Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

Lin Ran turned to the side, and flames swept across his chest.

He then raised his hand, his palm passing through the side of the Flaming Blade, and grabbed Sun Jinghuan's wrist, pressing it down.

Sun Jinghuan's center of gravity was disrupted, and his upper body leaned forward.

Lin Ran then punched him.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the punch landed squarely on his chest.

Sun Jinghuan took three steps back, barely managing to steady himself.

He was panting heavily when he rekindled his flaming blade and assumed a blocking stance once more.

Lin Ran stood still, waiting for Sun Jinghuan to get into position before slowly stepping forward.

For the next half hour, the training hall was filled with an extremely monotonous sound.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Occasionally, there were sounds of flames going out and then reigniting.

Sun Jinghuan was on defense the entire time, and his training uniform was covered with fist marks on the chest.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight back, the key is that he simply can't.

Even though Lin Ran didn't use any fancy moves, he was always a fraction faster than him every time he attacked.

No matter how he reacted, Lin Ran could always strike from an angle that was difficult for him to defend against, at a speed that he could just see clearly but could not dodge.

After reaching the seventh level of Qi Refining, Lin Ran's control over his power became much more refined than before.

He can now make sure that the power of each punch is exactly the same, not a bit more or less.

Each punch landed on Sun Jinghuan just enough to hurt him, but not enough to knock him to the ground.

Below the arena, Zhao Meng's mouth gaped open: "How come Lin Ran seems to have gotten even stronger?"

Zheng Hong, standing next to him, crossed his arms and said, "Really? I remember it was like this last time too."

"Last time Sun Jinghuan was able to fight back, but this time he was just getting beaten up the whole time!"

Zheng Hong looked at it carefully for a while and nodded: "Now that you mention it, it's true."

"Is he really just an F-level talent?" someone in the back row muttered quietly.

"Does the Lin family possess some special martial arts technique?"

"The Lin family are businessmen, not a martial arts family."

"Could it be that the Lin family possesses some new type of gene-enhancing drug that can drastically boost the strength of martial artists?"

"Gene serums only aid in awakening; what truly enhances strength are body-tempering serums and psionic energy replenishers. Clearly, those two serums cannot achieve the same effect."

"But...where did he get this strength?"

On stage, Sun Jinghuan was once again knocked back by Lin Ran's punch.

Zhao Meng shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother Ran is awesome! Brother Ran is the best in the world!"

The sound echoed in the training hall, drawing everyone's attention.

Not to be outdone, Chu Xining immediately echoed, "Brother Lin Ran is the best in the world!"

After shouting, he deliberately raised his chin at Bai Ruolin, as if to assert his dominance.

Seeing this, Bai Ruolin slapped her forehead: "You two, that's enough!"

More than half an hour had passed when Qin Hanzhong blew his whistle.

The competition is over.

The sparring sessions during training naturally have time limits.

Otherwise, if the whole afternoon is occupied by one group of people, how can others compete?

Sun Jinghuan was bent over, his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

The training clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to my body.

There were no obvious external injuries on the exposed arm, but purplish marks were rising from under the skin.

Lin Ran stood in the center of the arena, his breathing steady, no different from when he stepped onto the stage.

"Lin Ran wins this match!"

When Qin Hanzhong announced the results, there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

He wondered if he should have Lin Ran and Sun Jinghuan draw lots separately next time to avoid them running into each other.

Anyone with eyes can see that Lin Ran is deliberately humiliating Sun Jinghuan.

Once or twice is fine, but too many times is going too far.

Lin Ran jumped off the stage, and Chu Xining quickly came over and handed him a towel: "Brother Lin Ran, wipe your sweat."

Lin Ran took the towel and realized that he wasn't sweating at all.

The exertion from fighting in the ring was less than what I expended in the few minutes I spent fighting the Ironhide yesterday.

However, he still symbolically wiped his forehead twice as a gesture.

