Capítulo 10: Chapter 5: Iron Hand Blocks the River!
The task is complete!
Wu Xiaode felt relieved and took a deep breath.
At that moment, the young man opposite him began to speak.
"What exactly do you want to do, and what is the meaning of these flowers you're offering me?" he said coldly.
Wu Xiaode glanced at him and saw that the young man had clenched his fists, ready to strike at any moment.
The young man was over 1.9 meters tall, and not only that, his waist, neck, and legs were all thick.
Wu Xiaode became alert.
Generally speaking, a real fighter would not be intimidated by someone just because they were muscular.
Firstly,
Weight itself is a great advantage, as fat provides strength and endurance, while merely having muscles signifies low body fat, which is honestly inferior to fat as at least fat can cushion blows.
And besides, it's a fight.
A real fight has no rules whatsoever, but if there must be one rule, it's this —
Fight mercilessly for your life.
In such brutal, savage combat, anything can be used.
Of course, when the opponent is too strong, the rule changes to "flee by any means necessary."
Wu Xiaode once watched an old gangster who, when cornered by a group, gouged one of his attackers' eyes out and ate it.
While this act stunned the group, the old gangster knocked down a few and, taking advantage of his tough body, successfully broke out of the encirclement.
This is what fighting is.
The young man in front of him had an ominous aura and a bear-like physique, so it was uncertain what the outcome would be in a real fight.
However, at this moment, Wu Xiaode suddenly felt a warm sensation emerging from the depths of his soul, as if an unprecedented power was growing vigorously.
Warm currents surged through every limb and bone.
Rows of ice crystal letters timely appeared on the Book of the Dead:
"You are now a professional with 3 points of Soul Power."
"Your personal strength will continuously increase for the next minute, reaching three times the level of an ordinary person, and your soul's strength will also correspondingly enhance."
"Please wait, as when your soul's strength stabilizes, the Ancestor Spirit will complete his thanks."
Tripled...
That's indeed good news.
Despite this, Wu Xiaode still decided not to strike just yet.
After all, it's best not to fight if it can be avoided.
Generally, reaching the point of a physical confrontation is never a good thing.
The best strategy at the moment is to wait for the Ancestor Spirit's thanks and see if it could offer some way to handle the current situation.
Wu Xiaode cleared his throat and sincerely said:
"Young fellow, your moment of testing has arrived."
Everyone fell silent, waiting for what he would say next.
The tall young man's expression turned even colder, his face even showing hints of murderous intent.
Wu Xiaode sensed it.
He wasn't sure if it was because he had become a professional or if it was because he had previously felt that crushing, world-dominating pressure from a giant.
At this moment, he could sense the murderous intent emanating from the other person.
He continued:
"Fellow student, we need to throw these flowers into the trash now. Here's the question—"
"In waste sorting, what kind of trash are fresh flowers?"
The tall young man froze.
The onlookers were also momentarily stunned.
"Is that all you wanted to say to him?" Sun Mingyue couldn't help but ask.
"My fellow students, here's the thing—today we are conducting a campus civil knowledge promotion specifically about waste classification—these fresh flowers are just props," Wu Xiaode explained seriously.
Sun Mingyue was speechless.
A confession?
It was clearly meant to be a confession, and his own reputation could have been bolstered by it.
But how had it turned into waste classification?
The tall young man was momentarily silent, not even knowing how to respond.
The surrounding crowd erupted into disappointed noises.
After all the buildup, it turned out to be just a public welfare announcement and knowledge popularization activity; they had thought there would be drama to witness.
Many lost interest and dispersed, heading towards the cafeteria.
A line of Ice Frost letters then appeared:
"Combat tip: You've killed the entire confession ceremony."
Wu Xiaode shook his head slightly.
What was the point of this reminder? Instead of reminding him of these matters, it would be better to let him receive the Ancestor Spirit's thanks sooner.
However, there was no new prompt in the Void.
The young man spoke up. "I am Li Zheng, president of the Free Combat Club. What's your name, and which department are you from?"
"Zhao Ziang, a freshman from the Chinese Department," Wu Xiaode responded formally. "Li Zheng, I've seen you speak at the conference; wow, that was really impressive."
While speaking, he gave a thumbs-up to the other party.
The president must speak often, right?
I'd better compliment you now.
—I've already complimented you, do you still want to hit me?
That would be rather inappropriate.
After all, I was not your original target.
"Zhao Ziang, right? Is it fun to mock me in public? Come on, let's have a go," Li Zheng said with a smile as he stepped toward Wu Xiaode, his body making cracking sounds of bones moving.
Suddenly, Wu Xiaode had an epiphany—
The other party was serious.
Was it because he had messed up their plans? Or was it something else?
Too little information was available.
He had no idea of the other's intentions.
It appeared he had really replaced Zhao Junyu and was now caught in this deadly fray.
In a flash, another line of ice crystal letters swiftly appeared:
"Your soul has now stabilized, and its strength has reached three times that of an ordinary person."
"The thanks are about to arrive."
As the small letters appeared, a deep and ancient voice resonated within Wu Xiaode's mind:
"Kid, I'm sending you something."
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