Chapter 351: Chapter 347: Wasting Everyone’s Time (2)

"Are you ready?" Tu Xiao’an floated in mid-air, arcs of electricity flowing around him, as he specifically asked Ling Yanhang.

"Hmph. I’d like to see just how powerful your Thunder really is."

The entire academy was watching, so Ling Yanhang couldn’t afford to look weak. Gripping his saber with both hands, the Elemental Power in his body surged forth, making his clothes flutter. He channeled the Elemental Power into his great saber.

A hum rang out from the blade as it shone with a divine brilliance, as if it had come to life.

Ling Yanhang’s confidence swelled.

Tu Xiao’an gave him plenty of time to prepare. He glanced over at him nonchalantly, noting the impressive aura as he brandished the saber, and let out a soft sigh.

’What’s the point of all that?’

"Do you guys think Senior Ling can withstand a single bolt of Thunder from the strongest new student?"

"Definitely. It’s not like it’s Celestial Thunder or something. A few of the top seniors got hit by his Thunder before and were totally fine."

The battle was about to begin again. The crowd below chattered excitedly, their expressions animated.

"Bring it on! Don’t just give me one bolt of Thunder—I could take ten without a problem!"

Ling Yanhang suddenly roared, the sound shaking the arena. He swung his saber several times, creating a dazzling display of afterimages.

’Idiot.’

’How terrifying ignorance can be.’

"Thunder God’s Fury."

Tu Xiao’an’s expression turned cool and indifferent as he uttered the words softly.

"Hah! Watch me split your Thunder in two!"

Ling Yanhang’s saber radiated light as he looked up, waiting for the Thunder to fall. Having seen Tu Xiao’an’s Thunder before, he felt confident.

But in the next instant, he was so blinded by a dazzling white light that he couldn’t even open his eyes.

Ling Yanhang’s heart lurched. Terror flashed in his eyes. What appeared above his head wasn’t a single bolt of Thunder, but a massive waterfall of brilliant white light, pouring down in a vast, overwhelming torrent.

"Holy crap, that’s a lot of Thunder!"

It was practically a pillar of light. Ling Yanhang was completely stunned. ’I’m screwed... This isn’t what I expected at all.’

WHOOOOSH...

Ling Yanhang was engulfed in a blinding white light. An endless series of explosive CRACKLES and POPS filled the air as the very sky seemed to change color.

The people below felt as if they’d gone blind. All they could see was a sheet of brilliant white.

Aaaargh...

Ling Yanhang’s utterly wretched scream reached everyone’s ears.

After a long moment, when the audience’s vision returned, they looked to see Ling Yanhang unconscious on the ground. Black smoke rose from his entire body, his face was unrecognizable, and it was impossible to tell if he was dead or alive.

This...

In an instant, the arena fell silent once more. It was as quiet as a midnight hallway, so still you could hear a pin drop.

’The match is over already?’

They hadn’t seen a thing. They only heard Ling Yanhang’s pained scream, and by the time they could see again, he was already half-dead and unconscious, wreathed in black smoke.

’Is the strongest new student really that powerful? Or was this senior from the Genius Class just trash?’

Everyone had pleaded with the Vice Dean for him, hoping to see a spectacular battle. They weren’t expecting a world-shaking clash or a three-hundred-round slugfest.

But they had at least expected some back-and-forth.

It was over just like that. What happened to splitting the Thunder in two?

Tu Xiao’an descended from the air. Seeing the pathetic, smoke-covered Ling Yanhang, he sighed and said helplessly, "Why did you have to waste everyone’s time?"

"..." The crowd fell silent. Utterly silent. It seemed Ling Yanhang was indeed the one wasting everyone’s time.

All that fuss, only to end up unconscious and covered in black smoke like a beggar. What was the point?

As for that Thunder, everyone who saw it felt a lingering fear. What "single bolt"? That was a whole Thunder Sea pouring down, completely engulfing him.

Who could possibly withstand such a thing?

’A monster, an absolute freak... how is he a new student?’

