133: Chapter 133: A Palm Breakdown 133: Chapter 133: A Palm Breakdown That year in the second year of high school, there was a peach tree in bloom at the school, its blossoms bright red.
Some guy brought people over to pick a fight with a buddy from Class 26.
Nine guys, all beaten to the point of fractures, landed in the hospital.
From that day on, everyone at school knew Old Wang from Class 26.
The only ones who didn’t know Old Wang were the new first years.
“Bro, I’m begging for a close-up HD group pic, hurry up.”
A bunch of people on the forum started shouting.
Damn, this was big news, such a shame, the boss on the podium wouldn’t let anyone leave.
“Don’t rush me, I’m on my way.”
A few guys quickly followed the crowd from Class 26 rushing over.
Qi Lin looked at Wang Rui and let out a cold laugh before his arm twitched, his strong muscles suddenly showing.
“So you want to fight me?
Hehe, alright, I haven’t thrown a punch in a long time.
I want to see if all the teachers at No.
1 Middle School are pushovers.” Qi Lin said coldly, the chill in his eyes instantly spreading.
Wang Rui’s knuckles cracked like popping beans, his face wearing a playful smile, “Pushovers, huh…”
Just then, everyone from Class 26 surrounded them, crowding near the windows and roaring at Qi Lin, “No.
2 Middle School dog, what, looking for trouble?”
Their voices thundered, echoing through the entire senior year section.
The teachers and students in the classrooms below all looked up, as if trying to see through the ceiling.
Both Qi Lin and Wu Ji’s expressions changed at this moment.
Damn, did these students skip their meds this morning?
Christ, what’s it to them?
The students from No.
2 Middle School were fuming with anger.
Looking for trouble?
Fuck, it was Zhang Fan who started the trouble, dammit, how did it become us causing trouble when it came out of their mouths?
And calling us No.
2 Middle School dogs, fuck, that’s unbearable.
“Damn you, No.
1 Middle School dogs, come in here; I won’t let you off until I kick your ass.” A short-haired teen, with an edgy demeanor, was holding a stool, his eyes spitting fire as he cursed at the group outside the classroom.
“Shit, causing a ruckus on our turf, motherfucker.
You there, come out, I swear on my name if I don’t beat you to a pulp.” Yang Xu roared.
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes at the muscled Yang Xu outside, almost bursting out laughing.
Nima, who are you trying to scare with that last name?
Qi Lin, seething with anger, clenched his fists and slammed one into the desk.
“Bang!”
The violent collision startled everyone.
A crowd looked at the deformed desk surface, involuntarily drawing a sharp breath.
These desks, after all, were made of metal.
Qi Lin, thoroughly pleased with his handiwork, watched everyone’s shocked expressions, his nostrils flaring triumphantly.
Zhang Fan scoffed, took deep breath, and fiercely slapped his hand down on another desk.
An even more violent noise abruptly sounded, grabbing everyone’s attention.
“BOOM!”
The metal surface of the desk caved in, its four legs suddenly bursting apart, and the whole desk sprawled on the ground like an octopus.
“Shit!”
Even Wang Rui jumped at Zhang Fan’s show of force.
Dammit, how much palm force do you need to smash a desk like this?
Inside and outside the classroom, whether from No.
2 or No.
1 Middle School, all the kids’ eyes bulged.
If Qi Lin’s punch was shocking, then Zhang Fan’s was downright terrifying.
Is this guy even human?
Yang Xu, who had been beaten by Zhang Fan, shrank his neck, feeling a chill down his spine.
At this moment, he was infinitely grateful that Zhang Fan hadn’t put that much strength into their fight, or else he might still be lying in a hospital.
Zhang Fan was also full of surprise, for the palm force seemed even greater than yesterday’s.
Could it be due to this morning’s exercise?
Immediately, Zhang Fan opened his own attributes panel.
Host: Zhang Fan.
Strength: 12
Intelligence: 7
Spirit: 11
Constitution: 11
Agility: 11
Seeing an extra point in strength, Zhang Fan was utterly dumbfounded.
Damn, when did this extra point of strength show up?
It seemed he hadn’t noticed before.
It was clear that at the mountain peak, there was only an addition of one point in spirit and one in strength.
Could it be that he gained another point on the way home while carrying Ye Yanran?
It seemed like there was no system notification!
Zhang Fan was caught by surprise, and then his eyes sparkled with the thought, tonight, to do another 20kg weight-bearing 10km cross-country run, hehe, if he kept it up, his attributes should skyrocket.
Putting aside other thoughts, Zhang Fan’s eyes swept coldly over Qi Lin as he said softly, “Don’t be slamming the table every time words fail you, as if others can’t do the same.
Keep it low key.”
The moment Zhang Fan spoke, both students from First High and Second High cursed inwardly.
Damn it, low key?
Are you freaking low key right now?
Smashing a metal table with one palm strike, damn it, it all looks like you’re causing trouble here.
Qi Lin suddenly snapped to his senses, his heart in turmoil like a raging river turned upside down.
That punch just now, he had used all his strength, yet the metal table, unlike a wooden one, would not crumble with one punch; his fist still throbbed with pain.
Dammit, how could this guy smash the table like that with one palm.
At that moment, the only thought in Qi Lin’s mind was, damn, that table must be fake, it has to be!
Qi Lin walked over to Zhang Fan, then squatted down to check the table, seeing the rust marks on the leg of the table, he raised an eyebrow and disdainfully said, “Heh, it’s just a broken table after all.”
Hearing Qi Lin’s words, others finally showed an understanding look on their faces.
So it was broken.
Zhang Fan smiled without a word, then patted another brand-new table and said coldly, “This table is fine, right?”
Qi Lin took a close look and nodded, “I don’t believe you can smash this table, hehe, something even I can’t do, you…”
Before Qi Lin could finish, Zhang Fan lifted his hand and slammed it fiercely down on the table.
“BOOM!”
As if an explosion had occurred, the whole ground trembled.
“Crack!”
The edge of the tabletop split open, the metal plate looking like it had been torn apart by hand, its fresh marks gleaming coldly.
The legs of the table, as always, tilted to the sides, and the entire tabletop heavily crashed to the ground.
Qi Lin’s jaw dropped as he stared at the deformed table, his entire face twitching.
Damn, he had inspected this table, it was fine!
How did this kid do it?
“Crack, crackle…”
Outside, a crowd started aggressively snapping photos with their phones.
“Zhang Fan smashed a metal table to pieces, damn!”
The guy responsible for the live broadcast trembled as he posted pictures and text to the forum.
Suddenly, a wave of shouts erupted.
My God, this is a metal table!
Zhang Fan, this guy, is he even human!