Chapter 113: 107, Strong-mouthed King_3
“Son, you’re very capable!”
“What?”
Lin Zichen felt somewhat puzzled.
He had just done the laundry, and that too with a washing machine; how did that relate to being capable?
Zhang Wanxin did not explain but continued to smile with satisfaction, saying, “It’s nothing, Mom just thinks you’re very capable and wanted to praise you.”
Lin Zichen couldn’t figure out what was going on, but he didn’t dwell on it and soon went out for his morning exercise.
After exercising in the morning, he would return home to shower and then go upstairs to his room to temper his skin.
When evening came, he would go to Shen Qinghan’s room to kiss her little mouth and research her superpower.
This went on for two and a half days.
There was still no progress with the superpower research.
However, he had gained a lot in the kissing department.
Under the combined effects of using it or losing it and divine wisdom roots, Lin Zichen’s kissing skills had soared to the pinnacle of the world.
Each time he kissed her, it only took a few seconds to make Shen Qinghan’s body go limp, to leave her dizzy and unable to tell north from south, going through diaper after diaper.
Besides, his Tempering Skin progress was also significant.
After two and half days of effort, he had now tempered the skin of both arms, legs, and his butt.
That was about 47% of his total skin area.
With just three more days, or at most four, he would be able to temper all the skin on his body.
By then, his body would be like wearing a top-grade bulletproof vest, impenetrable by blades and guns.
Shanhai University.
A training field at Martial Arts College.
Liu Chuanwu was practicing his legwork inside; every punch thrown and kick delivered was exceedingly sharp, full of explosive power, creating a series of booming sounds against the air.
As he was immersed in his training.
Suddenly, several well-built middle-aged men walked in from outside, their faces unfriendly as they quickly headed towards him.
Leading them, one man shouted angrily, “Liu Chuanwu, what’s this business with Lin Zichen about? You need to give me an explanation!”
“What Lin Zichen business? I don’t understand what you’re talking about,”
Liu Chuanwu stopped his training to look at the man, feigning ignorance.
The man didn’t waste words with him and cursed directly, “Lin Zichen clearly enrolled in my Evolution College, and you still schemed behind my back to snatch him away to your Martial Arts College; have you no shame!”
“What do you mean I schemed behind your back?”
Liu Chuanwu asked defiantly, “Is it only your Evolution College that can recruit students and my Martial Arts College cannot?”
While speaking, his tone turned sarcastic, “President Ma, what great authority you wield!”
Ma Zhenhe challenged, “There’s a matter of first come, first served. You’ve lived long enough, don’t you understand this principle?!”
“I don’t care about any first come, first served. I only know that as long as school hasn’t started, he’s not a student of your Evolution College; I’m free to recruit him, and it’s not against the school rules.”
“Yes, the school rules don’t specify this, but you’ve broken the unwritten rule between the presidents!”
“Laughable, that’s your unofficial rule, what’s that got to do with me?”
Liu Chuanwu continued, “In any case, my recruitment is justifiable, completely fair competition. If you’re unhappy, you can go find Lin Zichen and try to recruit him back to Evolution College.”
Ma Zhenhe, beside himself with anger, sneered, “Ha, you, the most cunning and despicable man who loves underhanded tactics, also talk about fair competition?”
“If you’ve got the guts, come up on stage and fight me—one round to decide who calls the shots!”
“That’s what I call fair competition!”
“Not like you, always sneaking around and pulling petty tricks, get it!”
Ma Zhenhe was truly furious, so angry that he had lost all reason, no longer the composed man he was usually.
Even now, he couldn’t grasp whether the problem lay with the second-place student in the college entrance exams or if Liu Chuanwu’s sweet talk had reached a new level.
How could he have let this happen?
In the past, Liu Chuanwu poaching students wasn’t unheard of.
But back then, the students were just ordinary ones, and he couldn’t be bothered to squabble with Liu Chuanwu over them.
But this year’s second-place student in the college entrance exams was a different story—he absolutely could not tolerate it!
“Come up and fight? Think I’m an idiot?” Liu Chuanwu looked at Ma Zhenhe as if he were looking at a moron and scoffed, “You, a high-level fifth-ranker, trying to bully me, an ordinary Ninth Order? You’ve got the nerve to talk about fairness. Where’s your shame?”
“I’m only 48 years old this year, while you’re 95. How am I the bully here?”
“Then you’re just bullying the elderly!”
“You…!”
Ma Zhenhe was so enraged he felt like he was going to spit blood. Liu Chuanwu’s mouth was simply too good at provoking people, a true master of verbal combat.
Assuming the air of an elder, Liu Chuanwu said gravely, “Young man, you want to challenge me? Fine.”
“The day I break free from the shackles of the ordinary as a Pure Blood Human and evolve into an advanced-level creature, you’ll be the first one I’ll take down.”
Liu Chuanwu confidently proclaimed, “At that time, I’ll livestream it nationwide, using my advanced first-rank strength to overpower and kill you, a genetic integrator of high-level fifth rank!”
Ma Zhenhe sneered, “Yeah, keep talking, Mr. Mouth Almighty.”
“Liu Chuanwu, mark my words, as long as you refuse genetic fusion, you’ll always be just an ordinary Ninth Rank weakling.”
“An inferior ordinary creature, go on tinkering with your Pure Blood Human nonsense!”
With that parting shot, Ma Zhenhe left the training field, too weary to argue with Liu Chuanwu any longer.
However, he couldn’t just let the matter of the poached top student slide.
He quickly headed to the principal’s office to complain to Yuan Dongzhi, claiming that Liu Chuanwu had no respect for martial honor, resorting to underhanded tactics to poach Evolution College’s top exam scorer.
In response to his grievances, Yuan Dongzhi comforted him indifferently, “Don’t worry, President Ma, wait until the school year progresses. When Lin Zichen sees his former peers, who weren’t as good as him, surpass him one by one through genetic fusion or mechanical enhancements, he’ll naturally switch his major.”
Ma Zhenhe said, “Principal Yuan, that’s not the point. It’s about Liu Chuanwu breaking the rules. He needs to be punished.”
Yuan Dongzhi picked up the teacup from the desk, took a gentle sip, and said, “If you’re upset, then give him a taste of his own medicine and win the top student back.”
“Then I’ll do as Principal Yuan suggests.”
Seeing that Yuan Dongzhi wouldn’t discipline Liu Chuanwu, Ma Zhenhe felt disgruntled but didn’t say anything more, maintaining a respectful demeanor on the surface.
They exchanged a few more words.
Soon after, Ma Zhenhe left the office to attend to his own matters.
After he was gone, Yuan Dongzhi muttered to herself:
“Ma Zhenhe looks steady enough usually, but every time he confronts that Liu fellow, he ends up losing his cool.”
“So many years have passed, and that Liu guy hasn’t changed a bit. His mouth is still as sharp as ever.”
She sighed, “He could’ve been just as formidable in strength as he is with words if he hadn’t gone down the wrong path when he was young. Otherwise, he’d at least be a principal by now.”
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