Chapter 143: Specialized in Face Slapping

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Everyone spent their daytime cla.s.ses discussing among themselves.

At night, in the training room.

Fang Ping had just arrived when Zhao Lei piped up, “Fang Ping, it seems it’s time for the cla.s.s monitor to change, isn’t it?”

If he had not mentioned it, Fang Ping would not have remembered.

When he brought this up, Fang Ping furrowed his eyebrows. “I nearly forgot. The 20 credits last month haven’t been given to me yet. Is this your doing?”

“Hmph!”

Zhao Lei huffed, clearly a little scornful.

‘My doing?

‘My doing, my a.s.s!’

In MCMAU, what rights did the students have to take any actions? Fang Ping really overestimated him!

“I made the decision.”

At this moment, Tang Feng stepped inside, saying casually, “The school’s credits aren’t just randomly given. Last month, everyone was out. Two rotations have pa.s.sed, and n.o.body’s challenged it, so the credits are not going to be given for now.

“Since it’s been brought up, whoever’s turn it is now will get last month’s 20 credits.”

Fang Ping understood what he meant and hastily said, “Teacher, you mean…”

“Exactly what it means. Whoever is the cla.s.s monitor this time will get last month’s 20 credits too.”

In other words, whoever was the cla.s.s monitor this time would get 30 credits.

Everybody had done missions before and naturally understood what 30 credits meant.

An Early-stage Rank-2 martial artist would be awarded 10 to 15 credits.

Middle-stage Rank-2 would get 15 to 20 credits.

Upper-stage Rank-2 would get 20 to 25 credits.

Peak Rank-2 would get 25 to 30 credits.

Of course, this was not fixed. Sometimes, the award would be higher, and sometimes, it would be lower.

Sometimes, they would be given cash, and sometimes, they would settle it with credits.

Overall though, it was within these boundaries.

30 credits were equal to two Early-stage Rank-2 missions. Rather than risk their lives outside, many would get it split evenly.

In cla.s.s, as long as they could win Fang Ping, they would get 30 credits in the bag.

The moment Tang Feng finished speaking, the gazes of many students changed. A few of them bustled with intent.

Zhao Lei was no exception. His gaze burned into Fang Ping.

Fu Changding, who was standing at the side, was a little moved as well. He said softly, “Fang Ping, with 30 credits, I’m afraid it’s going to be a little more troublesome this time.

“With our relations.h.i.+p, instead of giving it to Zhao Lei, why don’t you give it to me?

“How’s this—later when Zhao Lei challenges you, you beat him down, then you surrender to me. I’ll give you 10 credits, so what do you think?”

Fang Ping glanced at him and was displeased. “You think me a fool? I can have it for myself. Why must I give it to you?”

“Fang Ping, no matter how impressive you are, you have too many enemies who will try to beat you. Later, they’ll all try to challenge you. Think about it, you’ll need many medicinal pills to recover your Vitality…”

Fang Ping did not bother to deal with him. Tang Feng opened his mouth and asked, “Does anyone want to challenge for the position of cla.s.s monitor?”

“Instructor, I want to try!”

Zhao Lei was the first to speak up, visibly eager to try.

“Instructor, sign me up too!”

“Teacher, sign me up too!”

…

Four or five students signed up in one go, and Fu Changding was no exception.

Tang Feng said casually, “Fang Ping, as you’re the cla.s.s monitor, you have to accept the challenges. Of course, you’ll have some time to rest in between.

“Also, as you’re the cla.s.s monitor, you have the right to pick whose challenge to accept first. It’s your choice.

“Don’t talk about fairness. In the end, whoever’s chosen is his fate.”

With these arbitrary rules, naturally, the last to go in this rotation battle had the advantage.

Moreover, the last to battle was the choice of the previous winner. This would depend on their relations.h.i.+p and also how the winner reasoned.

Good observation would be very useful now.

Fang Ping looked at the people in front of him. He looked over Fu Changding first. Fu Changding hastily beamed, an expression that said they were friends so that Fang Ping would give up on any ideas to pummel him for now.

