6 Chapter 6 Damn it, Liang Feifan!

In front of Liang Feifan, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking Song Chaoyu.

"Liang Feifan, this is our Class Four, not your Class Two!"

"Oh?"

Liang Feifan sneered, "You're standing up for her?"

"I remember in the last practical exercise, you were the top of your class. Want to have a go with me?"

Chen Xiao furrowed his brows, "We are all classmates, there's no need to..."

"What classmates!"

Liang Feifan pushed Chen Xiao's arm away, "From the moment we awakened our professions, we are no longer the same as them!"

"Ordinary people, just ordinary people."

"And we, the professionals, are the natural nobles…"

"Noble my ass!"

Chen Xiao cursed and pushed Liang Feifan away.

"I can't stand pretentious people like you, just showing off what you don't really have…"

"You're asking for it!"

Liang Feifan cursed in anger as the surrounding whispers stirred his fury even more.

He pointed at Chen Xiao, "Chen Xiao, dare to accept my challenge!"

"Previously, we were both aspiring warriors, now we're both professionals. According to the school rules, any disagreements among us should be settled through a duel."

"So, do you accept?"

"Why should I be scared of you!"

Chen Xiao, also provoked, stepped forward angrily.

"Chen Xiao, don't be impulsive..."

Zheng Cheng quickly held Chen Xiao back, advising him not to act rashly.

"Brother Cheng, they're too overbearing..."

"Beat them up!"

Before Chen Xiao and Liang Feifan even started their duel, a few students who enjoyed watching the fireworks started shouting.

No one knew who threw a broomstick into the crowd, but soon several people started fighting.

"Damn, a fight started!"

"Class Two, let's beat up Class Four!"

"This is our Class Four territory, brothers, charge!"

Someone shouted and more than a dozen boys immediately rushed forward.

Those who could grab a chair, did. Those who could throw a broom, did. Soon, it escalated into a full-scale brawl.

Apart from Class Two and Four, students from other classes also quickly ran over, shouting.

"Damn, Class Two and Four are fighting each other!"

"Hit him hard! Kick his soft spot! Reach in and pluck out his heart! Beat him up!"

"Class Four outnumbers them, seems like Class Four will win…"

In this world, because of the invasion by monsters and Different Races, people value martial arts.

Starting from elementary school, schools have always taught hand-to-hand combat and body refining martial arts.

Although ordinary people can't become professionals, they can also become warriors through physical cultivation and martial arts training!

In the Alien Battlefield, warriors are also an important force of the human defense line.

As an average school in Chang'an City, the students of the Twelfth Middle School mostly come from ordinary families or are orphans. Fights are quite common here.

Students like Liang Feifan and Song Chaoyu, who hold some status, are very few.

In the midst of the chaos, Zheng Cheng also seized the opportunity to grab a flower pot from behind.

He found the right opportunity and threw it over. It hit Liang Feifan's head with a 'thud'.

"Ah...!"

"You... deserve to die!"

Liang Feifan roared, and a gust of wind suddenly erupted from within his body, sending the surrounding four or five students flying.

The chaotic fight quickly calmed down.

"I am a professional!"

"You despicable…"

Liang Feifan gritted his teeth, reached out his hand into the void, and a hazy long sword was suddenly grasped by him!

"Chen Xiao, accept my challenge!"

"I accept it!" Chen Xiao too shouted, shaking off Zheng Cheng's hand.

"Damn…"

Seeing this scene, the surrounding crowd all went quiet.

"Equipment? He just awakened, where did he get the equipment!"

"No! It's not equipment, it's...a natural weapon!"

"Liang Feifan actually has a natural weapon!"

"That's it!"

"A natural weapon is an ability that only seven-star professionals might awaken!"

"With a natural weapon, Liang Feifan could even compete with an ordinary eight-star professional!"

Natural weapons!

These are gifts from heaven that only a few seven-star professionals may receive, born along with the professionals.

Some are weapons, some helmets. There're also staffs, armors, etc.

These natural weapons all have one feature.

That is growth!

They can grow with the professions.

And they fit perfectly with the skills and abilities of the professionists.

With a natural weapon in hand, Liang Feifan became even more arrogant.

"Chen Xiao, since you accepted my challenge, don't blame me!"

"A bunch of ordinary people, me eyeing you is doing you a favor, how dare you refuse me!"

"And you..."

Liang Feifan pointed at Chen Xiao again, "I always intended to pull you up, but you don't appreciate sincere advice!"

"All of you, get lost!"

With a roar, furious wind blades scattered around him, causing the surrounding students to retreat in fear.

"Damn, professional skills!"

