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

Upon hearing Sun Jinghuan's unfounded accusations, Qin Hanzhong's face darkened, and he frowned, saying, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

He glanced at Lin Ran, remained silent for a moment, and then made a decision.

"Your draw is void, and your opponents will be reassigned. From now on, you two will no longer share a draw box for the tournament. The class will be divided into two groups, and each group will draw its own lots."

In this way, Lin Ran changed the rules of the arena draw all by himself.

"It can't be that bad, I'm not going to kill him on the spot." Lin Ran was still a little unwilling.

Sun Jinghuan was on the verge of a breakdown: "Listen to what you're saying!"

Qin Hanzhong ignored the two men and made the decision directly: "It's settled then."

Lin Ran could only express his regret.

The monotonous school life seems to have lost another source of fun.

However, the new lottery box soon gave him another surprise.

Although Sun Jinghuan wasn't in his lottery box, Lin Haozhe was still there.

Perhaps Qin Hanzhong felt that Lin Ran and Lin Haozhe were brothers, and if Lin Haozhe were paired with Sun Jinghuan, Sun Jinghuan would take the opportunity to retaliate against Lin Haozhe.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that the one Lin Haozhe truly feared was never Sun Jinghuan.

When Lin Haozhe and Lin Ran stood face to face on the ring, his expression was worse than if he were crying.

"Don't worry, we're brothers, I won't kill you!" Lin Ran flashed him a set of white teeth.

The whistle blew.

Before Lin Haozhe could even get into a defensive stance, Lin Ran's fist had already arrived.

Bang!

A punch landed squarely on his chest, and Lin Haozhe staggered back three steps, barely managing to regain his balance.

Lin Ran waited for him to get back into position before stepping forward again.

Bang! Bang! Crack!

For the next half hour, Lin Haozhe was beaten the whole time, like a human punching bag, kicked and slammed by Lin Ran.

His speed and strength were far inferior to Sun Jinghuan's, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back against Lin Ran.

Even if his entire skin could be metallic, it wouldn't be able to stop Lin Ran's casual punches and kicks.

The difference in strength is too great. Lin Ran has to carefully control the force of his attacks, just like he did when he dealt with Sun Jinghuan before, to avoid accidentally turning him into dust.

The only difference is that Lin Haozhe doesn't have to worry about being beaten to the point of vomiting blood; he only needs to endure Lin Ran's beatings.

Lin Ran didn't plan to send him to the medical room. After all, lying in bed was too boring. How could it be as comfortable as standing on the ring and getting beaten up?

That night, Lin Haozhe dialed that number again and growled into the bracelet, "If you don't do something soon, he's going to beat me to death!"

After clarifying the situation, the other end remained silent for a long while: "Mobilizing assassins takes time; it can't be done so quickly."

"How much longer?" Lin Haozhe took a deep breath, feeling a lingering pain in his chest.

The voice on the other end sounded impatient: "I'll try my best."

Lin Haozhe hung up the phone, threw the holographic bracelet on the bed, looked down at the bruise on his arm, and his eyes almost overflowed with malice.

He closed his eyes, and the image of Lin Ran's bullying face flashed through his mind, making him feel pain all over his body.

For the next three days, Lin Haozhe was drawn into the same group as Lin Ran every day during the practical training sessions.

Qin Hanzhong also noticed the anomaly.

If Lin Ran drew lots with Sun Jinghuan before, she would always draw Sun Jinghuan's lot.

Now the two groups draw lots separately, and Sun Jinghuan is assigned to the other group. He always draws Lin Haozhe.

Could it be that this guy, besides having F-rank strength, has also awakened the ability to see through things?

Even if he awakens his X-ray vision ability, he still can't control the results of other people's lottery draws, right?

Fortunately, although Lin Ran would punish Lin Haozhe every day, he didn't go to the same extreme as he did with Sun Jinghuan.

Therefore, Qin Hanzhong did not adjust the lottery rules again.

After all, he had already adjusted the lottery rules once because of Lin Ran. If he did it again, it would make him, as an instructor, seem to lack authority.