His eyes swept over Yang Xiaoman. Yang Xiaoman’s gaze immediately went to Zhao Lei, her expression as if he was the true enemy.

However, Fang Ping’s eyes trained on her. Yang Xiaoman could not hold out and glared at Fang Ping, muttering, “Challenging a girl first. Don’t you have any shame?”

Before Fang Ping could open his mouth, Zhao Lei spoke, his voice low. “Fang Ping, let me go first!”

“Are you sure?”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re the cla.s.s monitor or not. I want to take revenge on you!”

Zhao Lei did not care if he lost the rotation battle and the cla.s.s monitor position. He only wanted to take revenge on Fang Ping for beating him up so badly his head swelled like a pig’s!

“Since you’re asking to be thrashed, I don’t mind either.”

Fang Ping chuckled, then turned to Tang Feng. “Teacher, can we use weapons?”

“You can!”

Tang Feng answered easily. Some students only cultivated their weapons combat technique. If he did not allow weapons, how would they be able to unleash their biggest strengths?

After all, he was here. They were not carrying out missions right now either, so he would not allow them to go the extent of losing their lives.

“Then hold on for a second.”

Fang Ping did not elaborate and paced towards the changing room.

Zhao Lei hesitated slightly before walking off to the side and picking up his own weapon. In the cla.s.s, most martial artists used staffs or sabers.

Zhao Lei’s was an alloy staff. His instructor, Tang Feng, was not an expert on weapons. It was more suitable to use a staff.

Not long later, Fang Ping came out.

When they saw him holding a changdao, everybody’s expressions turned curious.

Among the crowd, Zhao Xuemei was also looking at Fang Ping, surprised. What was this situation?

“Wasn’t he using a machete?”

“Why did he change to a daguandao?”

“This saber isn’t light, is it? Can Fang Ping wield it?”

“His posture is really good. Most importantly, he has to make use of it…”

Many people were discussing in hushed voices. Zhao Lei’s attention was attracted too. He stared at the fengzuidao for a while before saying, “Weapons aren’t better just because they’re longer or bigger!”

A 1.8 meters-long fengzuidao was definitely not considered a short weapon.

Long weapons did not mean they were strong. Once they were close to the body, long weapons were hard to use.

Especially something like the guandao. A staff was better to use.

Fang Ping smiled. “You’ll know after I test it out. That’s right, you’re not going to cry today, are you?”

“Hmph!”

“You mustn’t cry. Otherwise, if I beat you to tears every time, I won’t dare to attack you again next time!”

“Then try me!”

“I think you were also this confident last time!”

“Cut the chit-chat!”

Zhao Lei was getting impatient.

Just as he finished speaking, Fang Ping’s legs flashed and he closed the distance slightly. The changdao made a whistling noise in the air.

Zhao Lei’s expression did not change. He lifted his staff and blocked it. He moved his feet, wanting to get closer to Fang Ping. With the number of bones he had honed, it was better suited for him to get close to Fang Ping and take Fang Ping down in close combat.

Just as his feet moved, Zhao Lei suddenly retreated a step. His two hands holding his staff were a little numb and trembling.

“Such enormous power!”

Zhao Lei’s expression hardened. The strength of Fang Ping’s outburst was much stronger than he expected!

As he was thinking about it, Fang Ping lifted his saber and sliced down again!

Clang!

Sparks flew where the blade met the staff, emitting an ear-piercing screech of friction.

Zhao Lei moved back yet another step, his expression unbecoming.

As he moved back, Fang Ping moved in.

Clang!

During this slash, Zhao Lei’s purlicue went numb. He felt a little as if he could not hold on to his staff.

Clang clang clang!

Fang Ping was not too close nor far, maintaining a blade’s distance from Zhao Lei.

Suffering through more than ten continuous slashes, Zhao Lei’s purlicue had already split open. Streams of blood flowed down his purlicues and onto his alloy staff.

…

Among the students watching the battle at two sides.

Yang Xiaoman’s face changed slightly as she said, “His upper limbs are so strong!”