Zhao Meng leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Ran, aren't you being a little too obvious?"

"What's so obvious?" Lin Ran pretended not to know.

"They deliberately didn't defeat him, and fought for a full thirty minutes, which was even worse than last time..."

"Hey? I can't agree with that!" Lin Ran said seriously, "In a duel, the focus is on the exchange, not on winning or losing. How can you have a proper duel if you defeat your opponent?"

Zhao Meng's lips twitched; for a moment, he was speechless: "Is that really how it's explained?"

Sun Jinghuan paused slightly as he passed Lin Ran.

His lips twitched, and he squeezed out a few words: "You wait!"

Lin Ran handed the towel back to Chu Xining and casually replied, "I'm waiting! Bring it on, whatever you've got!"

He is now eagerly anticipating the Sun family to send a few more Innate Realm martial artists to deal with him. Even if they are Transcendent Realm, he is not entirely helpless against them.

He was able to kill a fifth-tier golden toad at the third level of Qi Refining. Now that his cultivation has reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, challenging a Transcendent Realm martial artist shouldn't be too difficult, right?

"Hmph!" Sun Jinghuan turned his head away and quickly left.

Bai Ruolin handed him a bottle of water, glanced at Sun Jinghuan's retreating figure, and couldn't help but ask, "What's the point of you toying with him like this?"

Sometimes she felt that Lin Ran was very mature and his attitude towards things was far beyond that of his peers.

Sometimes she felt that Lin Ran was very childish, like playing tricks on his opponent in a boxing match, what's the difference between that and children fighting?

Lin Ran unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and casually replied, "There aren't enough entertainment programs; you always have to find some fun yourself."

At this point, he screwed on the bottle cap: "Besides, teasing him is a very meaningful thing in itself."

Although the person who was bullied for two and a half years was the original owner, he has now taken over the original owner's identity.

In everyone's eyes, he was the one who had been bullied for two and a half years.

If he can't retaliate in front of everyone, people will think he's easy to bully!

Lin Ran pushed open the locker room door and walked to his locker.

As soon as the cabinet door was opened, the voice of the Lord of Xuan Chen came from his mind: "Your younger brother just put something in your clothes."

Lin Ran's hand paused on the cabinet door handle: "Why didn't you stop him?"

"Didn't you say you didn't want to be exposed?" Lord Xuanchen asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Don't you have a way to avoid exposing yourself?" Lin Ran feigned displeasure.

Lord Xuan Chen was silent for a moment: "Alright, I'll be more careful next time."

"What did he stuff inside my clothes?"

"Why don't you take a look for yourself and see?"

Lin Ran reached into his school uniform pocket, his fingertips touching a soft piece of fabric.

I pulled it out and took a look.

A plus-size lace bra.

Why is it called plus size?

Because those trouser legs were thicker than Lin Ran's waist.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Lord of Xuan Chen uttered a meaningful sound: "Ho!"

Lin Ran's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

At the same time, a booming roar came from the next changing room: "Who stole my underwear?!"

The voice was powerful and penetrating, carrying the imposing force of a tiger roaring through the mountains.

"This bastard is going too far." Lin Ran quickly threw the underwear aside, feeling extremely disgusted.

His mind raced: "Quick, create an illusion. Ignore everything else, just block out this underwear."

"Yes, sir!" Lord Xuan Chen replied.

A halo of light spilled from his pocket and enveloped the wad of fabric.

The light distorted on the ground for a moment, and the outline of the underwear slowly disappeared from view.

Lin Ran changed his clothes at a leisurely pace, as if nothing had happened.

The locker room door was pushed open from the outside, and Lin Haozhe was the first to walk in.

He glanced at Lin Ran, a fleeting hint of smugness in his eyes.

"Brother Ran, something's happened!" Lin Haozhe's expression turned serious. "Someone stole Zhang Yingying's underwear, and she's coming to search the men's locker room!"