Han Jing and Liu Xiaoxiao sat together, whispering about something.
Upon suddenly seeing Su Yang, both of them froze.
Right in front of them, Zhang Tai was equally caught off guard.
It had to be said that Zhang Tai recovered quite quickly; in just a single day, the bandages were already gone.
The exposed skin, however, was still bruised black and blue, making him look rather like a spotted pig.
Seeing Su Yang, Zhang Tai's gaze turned somewhat sinister.
Taking two beauties out of the city was the kind of good fortune that should never have fallen to him.
Who could have expected—heaven had mercy—that Li Tianpao would be beaten into the hospital by Su Yang.
Seizing the opportunity, he had taken all his savings to hire a team of Martial Artists for escort duty, thereby taking Li Tianpao's place.
Seeing Su Yang at this moment, he could not help feeling a bit apprehensive, but then, as if remembering something, a sneer curled the corner of his mouth.
"Well, well, who do we have here?"
"Isn't this our newly minted school team genius, student Su Yang?"
"What's this? Planning to head to Sector 31 for a solo run?"
"Or can you no longer hack it on the school team, so you're looking for a rat hole to crawl into?"
As soon as Zhang Tai's sarcastic tone rang out, it instantly drew loud laughter from his seatmate.
Su Yang recognized that person; it was another martial arts examinee from their class named Cha Xin, who usually liked to tag along behind Zhang Tai.
"Is your dad that funny?"
Su Yang suddenly spoke up.
Cha Xin instinctively nodded.
"Of course he's funny."
Zhang Tai gave him an annoyed nudge.
"He's insulting you, idiot."
Realizing what had happened, Cha Xin flushed with anger, jumped to his feet, and rushed straight toward Su Yang.
After taking only two steps, he abruptly stopped dead in his tracks.
For the Martial Artist sitting at the very front had suddenly stood up.
The powerful aura of a Second-Tier Peak instantly suppressed everyone present.
The Martial Artists who had moments ago been ready to watch the show lowered their heads.
"No trouble on the shuttle bus,"
"If you've got that much energy, go kill a couple more monster beasts outside the city."
"That's what real skill looks like."
As his words fell, that oppressive aura gradually dissipated.
Cha Xin swallowed hard with great difficulty. Was this what a Martial Artist could do?
Utterly terrifying.
When that aura had enveloped his body, he felt as though he couldn't move a single muscle, and even breathing became a struggle.
At that moment, he truly thought he was going to die.
With the aura gone, he only dared to glare fiercely at Su Yang a couple of times before slinking back to his seat.
"Su Yang, are you stalking me?"
Cha Xin had backed down, but Han Jing's expression only grew colder.
As expected, this guy was just playing hard to get; seeing that tactic fail to work, he had started a new routine.
Simply despicable.
"Exactly, you're definitely stalking Jingjing. Su Yang, do you have any shame left at all?"
"With just your 81 blood-qi value, you actually expect Jingjing to fancy you? Keep dreaming!"
As soon as Liu Xiaoxiao finished speaking, Su Yang remained unfazed, but the other Martial Artists began casting knowing, mocking glances his way.
Only 81 points of blood-qi?
That was merely the level of an ordinary adult. Once out in the Trial Area, someone like that was practically fodder for monster beasts.
The escorting Martial Artist frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but his gaze suddenly fixed on Su Yang.
No, this was definitely not an 81 blood-qi value. Although the young man was completely relaxed, preventing him from sensing a specific realm,
the occasional wisps of blood-qi leaking out made it entirely certain that the other party possessed far more than just that little bit.
Still, out of kindness, he offered a warning.
"If your blood-qi really is only 81 points,"
"I'd advise you not to enter the Trial Area."
"You'll lose your little life in there."
Su Yang smiled at the Martial Artist without offering any explanation, simply replying calmly: "I want to see for myself."
Hearing this, the Martial Artist turned back around and closed his eyes to rest once more.
Kind words cannot save a damn fool.
Ultimately, the matter had nothing to do with him.
