Luo Tianxiang gritted his teeth in pain, not daring to move a muscle.
He couldn’t even imagine what he looked like right now.
He was afraid he’d die of shame on the spot.
This was supposed to be a crushing duel.
How did it turn into this mess?
The teacher, with a stern face, said, “I’m not joking with you.
Your injury requires a hospital visit. Pulling out the silver spear could cause massive bleeding.
My spiritual technique, Sunflower Little Sun, might not heal it in time.”
Luo Tianxiang, biting his lip, was on the verge of tears.
“No way. I’d rather die than go to the hospital.”
Jiang Nan let out a long sigh, “Brother Luo, why make it so hard on yourself?
Is face more important than your life?
Besides, you’ve already lost all your dignity.”
Luo Tianxiang: !!!
Damn it.
Do you have to be so blunt?
You’re way too good at comforting people.
[Resentment points from Luo Tianxiang +1000.]
“No way.”
Jiang Nan rolled his eyes.
Luo Tianxiang was in such a pitiful state. If he really died here, wouldn’t that cause trouble for Jiang Nan?
He said, “Fine, no hospital. But you know what this is, right?”
He squatted down and pulled out a vitality ginseng.
Luo Tianxiang’s eyes lit up.
Wasn’t this the miraculous ginseng that cured Old Man Zhong?
If he ate it, he wouldn’t have to suffer in a hospital.
But would Jiang Nan really be that kind?
“You… you’re giving it to me?”
Jiang Nan smirked, “Dream on. Flat price, 30 million.”
Luo Tianxiang exploded, “Why don’t you just rob me?”
Jiang Nan, stunned, replied, “What do you think I’m doing? Helping out of kindness?”
[Resentment points from Luo Tianxiang +1000.]
Legal robbery?
Fine.
Absolutely fine.
Luo Tianxiang, eyes red with rage, said, “Give it here. I’ll pay.”
It’s just a nosebleed, right?
Better than going to the hospital in this state.
Jiang Nan grinned, “Deal.”
He teleported back to the stands, swiftly packed up his stall.
Then returned to the arena.
He spread out his stall cloth, sat on a small stool, and placed the vitality ginseng.
“Come on. Pay up.”
Luo Tianxiang: ???
What the hell?
You need to make it formal?
You love setting up stalls that much?
The classmates were baffled. What’s going on? A stall in the middle of the arena?
Zhong Yingxue and Xia Yao were speechless.
Jiang Nan was chuckling inside.
The formality was necessary.
Goods sold on the stall cloth counted as a successful transaction.
Not only could he earn skill points, but he could also pay off his stall fee debt.
The more Jiang Nan looked at Luo Tianxiang, the more he liked him.
A walking, talking money machine.
Luo Tianxiang gritted his teeth and transferred 30 million to Jiang Nan.
Whether his dad would kill him later was a problem for another time.
First, he needed to pull the silver spear out of his backside.
He bitterly ate the 30-million-yuan vitality ginseng.
The bitterness spread in his heart.
The watching students were dazed, and the teacher was stunned. What was happening?
At that moment.
Luo Tianxiang’s eyes widened. He felt a surge of blood rushing through him.
It went straight to his head, his face turning red.
“Quick, quick, quick. I can’t hold it. It’s coming, it’s coming.”
The teacher, confused, asked, “What’s coming?”
Luo Tianxiang panicked, “Quick. Pull the spear out. Hurry. I can’t hold it.”
The teacher swallowed, “Really pull it?”
“Pull it. Pull it now. It’ll grow into me if you don’t.”
The teacher still hesitated.
Jiang Nan stood up, righteous, and declared, “I’ll do it.”
He grabbed the silver spear and yanked it out.
“Pop.”
It sounded like pulling a cork from a wine bottle.
“Ow.”
Luo Tianxiang let out a scream, with a hint of a quiver.
The crowd shivered. Damn, that’s brutal.
Was that scream for real?
Luo Tianxiang looked relieved.
His mind completely relaxed.
But the next second, his expression turned to horror.
From behind, a high-pressure blood jet shot out uncontrollably.
It sprayed over ten metres.
Jiang Nan, horrified, exclaimed, “Holy crap, Luo Tianxiang. What are you doing?
You’re really keeping your promise, huh?
Free-flying in front of everyone?”
The classmates lost it.
Luo Tianxiang.
Tianxiang. Tianxiang. Truly soaring.
“Ugh. What the hell. Did Luo Tianxiang get punctured?”
“Damn. Luo Shao is Luo Shao. He keeps his word.”
“Public soaring? Epic.”
“Blood shooting over ten metres? What pressure. A god.”
“I’m gonna puke.”
Zhong Yingxue covered her face, unable to watch.
Xia Yao was laughing so hard she collapsed into Zhong Yingxue’s arms, still giggling.
“Goose, hahaha, hic, hahaha, cough, cough.”
The teacher jumped back, shouting, “Luo Tianxiang. What are you doing?
Everyone’s watching. Control yourself. Hold it in.”
Luo Tianxiang, hands covering himself, was furious.
Hold it in? You think I can just hold it in?
I want to.
I’m trying my best.
Damn you, Jiang Nan. I shouldn’t have trusted you.
The blood jet’s thrust grew stronger.
In everyone’s horrified gazes.
Luo Tianxiang, lying on the ground, was pushed forward.
From a slow slide to faster and faster.
A man, prone on the ground, blood gushing behind him.
The massive thrust propelled him across the floor like a rocket car.
“Ahhh. Jiang Nan, you bastard.”
Luo Tianxiang was losing it. Seeing the wall approaching, he panicked.
“Stop. Stop. I’m speeding.”
“Bang.”
His head slammed into the concrete wall from the sheer force.
Everyone gulped. That much force?
They exchanged glances.
What the hell did I just witness?
My worldview.
Completely shattered.
Luo Tianxiang, head stuck in the wall, finally stopped bleeding.
The wound healed.
His body slumped, knocked out.
Lying on the ground, covered in mess.
Then, two streams of blood shot from his nose.
Like little fountains, unrelenting.
The crowd looked at Jiang Nan. From start to finish, no one even saw him act.
And Luo Tianxiang ended up like this?
They recalled Jiang Nan’s words.
“I have 100 ways to play you to death. You were never qualified to challenge me from the start.”
“I never took you seriously, not even for a second.”
Jiang Nan meant it.
Now they understood why he was called God Nan.
Luo Tianxiang gave his all.
Yet he couldn’t even force out Jiang Nan’s true strength.
His power was terrifying.
Jiang Nan flashed a bright smile, turning to Qin Shou.
“So, brother, still fighting?”
Qin Shou’s face paled. Glancing at Luo Tianxiang, still bleeding on the ground, he instinctively covered his backside.
“Maybe… let’s not.”
“My knee’s injured today. Even if I beat you, it wouldn’t be fair.”
Jiang Nan’s lip twitched, “Didn’t you say a small injury was nothing?”
[Resentment points from Qin Shou +1000.]
“I’ve calculated. Today’s not a good day to go out.”
He limped away in a flash.
Jiang Nan: ???