"That Thunder is pretty powerful, Brother Bai. Looks like you’ve found yourself a tough opponent." In the crowd, most people were still in shock.

Only those few top seniors remained calm.

Bai Junran gave a wicked smile. "Interesting. This Thunder is quite interesting. It should feel pretty good."

"It does look pretty good. You should go up and try it yourself."

The three top seniors chuckled.

"Would he dare ask me to go up?" Bai Junran chuckled back.

"Someone get over here and carry him to the infirmary!"

The Vice Dean shouted. Several students immediately rushed over. They were just about to lift Ling Yanhang when a jolt of electricity shot through them the moment they touched his body. They looked at each other, their faces instantly turning pale.

How were they supposed to carry him? His body was still coursing with residual electricity.

The students who had rushed up froze, at a complete loss. It was an awkward situation; they didn’t dare touch Ling Yanhang’s body.

"You should wait," Tu Xiao’an reminded them kindly.

"How long?" one of the students asked, feeling very awkward.

"A few hours, I guess. The residual electricity should be gone by then."

’A few hours? Will he even be alive by then?’

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept over the smoke-covered Ling Yanhang. In that moment, the residual electricity on his body dissipated.

"Get him to the infirmary, now!" the Vice Dean’s voice rang out again.

"Yes, sir!"

It was the Vice Dean who had acted, dispersing the lingering electricity. The students immediately moved to carry him, glancing at Tu Xiao’an as if he were a monster as they did.

"Old man, I kept my word. He’s not dead yet, so he should be salvageable. Don’t forget my twelve Spirit Stones."

Tu Xiao’an sent the message via voice transmission.

’Hmph...’ A displeased, weak-sounding snort echoed in his mind.

’Sigh, so weak,’ Tu Xiao’an mused. ’The physical constitution of human Martial Cultivators is so far behind that of Demons.’

He recalled that during his fight with the Bull Demon King yesterday, he had used a six-fold Thunderous Fury, and it had still been blocked by a pair of horns.

Just now, he had only used a single-fold Thunder God’s Fury.

Of course, if you compared Ling Yanhang to the Bull Demon King, the Demon King would probably say this was the most it had ever been disrespected.

The murmurs and gasps from the crowd were accompanied by looks of horror, awe, and shock directed at Tu Xiao’an. This strongest new student could probably rank in the top ten even if he entered the Super Genius Class.

So powerful. A strange Flying Knife? Overwhelming Thunder power? A Cultivation prodigy with extraordinary Talent.

What everyone had thought would be a battle between a dragon and a tiger had turned out to be a farce. It was over. With nothing left to see, they could all leave.

But suddenly, the slender figure on the stage turned his gaze toward a spot in the crowd. He extended a pale hand, pointed, and spoke coolly, "Bai Junran. You, come up here."

The crowd, which had been preparing to disperse, suddenly shuddered. ’It’s not over yet?’

’What is the strongest new student doing? Is he challenging the great Bai Junran?’

’Has he gone crazy? Has his ego inflated?’

Just then, everyone suddenly remembered. The two of them seemed to have a personal grudge. They had clashed in the plaza yesterday, trading a single blow before the Vice Dean intervened and put a stop to it.

It was precisely because he had traded a blow with Bai Junran and emerged unscathed that many people had started to see him in a new light.

Today, now, at this very moment, the strongest new student was actively provoking a fight with Bai Junran.

My god. Just the thought of it made many people gasp. So the main event was only just beginning!

"You’re really courting death." In the crowd, Bai Junran was initially stunned and surprised, but it quickly gave way to a wicked smile. ’How interesting. He actually dares to call me up.’

’I hadn’t even gone looking for trouble with him, and here he is, serving himself up on a platter.’

’Does he think that just because he beat the biggest piece of trash in the Genius Class, he can challenge me?’

’Fine by me. In any case, him taking the initiative to call me up suits my intentions perfectly.’

The Snake King Stone that Bai Junran needed to advance his Cultivation had been stolen by this kid. It was time to settle the score.