“The weapon’s weight isn’t light either.”

Fu Changding interrupted and said, “This isn’t the crux of the matter. The crux is that his Vitality outburst is stronger than Zhao Lei’s!”

“How could it be!”

Yang Xiaoman was deeply startled. “Zhao Lei has already honed 55 bones. His Vitality is at least 270cal…”

“Fang Ping is stronger than him by a lot, not just a little!”

Fu Changding’s expression was very serious too. Ever since the special training cla.s.ses had started, they had not seen Fang Ping attack.

During the second cla.s.s monitor rotation, n.o.body had challenged him either.

The time after that, which was last month, when all of them went off on their own missions, n.o.body came in contact with each other too.

Only now, everybody realized Fang Ping’s Vitality was so high, it was a little shocking.

It was at least 280cal… No, 280cal of Vitality could not create this much pressure. It was at least around 300cal!

“Is this what a thrice-honed martial artist is?”

Fu Changding muttered to himself before snapping out of it. “His Vitality is so high, the number of bones he honed is definitely not small. It’s at least around 50 bones. Otherwise, even if he is thrice-honed, it’s impossible for it to be so high. There might be even more!”

In Rank-1, every time a bone was finished honing, the Vitality limit would increase too.

If the number of bones Fang Ping honed was not high, even if he was thrice-honed, his Vitality would not be so high.

“300cal!”

Yang Xiaoman’s face turned pale. For a Rank-1 martial artist, no matter the number of bones honed and strength of Vitality, everybody’s combat technique progress should be similar.

None of them had learned any powerful combat techniques.

With such a strong Vitality, to them, Fang Ping had the benefit of putting on pressure.

As the crowd was busy discussing, a yell suddenly erupted from Fang Ping. His changdao changed into a bolt of light, and a sharp crackling sound was emitted.

Clang!

This time, the sound of the alloys’ impact was even louder!

Zhao Lei’s face was extremely red and he, too, howled angrily, yet he could not stop backtracking. The tracks of blood from his purlicue were even more obvious.

“You still won’t surrender? You so badly want me to make you cry?”

Fang Ping huffed and brought his changdao down another time!

Clang!

This time, as Fang Ping sliced down, Zhao Lei finally could not hold on to his staff. His staff dropped to the floor, making a loud clatter.

Zhao Lei’s two hands had turned numb long ago, yet he did not want to admit defeat. He moved quickly, wanting to fight with Fang Ping in close combat.

However, Fang Ping did not give him this opportunity. The changdao whistled, once again slas.h.i.+ng downwards, blocking his path.

Zhao Lei’s pupils shrank slightly, and he hastily moved back.

Just as he moved back, Fang Ping’s slash turned into a smack. The flat of his blade hit Zhao Lei’s chest ferociously!

Pfft!

Zhao Lei was not as quick as Fang Ping. He could not avoid it, and so his chest suffered a heavy blow. A mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth!

Then, Fang Ping gave up on using his saber. He carelessly flung his changdao towards Yang Xiaoman and the crowd. Yang Xiaoman and a few others hurriedly avoided it, but Fu Changding stretched out a hand to take it. The moment he held it, his hand drooped from the weight. When he saw the s.h.i.+ning surface of the weapon, he could not resist cursing, “Rich b.a.s.t.a.r.d!

“This is made from motherf*cking D-grade alloy!”

Once these words left his mouth, everybody in the cla.s.s looked fervently at the fengzuidao.

Everybody’s observation skills were not bad. Earlier, Fang Ping’s attacks were very strong. The saber was definitely not light—it was definitely around 30 catty.

If it was D-grade alloy, did that not mean it needed more than 300 credits?

Fu Changding calling him a rich b.a.s.t.a.r.d was not a false accusation after all.

As they paid attention to the changdao, Fang Ping was beating Zhao Lei up.

Just as the crowd turned back to look, they saw a very familiar scene!

Bang!

Zhao Lei, whose hands were still numb, watched with wide eyes as a fist came toward his own nose.