Su Yang's gaze swept past Liu Xiaoxiao and landed on Han Jing.
"Having the same destination means I'm stalking you?"
"By that logic, aren't all the Martial Artists on this bus stalking you?"
"You really think rather highly of yourself."
Su Yang's words startled Han Jing, and anger immediately rushed to her face.
"Su Yang, you're shameless."
"If you've got the guts, follow me into the Trial Area."
"Just make sure you leave a will behind, so my dad won't come after me for failing to keep an eye on you."
With that, Han Jing jerked her head away and refused to pay Su Yang any more attention.
Su Yang was quite content with the peace and quiet; he found a seat of his own, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.
The interior of the carriage had not been quiet for long when it suddenly grew restless once more.
Su Yang opened his eyes slightly to see a group of people boarding the vehicle.
Walking at the very front were three young men around his age.
Their demeanor was arrogant, making no effort to conceal the sharp, fierce auras radiating from them.
As the group boarded, the Martial Artists inside the carriage could not help whispering among themselves.
"Martial Artists? These guys are so young and yet they're all Martial Artists?"
"Where are these geniuses from? So strong. I've never seen so many young Martial Artists all at once."
"You don't even know them? The one leading is Mo Rufeng, the young master of the Mo Family, who broke through to the Martial Artist realm half a year ago."
"Wait, look closely at the girl following behind them, is she——"
"Shh, keep your voice down. As if you're the only one who knows?"
......
Zhang Tai and his companions likewise stared at Mo Rufeng and the others with undisguised adoration; people like these were true geniuses.
Being able to ride in the same vehicle as such geniuses would be a massive bragging right for him in the future.
Han Jing and Liu Xiaoxiao had long since forgotten the unpleasantness Su Yang had caused them just moments ago.
Their eyes filled with admiration as they continuously shot flirtatious glances toward Mo Rufeng......
Unfortunately, after boarding, Mo Rufeng looked straight ahead without paying them any mind, walking directly to the middle section and coming to a halt.
"Mind clearing a seat? There are five of us."
The row of seats there was already occupied by two people.
Hearing this, the Martial Artist immediately stood up.
"Of course, Young Master Mo."
With that, he scurried straight toward the back without the slightest trace of dissatisfaction.
Mo Rufeng! One of the two major families in Suicheng, standing shoulder-to-shoulder on equal footing with the other major family, the Lin Family.
After the first three sat down, Su Yang finally caught a clear look at the two girls in the back.
The first glance left him stunned.
Lou Xueer?
She was actually heading out of the city with members of the Zenith Class.
Behind Lou Xueer stood a girl who was breathtakingly gorgeous, compounded by the aura of absolute unapproachability radiating from her.
A single word popped straight into Su Yang's mind.
"Ice Goddess."
Chiseled lips, a delicate nose, brows like painted distant mountains, skin smooth as jade, and long hair tied back loosely to reveal a stretch of snow-white neck.
Her combat uniform was slightly fitted, accentuating a flawless figure.
Su Yang racked his brain through every female celebrity he knew from his past life, and only the "Fairy Sister" could compare even slightly.
"Ziyin, let's sit here."
Lou Xueer pointed to a pair of seats and said to the girl behind her.
Lin Ziyin nodded and took her seat inside.
With their entry, the atmosphere in the carriage quieted down noticeably.
Even conversations were reduced to murmurs.
Since Su Yang was seated near the back, Lou Xueer hadn't noticed him, and he naturally had no intention of stepping forward to greet her.
He merely sighed inwardly: the Zenith Class truly lived up to its reputation. Putting everything else aside,
just that legendary Lin Ziyin—
the chilling aura she naturally carried around her was hardly any weaker than that of the escorting Martial Artist.
Which meant she had at least broken through to the Second-Tier.
Compared to that, his own meager achievements were really nothing to be proud of.
"Still, the river flows east today, but it may flow west tomorrow."
"Once I enter the Trial Area, as long as there are enough monster beasts, advancing my tier will be child's play."
Su Yang secretly pumped himself up.