Chapter 10 Do you want to be crippled?

  "How is this possible?" The fierce cow widened its eyes, secretly guessing in its heart that Qianjin had actually used the fighting spirit in the previous few wrist-wrestling matches, but his speed of withdrawal was too fast, making it impossible to detect?

  The barbaric cow still remembers, Mr. Rodriguez once said that when the fighting spirit is applied to the point of being proficient, it can indeed be instantly released and deceived by the opponent, but can dryness achieve proficiency in fighting spirit? This is impossible, right? Mr. Rodriguez once said that unless one becomes a tenth-level warrior with tenth-level fighting spirit, it's impossible to reach that level.

  A tenth-level warrior? The barbarian bull shook his head, Teacher Rodriguez was only a fifth-level warrior. Even if Jian Jin had great potential and had been studying for less than a year, it was impossible for him to surpass the teacher.

  "Once more! I don't believe it, I'll lose to you!" The fierce bull took a deep breath, and his eyes had several bloodshot lines. If he let Qing Jing leave like this today, the title of third strongest in the department would be completely lost.

  What's the point? Qianjin raised his hand and shook his wrist, indicating that he was not interested. This unexpected comparison had already gotten its answer, and he would rather go back to the dormitory early, buy a new bed sheet, wear that strange hat to sleep, and enter that virtual game for training.

  "Or not?" The fierce bull stood up, taking three big strides to surpass Qian Jin. Its sturdy body blocked the road leading to the exit, with a hint of ferocity on its face: "If you don't compare today, then don't think about leaving from here."

  Several warriors from Class 2-A also jumped off their beds and stood beside Rudolf. As a warrior, Rudolf was one of the proud ones in Class 2-A with his brute strength, and if he let Dryad leave with the winner's title today, it would be a collective shame for Class 2-A.

  Qian Jin looked at the several warrior students blocking the door, his eyes finally fixed on Man Niu's body, sneering continuously. He thought that this rough-looking classmate had a bold personality, but unexpectedly he couldn't even lose graciously! As a warrior, born in this world, losing is something you have to learn to do with dignity! Only then can you be considered a man!

  Luolin glanced at Qianjin's face, quietly pulling a few classmates from the first class behind him. Qianjin was recognized as one of the top ten in the grade's actual combat ranking, although he didn't fight with the other nine people to compete for ranking, just to be a little higher in the ranking. But no one believed that this year's tenth place in the grade's actual combat ranking, Qianjin, really ranked tenth in actual combat.

  Compared to others, Luo Lin knew more about Qian Jin's strength. Don't look at the tall and strong Wu Niu, there were also several other classmates helping out. If they really provoked Qian Jin, it was likely that before he fell to the ground, these people would also have to accompany him to the hospital for a period of rest.

  "You want to be crippled?" Qian Jin's face slightly sank: "Have you all forgotten about Kaisar?"

  Kai Sa Si, this name was like a sudden snowfall in summer, and the scene of Qian's powerful move flashed through Rudi and others' minds, their bodies involuntarily shivering together.

  Rudi and several others exchanged embarrassed glances. If they had given in earlier, it would have been okay, but giving in now would be tantamount to admitting that they were intimidated by Qian's words. How could they continue to stay at Auckland School if the news got out?

  Can't let that happen! Rudy's eyes sharpened, his attention fully focused on the pouch of coins at Rolen's waist, where a large sum of copper plates was stored. It was unbearable to let Keen take it away like this.

  "You can really not compare if you don't want to, as long as you let him put down the money bag, otherwise..."

  He raised his thick, high-arched eyebrows, rolled up the sleeves of his clothes, revealing his still robust arms, and slammed a palm on the wooden table beside him: "Or what? What else do you want to rob me of?"

  Bang! The old wooden table, which had been neglected for years, withstood a full-force slap from Qian Jin, swaying back and forth several times before suddenly crashing to the ground with a loud creak, sending splintered wood flying everywhere and kicking up a small cloud of dust.

  A quiet room, a few scattered pieces of wood on the ground, lightly jumping and making a faint collision sound, which struck Rudolph's heart like a war drum in an arena, every collision deeply shocking their hearts.

  A palm slap shattered the wooden table! Although this was an old and worn-out wooden table that would creak with a slight touch, it was absolutely not so weak that anyone could shatter it with just one slap.

  Rudi was well aware that he couldn't shatter the wooden table with a single palm strike, and if there were any doubts just now, then the power of his dry spell would not allow anyone to question it.

  He secretly took a glance at the wooden table scattered under his feet, and in his heart, he was also silently cursing: That virtual game training is too effective, right? One palm and the table was smashed to pieces?

  "What?" Qian Jin kicked the wooden block under his foot, his eyes scanning the few people blocking his way, and said with a threatening tone: "Do you want to be like this wooden table too?"

  Just a moment ago, several companions standing beside Rudi suddenly moved to both sides of the exit, their speed so fast that Qian Jin doubted whether he could really hit them if he struck out.

  Rudi, standing in the middle of the path that must be taken to leave the room, saw his former 'comrades' collectively betray him and was about to say something harsh when he suddenly saw a fierce glint in Qian Jing's eyes and instantly made way for him with extremely fast speed.

  Who is Qianjin? Rudy didn't forget that Oakland Magic and Warrior Primary Academy, first-year warrior department top ten master surface ranking tenth person, who had easily beaten Kaisa into serious injury and sent him to the hospital, heard that Kaisa just recovered from his injuries and returned to school yesterday.

  Qianjin looked at Rudi, who had dodged to the side, and shook his head slightly. He had thought that based on the gaze during their arm-wrestling match, this barbarian was still a brave warrior, but now it seemed that his judgment back then was wrong, and he had given him an extra chance to prove himself in vain.

  Luolin covered his waist pocket and ran to the dormitory door first, happily watching his companions walking out.

  Qian Jin saw the true nature of Luo Lin, a sly businessman, and couldn't help but suspect that this fellow dormitory friend had entered the wrong school. He shouldn't have come to Auckland Magic and Warrior Primary Academy, but rather should have gone to Auckland Business Academy instead.

  Luolin looked at Qianjin walking out of the room, hastily stepped forward two steps, piling up the chubby meat on his face, with a smile that had a slightly flattering tone: "I told you so, how could I have misjudged you? Qianjin, you're just too lacking in confidence. If you challenge this year's grade one Dak, you'll definitely win!"

  "Arguing over rankings?" Qian Jin coldly laughed twice, raised his hand and flicked Luo Lin's forehead: "Can you be any more childish? For a useless ranking, a large group of people are making a fool out of me, watching me fight with others?"

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