The bald teacher saw Wang Yan, and Wang Yan also saw the bald teacher.
Their eyes met in the void, instantly sparking a violent clash.
However, Wang Yan's gaze was indifferent, not putting the bald teacher in his eyes at all.
And although the bald teacher's face showed ferocity and his appearance was strong, deep in his eyes lay deep apprehension and fear.
Their unusual behavior naturally caught Ouyang Feiting's attention, but he didn't notice the fighting intent in their eyes.
Moreover, Ouyang Feiting, who was also on the playground yesterday, didn't see Wang Yan and the bald teacher engage, so he wasn't aware that the two had already become rivals.
Ouyang Feiting introduced to Wang Yan, "Brother Wang Yan, this teacher's name is Lin Hai. He is a Sanda Ninth Rank expert, the chief coach of Sanda at our Wanghai Noble Academy, and is quite skillful. Of course, compared to Brother Wang Yan, he's still far behind."
What Ouyang Feiting said was true. Even Huo Shuangpei from the War God Association wasn't Wang Yan's opponent, let alone this teacher Lin Hai.
Now, since Ouyang Feiting admired Wang Yan, she naturally saw everything about Wang Yan as the best.
At this time, although Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting were far from Lin Hai, their conversation vaguely reached Lin Hai's ears.
Though he didn't hear everything, Lin Hai could guess what Ouyang Feiting said through her expression.
Seeing even Ouyang Feiting looking down on him, Lin Hai's heart couldn't help but flare up in anger. His face immediately turned cold, thinking: Kid, you dare to come to the Sanda gym, huh? Though I can't deal with you, I can handle your girlfriend. Soon, during the grading competition, I'll make sure your Ouyang Feiting can't pass. Then you'll be left watching the stage helplessly. Humph, even if you can fight, what can you do? Can you compete in place of Ouyang Feiting?
At this moment, the entire Sanda gym was already filled with hundreds of students, nearly a hundred of whom, like Ouyang Feiting, were dressed in Sanda outfits, seemingly here for the grading competition.
The other hundreds, wearing regular clothes, appeared to be supporters like Wang Yan.
Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting sat at the edge of the stage, simultaneously surveying the crowd around them.
In just a moment, Wang Yan saw through the skills of everyone present.
The three people on the podium, including Lin Hai, were likely the strongest here. Behind them sat eight students in Sanda outfits, who were slightly less skilled. The rest, including Ouyang Feiting, had even weaker abilities.
However, regardless of their strength, all were quite ordinary in Wang Yan's eyes.
While Wang Yan was idly observing the crowd, the surrounding students were also pointing and whispering about him.
After all, as one of the four goddess school beauties, Ouyang Feiting was always the center of attention wherever she went.
However, after the recent events over the past few days, Wang Yan's name also spread throughout the school.
Though some people hadn't met Wang Yan, seeing him beside Ouyang Feiting, they could guess that the person next to her was the topic prince of the past few days — Wang Yan.
If it were before, surely more people would be looking at Ouyang Feiting than Wang Yan, but now, almost everyone's gaze lingered on Wang Yan. As they looked at him, they whispered and discussed.
"Look, that's Wang Yan," a girl whispered to someone beside her.
"Yes, I heard he caused a lot of trouble within just five days," another girl replied.
"What trouble? Didn't he just outrun Wang Xuesong yesterday?"
"You don't know? Let me tell you, on his first day, two goddess beauties chased him in the parking lot, then he beat up Xiong Jie in the dormitory, scared away the Cyan Snake Gang, recited an entire book in class and made teacher Xie Xiaoxian faint, eventually even forcibly kissed Wang Yan in class..."
As the female classmate recounted, she relayed the events Wang Yan went through with embellishments, like Xiong Jie being beaten to kneel, the Cyan Snake Gang submitting to Wang Yan, and Xie Xiaoxian clinging to Wang Yan...
It seemed as if she had witnessed all of it firsthand.
Hearing her recount, the surrounding classmates gathered, listening as if hearing a storytelling session, all engrossed.
Wang Yan's ears were sharp. Although he wasn't listening intentionally, every word in the room reached his ears without omission.
Hearing all the discussions about him ringing in his ears, Wang Yan could only smile helplessly with a hint of bitterness.