"Liang Feifan is angry!"

"This is the gap between professionals and ordinary people..."

Soon, a clearing was made in the classroom, leaving only Liang Feifan and Chen Xiao in the middle.

Chen Xiao gritted his teeth, stomped his feet on the ground, and a yellowish light immediately rose from the earth, enveloping his entire body.

"Why should I be scared of you!"

"I dare not ask someone like you to be my teammate..."

"Damn it!"

"Wind Blade Slash!"

Liang Feifan grunted quietly, his figure suddenly lunging forward.

Even before he approached, a wind blade made entirely of fierce wind had formed, slashing hard against Chen Xiao's body.

At the crucial moment, Chen Xiao instinctively threw himself to the side, dodging the lethal blow.

But the wind blade had already slashed against his Earth Guard, exploding with a loud bang.

The fine wind blade exploded into a whirlwind, knocking down everyone in Group Four.

"Chen Xiao!"

Zheng Cheng was the first to help Chen Xiao up: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Chen Xiao held his chest, a few traces of blood seeped out, his expression looked horrible.

"So, this is the power of a seven-star profession, I'm no match for his basic skills."

Zheng Cheng said, "Don't tell me you're doing all this for Song Chaoyu. Is she worth the risk?"

Chen Xiao said embarrassingly, "I couldn't just let outsiders bully the girls from our class..."

Zheng Cheng shook his head, 'You risked your life for Song Chaoyu, and she didn't even glance at you.'

At the back of the crowd, Song Chaoyu and several other girls were standing together, with no intention of stepping forward.

"You...."

"A hero saving the beauty, I am indeed moved!"

Liang Feifan approached again: "Chen Xiao, have you admitted defeat yet?"

"If you admit defeat, just call me daddy, hahaha..."

"Come on, call him!"

"Calling Brother Fan 'Daddy' is your privilege!"

"Brother Fan is a seven-star professional. In at most three to four years, he could become a power lord…"

Struggling to stand, Chen Xiao retorted, "Admit defeat, my ass!"

Zheng Cheng stopped him: "Don't overdo it."

"Brother Cheng, these guys are too much!"

"Forgot what I taught you before?"

"I…."

"The teacher's here! The teacher's here!"

"Brother Fan! The teacher's here!"

"And the director...!"

"Quick, let's go!"

More shouts resounded outside the door.

The fight between Class 2 and 4 had finally caught the school leaders' attention.

Liang Feifan's face slightly changed. He pointed at Zheng Cheng and Chen Xiao.

"Chen Xiao and I were just practicing normally. He accepted my challenge, and I'm not afraid even if the teacher is here!"

"You two, just wait for me!"

"We are all professionals, right? We will have plenty of time later…"

Zheng Cheng's eyes suddenly moved, he stepped forward and shouted, "Dare to accept my challenge?"

"You?"

Liang Feifan sneered, "Accepting or not, what's the difference? A mere three-star priest is not worth me drawing my sword!"

"So, you have accepted?"

"So what if I have!"

An eerie spiritual wave instantly fell on Liang Feifan.

"Eat shit, Liang Feifan!"

"What did you say?!"

Liang Feifan's eyes widened, his face turning red.

Zheng Cheng shouted again, "And all of you, go eat shit!"

"What the…"

"He dares to curse us!"

"Get him!"

"Huh….?"

As a few boys from Class 2 shouted, the crowd parted, and Teacher Gao Yang quickly squeezed in.

"What are you doing here... "

"Huh…?"

"Huh? Huh…?"

Before he could finish speaking, Liang Feifan and two other boys from Class 2 suddenly bent over holding their stomachs, their faces pale as if holding back something.

"What's wrong?"

"Boo…"

"What's that smell?"

"It's so freaking stinky…"

"Fan... Fan, Brother, my stomach hurts…"

"My stomach hurts too... "

"I can't hold it in..."

"Ah... Brother Fan!"

"Boo!"

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, the two boys who had been most involved in the fight suddenly squatted down.

Before they could even unzip their trousers, a foul smell rushed out of their trouser legs.

"Ew…"

"Damn it! They've done it! These two bastards shit themselves right here in the classroom!"

"It smells so freaking bad, quickly open the windows…"

"Ew…"

"Run… get out of the way…"

At this moment, Liang Feifan also quickly wriggled his way through the crowd and ran outside.

As he went out through the classroom door, he ran into a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The dean of instruction at Chang'an City No.12 High School.

"You're Liang Feifan from Class 2, right? This time you've done a good…"

"Boo…!"

Before he could finish speaking, a stream of shit-brown liquid sprayed out from behind Liang Feifan.

"Ew…!"