Zhao Lei’s eyes nearly popped out in anger, and he hastily leaned his head back, but there was no way he could dodge Fang Ping’s punch!

Snap!

A crisp sound emitted. Blood flowed from Zhao Lei’s nose, and his eyes reddened. Tears dropped as he blinked.

“I already told you not to cry, yet you’re still crying!”

“Crying, your grandfather’s a.s.s!”

“You still dare to cuss someone out?”

Fang Ping’s first punch was merited. A second punch happened suddenly, his fist striking Zhao Lei’s left eye. The flesh around Zhao Lei’s left eye visibly swelled up and turned purplish.

“Are you still going to cuss?”

Bang!

“I told you not to cry, yet you’re crying so badly!”

Bang!

“You really think a swollen pig-head looks good? Then I’ll oblige you?”

“…”

After more than ten punches, Zhao Lei’s face was no different than it had been last time, but he still would not admit defeat.

Fang Ping was incensed. He gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t blame me for attacking your lower region!”

“I surrender!”

Zhao Lei did not hesitate this time and hurried shouted this.

“Treacherous!”

Fang Ping huffed and did not blather on. He looked at Yang Xiaoman and said, “Next, Yang Xiaoman!”

Yang Xiaoman’s expression changed and changed again. She ground her teeth and said, “You’re not going to rest?”

“No need!”

“I…”

Yang Xiaoman looked at Zhao Lei. Zhao Lei’s eyes were so swollen, he could barely see anyone, fumbling around before sitting down at his original spot.

Although Zhao Lei really wanted to portray himself as someone who did not acknowledge Fang Ping despite losing to him, if he did act so mightily, it was funny no matter how one looked at it.

Yang Xiaoman released a breath before asking, “How many bones have you honed?”

“Does it matter?”

“I’m just asking, is that wrong? We’re all in the same cla.s.s. It’s not like it’s a big secret!”

Fang Ping glanced at her before looking at Tang Feng at the side. Only then did he reply, “59 bones!”

“How can that be!”

These words were not uttered solely by Yang Xiaoman. Others were also looking at Fang Ping with an expression of disbelief.

Fang Ping had only become a martial artist after cla.s.ses started. It had only been 3 months now. To be able to hone 59 bones in three months meant he could complete a bone-honing in one and a half days. This was too fast!

Fang Ping did not object, nor did he feel he would be dissected.

This world did not lack geniuses.

Sure enough, Tang Feng was not very surprised. Upon noticing everybody’s shock, he said lightly, “Some people are born suited for bone-honing. With enough medicinal pills, having a quicker bone-honing speed is not unusual.

“However, quick bone-honing doesn’t mean your combat strength is good. That depends on your hard work.

“Yang Xiaoman, it’s your turn!”

“I… I surrender!”

Yang Xiaoman reluctantly said this, face full of shame. She had surrendered right at the beginning both times. She, too, felt like she had no dignity left to face others.

But Fang Ping was way over the line!

He used Zhao Lei to scare people both times!

How could she go out and meet people if she was beaten up like him?

Otherwise, even if she lost, she would have fought. It was not like she could not afford to lose. However, she could not accept being beaten into a pig-head.

Tang Feng looked at Fu Changding, and Fang Ping also looked at Fu Changding mischievously.

Fu Changding smiled wryly and chuckled. “Can you not hit my face?”

“What do you think?”

“Then I surrender!”

Fu Changding was willing too. 30 credits were good, but he did not want to once again have a pig-head.

He could not tell how much Vitality Fang Ping had used up, but looking at his restlessness, it did not seem as if he used up much.

“What about you guys?”

“You must hit the face?”

“I don’t know, it’s not like I purposely hit faces!”

The word “purposely” sounded particularly sharp.

Everybody fell silent, and after a while, a few people said one after another, “Surrender!”

Fang Ping was thrice-honed and possibly had a Vitality of 300cal. He had honed 59 bones, had a D-grade alloy weapon, and he especially liked hitting people’s faces…

With all this combined, the others did not feel they would fare better than Zhao Lei.