At this moment, Lin Hai, standing on the podium, jumped down from it with a swish, walked swiftly to the stage's edge, and jumped up like a flying swallow, drawing a beautiful arc before landing lightly in the center of the stage.
Seeing Lin Hai's actions so clean and brisk, his graceful aura captivated everyone's attention in the room. They all excitedly chanted Lin Hai's name.
Cheers erupted one after another.
Lin Hai was extremely proud. After letting the cheers and shouts go on for half a minute, he raised his hand to stop them. At the same time, he glanced smugly at Wang Yan in the audience.
The meaning in his eyes was very clear; he was telling Wang Yan that his prestige in the school's Sanda community was unmatched, and opposing him was akin to seeking death.
Wang Yan remained calm and composed in the face of Lin Hai's provocation. After all, Lin Hai and he were not on the same level at all.
Wang Yan did not take Lin Hai's provocation to heart at all, either.
Lin Hai's gaze shifted away from Wang Yan and looked at the surrounding classmates, then said loudly, "The annual Sanda ranking tournament has begun. As in previous years, participating classmates will take turns ascending to the stage. Your opponents will be my eight disciples."
With that, Lin Hai pointed to the eight people sitting behind the judges' table.
It turned out these eight were Lin Hai's disciples.
Since the annual assessment always followed the same rules, the classmates were not surprised at all.
Lin Hai continued, "However, this year, all my eight disciples have reached Sanda Seventh Rank. If it's a fair fight, you are no match for them. You only need to last three rounds without being knocked down to pass."
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded, as Lin Hai was right. His eight disciples were truly passed down his skills and were Sanda experts. To last three rounds without defeat was already very impressive.
However, generally speaking, during these ranking tournaments, the eight would hold back. Otherwise, without restraint, not even one round could be endured, let alone three.
Lin Hai glanced at Wang Yan, a slight smugness gleaming in the depths of his eyes, then turned and stepped down from the stage.
The tournament began.
One classmate after another took to the stage, and Lin Hai would select one of his disciples, with similar weight to the competitor, from behind him accordingly. The source of this content ɪs ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt
It was clear that these disciples held back after getting on stage, not exerting their full strength. But even so, they caused the competitors to be at a loss and in a sorry state.
But, except for a few who forfeited, most classmates managed to last through three rounds.
About an hour later, most of the classmates had finished, leaving only Ouyang Feiting.
Ouyang Feiting was thrilled; she had been warming up below the stage and was eagerly awaiting her turn to step onto the platform.
She had trained for so long in anticipation of today's ranking tournament, so she was extremely eager.
As long as she passed this tournament, she could become a Sanda Fourth Rank.
Seeing that next up was Ouyang Feiting, Lin Hai's lips curled into a cold smile. He glanced back at his eight disciples, pointed to the first one sitting there, and said, "Mau Niu, you go."
Upon hearing Lin Hai's nomination, a sturdy and dark-skinned man who had been sitting unperturbed in his seat finally stood up slowly.
Seeing Lin Hai actually choose Mau Niu, everyone exclaimed in surprise.
This Mau Niu stood at a towering height of nearly 1.9 meters, weighing over 300 pounds, with skin as dark as coal, standing like a Black Iron Tower.
Moreover, everyone present knew that Mau Niu was Lin Hai's most prized disciple, currently at Sanda Eighth Rank.
More importantly, Mau Niu was ruthless. No matter who his opponent was, he always went all out. Anyone who faced Mau Niu on the platform ended up injured, even if his opponent was a woman.
Lin Hai had never let Mau Niu on stage precisely because of this.
Now, seeing that against a female competitor like Ouyang Feiting, Lin Hai actually chose Mau Niu to step onto the stage, it was absolutely unreasonable. Such a match was practically a declaration of Ouyang Feiting's defeat, if not severe injury.
Seeing this, Ouyang Feiting was also frightened. As an amateur fan of Sanda, how could she possibly defeat Mau Niu?
Ouyang Feiting immediately looked helplessly towards Wang Yan.
At this moment, Lin Hai also looked towards Wang Yan, thinking silently in his heart, "Let's see now, what you'll do! This is a tournament, there's no way you can step in to help. The moment Ouyang Feiting steps on stage, it's a death sentence. Your only way now is to beg me. Heh heh, as long as you beg me, I'll make sure you can't get off easily."
Lin Hai looked at Wang Yan, his face showing a smug, cold smile.