Urban Super Medical Sage
Chapter 144 - 144 137 Overestimating Oneself

144: Chapter 137: Overestimating Oneself 144: Chapter 137: Overestimating Oneself “Little Qing, don’t say anything else, maybe it’s a good thing that they left the club.

At least, those who stayed, they can share hardships with us, even though there aren’t many!” Xiao Wanyun comforted Lan Qing.

“Sister Wanyun, including the two of us, only seven people are left!” Looking back, Lan Qing said with a bitter voice, “Zhang Yang, Song Ziqian, Wei Juan, Liu Siming, Xu Ting…

Sister Wanyun, and me…”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s much better than I expected.

I thought they would all leave the club!” Xiao Wanyun managed a smile.

Although it was a forced smile, it was still admirable.

At least, she wasn’t wallowing in self-pity, sighing in despair, or utterly defeated.

“President, we will share life and death with the Hongyun Martial Arts Club!!!

At worst, we just end up in the hospital for a few months!

They wouldn’t dare to really kill someone!” said a boy from behind, wearing a baseball cap.

His voice wasn’t loud but was filled with determination.

He was Zhang Yang, just nineteen years old, a freshman this year.

He was actually just an ordinary person before joining the Hongyun Martial Arts Club.

Not to mention martial arts cultivation, he hadn’t even learned Taekwondo or Boxing before.

Not long after starting at Chengfeng University, he was falsely accused of stealing money and got into a fight with a wealthy and powerful student in his class.

Having suffered a setback, the wealthy and influential student gathered a group of thugs to corner Zhang Yang at the school gate the next day.

Alone against six thugs, the outcome was predictable – he was beaten to a bloody pulp, a terrible sight to behold.

But throughout it all, Zhang Yang never submitted, never kneeled, never begged for mercy.

He was stubborn to the core.

That day, Xiao Wanyun and Lan Qing happened to pass by and saved him.

After that, Zhang Yang naturally joined the Hongyun Martial Arts Club.

He was a man of few words and hadn’t been in the club for long.

Usually an overlooked member, he trained with a deadly seriousness.

To be honest, both Xiao Wanyun and Lan Qing were surprised that Zhang Yang chose to stay because he had joined the Hongyun Martial Arts Club only recently, while many of the members who left had been part of the club for much longer.

“That’s right, President, Sister Qing, at worst we just take a beating!!!” Encouraged by Zhang Yang’s firm stance, Song Ziqian, Liu Siming, and a few others also nodded vigorously.

“Thank you!” Xiao Wanyun was somewhat moved.

Sometimes, when looking at problems, one can’t always see from just one side.

Like now, if she focused only on the more than ten members who had left, she would understand the impact of such a blow.

But seeing the determination in Zhang Yang, Song Ziqian, and the others brought her much consolation.

In the distance.

Among the onlooking students, a student dressed in a gray robe, white trousers, with disheveled long hair, and a purple-red long stick about one meter in length strapped to his waist suddenly muttered to himself, “Xiao Wanyun has a truly admirable temperament; it’s a pity she’s not a Martial Cultivator…

Not a Martial Cultivator and yet today, escape seems inevitable!

Even if that Su Chen appeared, it would be very difficult!”

This person was Zheng Bu, known as ‘Sloppy Stick’, he was third on Chengfeng University’s Martial Arts ranking.

“Zheng Bu, what?

Want to play the hero and save the beauty?” As Zheng Bu murmured, a tall, fat boy in a school uniform standing next to him, also hiding among the onlookers, snickered.

This pudgy boy, unremarkable in appearance to the extent that no one would think he was a master, was actually Wan Jun!!!

Wan Jun was the second-ranked figure on Chengfeng University’s Martial Arts ranking list, even more mysterious than Zheng Bu.

So mysterious that not a single student there recognized him as he stood among them.

“Not interested, I’m only interested in martial arts cultivation!” Zheng Bu shook his head, “You should know why I came to Chengfeng University to study…”

“Those ten spots?” A flash of sharpness suddenly passed over the chubby face of Wan Jun, then he shook his head with a heavy look in his eyes, “Getting one of those ten spots isn’t easy.

You should know that the Martial Arts ranking list of Chengfeng University is actually just the surface.