As a result, Lin Ran's beating of Lin Haozhe every afternoon became a regular feature of Martial Arts Class One.

On the evening of the third day, Lin Haozhe returned home, and his movements when changing his shoes were noticeably slower than usual.

He bent down, and bruises on his arms peeked out from the edge of his sleeve; the bluish-purple marks spread over a palm-sized patch above his wrist.

Song Yishu's gaze happened to sweep over the bruise on his wrist, and she quickly asked, "Haozhe, what happened to your arm?"

"It's okay, Mom." Lin Haozhe quickly pulled down his sleeves and forced a smile.

"It was just a brief exchange with Brother Ran during the practical training class."

As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Ran, deliberately feigning timidity.

Song Yishu walked up to him in a few steps, lifted his sleeve and looked at him carefully.

His forearm was covered in bruises, some of which had darkened in color, clearly indicating that old injuries from a few days ago had not yet healed, and new bruises had piled up on top of them.

She looked at Lin Ran and frowned: "Ran, come here for a moment."

After saying that, he pulled Lin Haozhe towards the sofa.

Seeing this, Lin Ran thought to himself, "As expected, it's the same old trick."

He shrugged, sat down on the sofa, and asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Song Yishu pointed to the bruises on Lin Haozhe's arm: "Did you inflict these injuries on him?"

"Yeah, right." Lin Ran shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "In a duel, bumps and scrapes are inevitable."

Lin Haozhe quickly pulled his hand back and rolled up his sleeves again: "Mom, it's not Ran's fault. He was just trying to train me and improve my combat skills."

His tone was sincere, but his expression was somewhat pitiful, as if he had been wronged but dared not speak out.

Lin Ran glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "It's good that you know."

Seeing his behavior, Lin Haozhe's expression stiffened slightly.

"I know that martial artists need to hone their skills," Song Yishu said, turning to Lin Ran with a hint of helplessness in her voice. "But don't go too far and hurt your brother."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Lin Ran gestured with his chin toward Lin Haozhe: "I'll make sure to control my strength and help Haozhe improve as well."

Hearing this, Song Yishu's expression softened a bit: "That's good. Seeing you brothers getting along well puts my mind at ease."

Lin Haozhe's lips twitched; he wanted to refute, but couldn't utter a word.

A voice inside him roared, "Harmony? Which eye of yours saw us being harmonious? He beats me up every day, and that's considered harmony?"

But he also had to maintain his image and not let Song Yishu think that he was deliberately complaining.

"Mom is right, Ran-ge really helped me a lot." He forced a smile, trying to suppress his discomfort.

Lin Ran patted his shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy: "We're all on the same side, no need to be so polite. Let's continue in the arena tomorrow!"

After the meal, Lin Ran picked up his backpack and went out.

As he passed Lin Haozhe, he paused, turned his head, and lowered his voice, saying, "Actually, it's tiring for me to practice with you in the ring every day. What if I lose control one day..."

These words are a blatant threat.

Lin Haozhe was panicking, but he didn't have any good ideas.

They couldn't win a fight, and they couldn't win a lawsuit, so they could only hope that the new assassin would act quickly.

"Brother Ran, you're joking. Be careful on your journey and come back soon!"

He gave a smile that looked more like a grimace and waved at Lin Ran.

As usual, Lin Ran hunted more than two hundred third-order crystal cores and more than a dozen fourth-order crystal cores. He was lucky enough to encounter a fifth-order mutant and obtained a fifth-order crystal core.

During this time, the Lord of Xuan Chen joked and bantered with him, and the time passed quickly.

When he rushed back to the city with his backpack, he noticed something unusual around him before he even reached the villa area.

Three extraordinary auras pressed down from three directions, directly targeting Lin Ran.

"Not good? Only three came? Don't you know that last time four came and they still couldn't take me down?"

Lin Ran drew his long sword and looked around at the three of them.

"Two fire-types and one strength-type—the lineup isn't ideal either; they're clearly underestimating me!"