Chapter 260 - 113: Eerie Ancient Tomb

Chapter 260: Chapter 113: Eerie Ancient Tomb

"The Provincial City training camp..."

At the mention of Lin Yi, a flicker of emotion crossed Liu Yang’s eyes.

That name was practically a nightmare for him at Yang City No. 1 High School!

That little tyrant, relying on his overwhelming strength, had put him in his place more times than he could count.

The fear of being dominated by absolute power still made his heart pound and his limbs go cold whenever he thought about it.

Before, Lin Yi had been a high and mighty Martial Artist while he was just a regular student who didn’t even dare to think of resisting.

But now, everything was different!

He, Liu Yang, had also joined the ranks of Martial Artists!

Before Lin Yi left for the Provincial City, he had only just broken through to the First Grade himself.

Liu Yang calculated inwardly.

’Lin Yi only became a Martial Artist about two months before me. Even if he’s exceptionally talented, at most he’s only managed a few more bone Refinements. How much stronger can he be?’

’The gap between us... shouldn’t be that big anymore, right?’

Now that he had broken through to become a Martial Artist, his confidence swelled. He felt he could finally take on Lin Yi!

Thinking of this, Liu Yang couldn’t help but blurt out:

"Principal, what do you think... how does my current strength compare to Lin Yi’s?"

He tried his best to keep his tone calm.

But the experienced Chen Zhenguo still caught the eager, challenging undertone.

Chen Zhenguo was visibly taken aback by the question.

He had personally witnessed Lin Yi’s freakish marksmanship and knew exactly what the Provincial City training camp entailed.

In his mind, forgetting about them being the same grade, even if Lin Yi suppressed his realm, he could probably handle ten Liu Yangs like it was child’s play.

But seeing the fighting spirit and confidence that had just been kindled in Liu Yang’s eyes, Chen Zhenguo couldn’t bear to pour cold water on him and crush his spirit.

He mulled it over for a moment before speaking in an encouraging tone:

"Hmm... Lin Yi did indeed enter the Martial Artist Realm two months before you, but the path of the Martial Dao values perseverance. You’ve already built a solid foundation. As long as you continue to cultivate diligently and work hard to catch up, the gap between you two will only get smaller and smaller! Have faith in yourself!"

"The gap isn’t big?"

Liu Yang’s eyes lit up.

The principal’s words were like a shot in the arm.

The confidence in his heart surged to new heights!

He clenched his fists, his face beaming with intense self-assurance and even a hint of excitement.

"Don’t worry, Principal! I’ll redouble my efforts and strive to surpass Lin Yi as soon as possible! I’ll prove myself!"

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Just then, a clear series of knocks on the door interrupted their conversation.

"Come in," Chen Zhenguo called out, his gaze turning to the door.

The heavy, solid wood door was pushed open.

A tall, straight figure with a familiar aura walked in.

The newcomer looked travel-worn, but he wore a relaxed smile. His eyes were bright and full of spirit as he said in a clear voice, "Hello, Principal! I’m back!"

"Lin Yi?!"

"Lin Yi?!"

Seeing the person clearly, Chen Zhenguo and Liu Yang exclaimed in unison.

Disbelief was written all over their faces!

Lin Yi!

Wasn’t he supposed to be in the Provincial City for that fifty-day elite training camp?

Only forty days have passed!

The time wasn’t up yet!

Why was he back early?

Before Chen Zhenguo could ask for the reason,

Liu Yang, standing to the side, suddenly bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

He leaped up from where he stood.

The meek and honest expression on his face vanished completely.

In its place was a complex mix of shock, doubt, and an unconcealable trace of gloating.

His voice rose several pitches with excitement:

"Lin Yi?! Weren’t you at the Provincial City training camp? Why are you back?! I know! You must have been eliminated! Right? The competition at the camp is brutal, so you must have been eliminated and came scurrying back with your tail between your legs! The school worked so hard to get that spot, and you just wasted it! You’re a disgrace to the school!"

These harsh, grating words struck like daggers.

The relaxed smile in Lin Yi’s eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a coldness like the depths of a winter pool as his sharp gaze swept over Liu Yang.

When Chen Zhenguo heard the word "eliminated," his expression changed abruptly. His initial surprise was instantly replaced by worry.

Ignoring Liu Yang’s rudeness, he looked at Lin Yi anxiously.

"Lin Yi, what’s going on? Were you really eliminated? Did something happen? Are you injured?"

He was worried that Lin Yi had suffered a serious injury during training and was forced to return.

Lin Yi was just about to explain.

But Liu Yang clearly had no intention of giving him the chance.

Far from backing down under Lin Yi’s icy gaze, Liu Yang was instead further incited. The ego boost from his recent breakthrough, combined with the principal’s encouraging words that "the gap isn’t big," completely ignited the emotions he had long suppressed.

He took a step forward, stuck out his neck, and adopted what he believed to be the posture of a superior as he boomed:

"Lin Yi! Your timing is perfect! I’m a First-Grade Martial Artist now too! You used to bully me with your strength, but now I’m going to challenge you fair and square! I’ll show you that I, Liu Yang, am no longer the pushover you can walk all over!"

"Challenge me?"

Lin Yi’s gaze turned utterly frigid, like needles of solid ice.

He slowly turned to face Liu Yang directly, his voice soft but striking everyone’s eardrums with a clear, intangible pressure as he spoke:

"Who gave you the courage to come barking in front of me?"

’Back in school, whenever Liu Yang saw him, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, practically going out of his way to avoid him.’

’As meek as a quail!’

’He just broke through to the First Grade and now he dares to get cocky in front of me?’