When Taixuan Academy starts recruiting, if even one spot goes to someone from Chengfeng University’s Martial Arts ranking list, that would be quite impressive!”

“Outsiders?” Zheng Bu frowned, “Those outsiders really are a big problem.”

“Who’s to say they’re not?

Every time Taixuan Academy is about to recruit, those outsiders parachute into Chengfeng University for various reasons about ten days in advance!” Wan Jun spoke with a mix of helplessness and resentment, “Although those outsiders are indeed shameless, their strength…”

“Do you know their strength?” Zheng Bu’s eyes lit up.

He didn’t know much about these outsiders, and it seemed that Wan Jun was more familiar with these secrets.

At this moment, if he could learn something about them, it was what he desired.

“Exactly what strength they have, I will not tell you, but I can clearly tell you that during the last enrollment of Taixuan Academy, Chengfeng University was visited by twenty-seven outsiders.

Among these twenty-seven outsiders, any one of them was a Martial Cultivator, and any one of them could defeat the top three of Chengfeng University’s Martial Arts ranking at the time!”

“……” Zheng Bu fell silent, his heart weighed heavily, extremely so.

Taixuan Academy enrolled students only once every three years, and they as students might only have one chance in their lifetime to compete for a spot.

Unfortunately, even that chance was incredibly slim.

While Zheng Bu and Wan Jun were deep in thought, suddenly…

in the arena, Xiaao Yi sneered and shouted, “Xiaao Wanyun, that turtle still hasn’t shown up until now; I’m getting impatient waiting, so…”

Xiaao Yi paused, his gaze swept past Xiaao Wanyun and landed on Lan Qing, “Slut, you’re so full of guts and courage, then step out for a fight!!!”

What?

As soon as Xiaao Yi said this, everyone fell silent, their expressions changing repeatedly.

While no one dared to say anything, there was a hint of anger in their hearts.

Xiaao Yi was ranked seventh on the Martial Arts Chart!

Even if he was picking a fight, should he be picking on Lan Qing?

Lan Qing had no real strength; she had only practiced Taekwondo and ordinary Boxing, and being a girl herself, compared to Xiaao Yi, Lan Qing was like an ant!

“Xiaao Yi, have you no shame?

If you want a fight, I’ll take you on!” Xiaao Wanyun’s pretty face was full of fury.

She was stunned by Xiaao Yi’s shamelessness.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, staring intently at Xiaao Yi, her beautiful eyes ablaze with anger and battle intent.

“Heh, Beauty Xiaao, Brother Yi has already picked little sister Lan Qing.

As for you, let me test your strength!” As soon as Xiaao Wanyun finished speaking, a tall boy about 1.85 meters tall with thick eyebrows and a square face, who stood beside Xiaao Yi, stepped forward, speaking with amusement in his voice.

It was Song Qi!

Song Qi, ranked sixteenth on the Martial Arts Chart.

The next second, as soon as Song Qi’s voice fell, no one expected that he would suddenly make a move.

Yes, he struck first, and it even felt a bit like a sneak attack…

completely unexpected.

Whoosh…

Despite Song Qi’s towering frame, he moved with incredible agility, taking swift strides forward as if a cheetah stalking its prey.

The wind roared as he surged towards Xiaao Wanyun, and en route, he raised the dagger in his hand without any hint of mercy.

Xiaao Wanyun’s face drained of color.

She was far too inferior to Song Qi in terms of strength, and with Song Qi’s attack being so rapid and fierce, he was already in front of her in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, it was too late to retreat or dodge; she had no choice but to face the attack head-on.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaao Wanyun, well aware that she couldn’t match him, still bit her red lips and exerted all her strength, smashing forward.

She aimed to hit the wrist of the hand that held the dagger.

In all fairness, her punch was quite good; the force, angle, and all were proper—resembling that of a professional boxer and something not easily done by an ordinary adult male.

Unfortunately…

she was facing Song Qi.

“Hmph, overestimating yourself!” Song Qi chuckled coldly, his wrist flicking effortlessly to switch his line of attack.

What?

Xiaao Wanyun’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach!!!

With Song Qi changing his attack trajectory, unless she also changed hers, she would not be able to stop him.

But at that moment, where did she have the time or the opportunity to change her attack trajectory?