Bend Academy are simply incompetent. I don't know if it's because the master is incompetent or the disciples themselves are useless, but there isn't a single one who can fight."

Once Meng Ren started talking, he kept chattering away without any restraint.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yunxiang, who was blocking Zhong Han from below, changed his expression drastically.

It's one thing if you insult a fellow disciple of the Nine Turns Academy of equal status, but if it involves the academy head...

As expected, the people from Jiuquyuan were stunned at first, and then they started cursing loudly.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yunxiu suddenly crushed the armrest with her palm and stood up instantly.

Even if the Nine-Bend Academy loses the fistfight, it is destined to disband.

Even if she has a reputation for bullying the weak... she still has to take action and teach this arrogant disciple a lesson.

"Senior Sister Yunxiu, don't get agitated..." Zhang Ruoning covered her mouth and chuckled, her long, slender, and flawless legs moving gracefully. "The younger generation should handle their own affairs. It's best for us elders not to interfere..."

She was over thirty, but her appearance was as pure and beautiful as a young girl's. She had a slender waist and round hips, and her legs were tightly closed together without any gap. The temperament of a young girl and a young woman were perfectly blended in her, making her exceptionally alluring.

A fleeting look of appreciation crossed Fang He's eyes as he spoke up, "As Dean Ruoning said, this exchange of blows is meant to showcase the younger generation's skills. If we were to intervene, how could it truly hone the disciples' abilities..."

"Do you mean all the disciples of the Nine-Bend Academy?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared abruptly behind Meng Ren.

The newcomer was tall, a head taller than Meng Ren, with a sharp glint in his eyes and a fierce, imposing aura. It was none other than Han Yi, who had just arrived.

call…...

A gentle breeze accompanied him as he entered, spreading from behind him, and an invisible, oppressive feeling of heaviness and pressure permeated the entire audience from the stage.

"I am Han Yi, a disciple of the Nine-Bend Academy." Han Yi smiled, his voice strong and clear. "I clasp my hands in greeting. I just had some insights into my cultivation, so I'm a little late."

His blood and qi surged and churned. He had just broken through the Heaven-Mending Technique and the White Lotus Immaculate Body, and before he could stabilize them, he rushed over.

As soon as he arrived, he saw Meng Ren spouting nonsense on the high platform.

A deep and immense aura emanated from him, causing the many disciples below the stage who had been shouting insults to fall silent.

"Han..."

Below the stage, many disciples of the Nine-Bend Academy couldn't help but want to speak up and offer a warning. They knew, in fact, that the verbal battle they had just witnessed was their final act of venting. If they couldn't win, surely they could at least resort to insults.

They were completely desperate and had no hope of winning, which is why they were acting so frantically. So when Han Yi stepped onto the field, they actually started to get nervous.

Just as they were about to speak, they saw Han Yi gently raise his hand.

Only then did they realize that this usually low-key, quiet fellow disciple, who only knew how to cultivate and was known as an ascetic…

Now, he seems to possess a different kind of aura, like a divine weapon hidden in its sheath, its sharpness revealed after being buried deep in the soil, or like a heavy piece of jade that, after being polished, emits a dazzling and brilliant light.

"Junior Brother Han?!" Zhong Han's beautiful eyes flashed. "You..."

"Don't worry, Senior Sister." Han Yi smiled slightly and looked at Meng Ren: "Just now, was it you who was shouting nonsense here?"

"What?!" Meng Ren stared at the young man in front of him, and was furious. "Don't think that just because you look good and dress nicely, you're some kind of savior. I've seen too many people like you. They're all all show and no substance!"

What he hates most are people like this, who always appear at the very end to save the day, as if they really think they are the righteous saviors who make a grand entrance at the end of a play.

"Heh, whether it works or not, you'll know once you try." Han Yi chuckled softly and slowly approached.

Thump, thump, thump…....

Meng Ren's expression gradually became serious. He looked at Han Yi and felt as if some enormous, terrifying beast was approaching.

The immense pressure it brought him was unprecedented.

"Your physical body is very strong!" He suddenly grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Thank you for the compliment." Han Yi smiled faintly. Suddenly, his figure flashed and he disappeared completely.