Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Broken Words (Part 2)

The entire gymnasium was watching, observing the grand scene of the Spiritual Academy's combat class.

With swords raised high, they slashed and fought with each other.

The students from the Physical Education Department were standing by, providing free commentary, each one acting like an expert.

"Tsk, look, this guy’s combat skills are good, but the girl he’s fighting is average—if they’re still fighting this long, it must be because this guy’s holding back," a graduate student from the sports department commented seriously.

"Hey, hey, hey, this girl’s not bad! Look at that shoulder throw—so clean and efficient!"

"She’s going down! Headshot!"

An Xueru, who had been thrown with a shoulder throw and hit in the head: "…"

Please shut up!

Ming Yue pushed hard with her shoulder, firmly pressing against An Xueru’s chest, preventing her from getting up despite her struggling with all her strength. She was forced to stay on the ground, angrily shouting:

"What kind of hero do you think you are?"

"We’re doing combat! You’re just throwing me around!"

"Where’s your sword!"

Strange.

Shouldn’t the shoulder throw be closer to real combat than a sword fight?

Ming Yue absentmindedly thought.

"Are you sure you want to keep playing with the weapons?"

With her incredible strength, Ming Yue pressed An Xueru down with just her left hand, while her right hand, quite gentlemanly, brushed An Xueru's hair behind her ear.

"Shoulder throws don’t cause injuries, my friend."

An Xueru: "…"

An Xueru felt Ming Yue's cold fingertips move up to her left ear, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She couldn’t control it; her eyes followed that hand’s movement, almost becoming cross-eyed.But a shoulder throw is so embarrassing!

An Xueru, the isolated roommate in Room 405, was filled with frustration.

Lying on the gym's smooth wooden floor, she felt the gaze of the hundreds of people around her like knives and swords, piercing into her, carrying a heavy sense of humiliation that was more painful than a flesh wound.

An Xueru was unwilling.

An Xueru wanted to fight back.

So, taking advantage of the moment when Ming Yue's right hand loosened its grip on her cheek, An Xueru exploded with force. She struggled to free her right hand, aiming to grab Ming Yue’s left hand, twist the situation around, and lock Ming Yue’s arm to throw her down!

However—

Ming Yue’s eyes were sharp, and her hands quicker.

She saw through An Xueru’s little scheme at a glance. Kneeling on the floor, she stepped on An Xueru’s leg, taking advantage of the pain to loosen her hold. With both hands, she forced An Xueru over, twisting her arms behind her and pinning her to the floor.

Bang!

An Xueru’s face slammed into the wooden floor with a muffled thud.

An Xueru: "…"

She felt like a fish pinned to a chopping board, unable to see the butcher's face.

The surrounding students turned their faces away, unable to watch.

Ming Yue knelt with one knee on the floor, tilting her head: “How about now?”

An Xueru, with her face squished and cheeks puffed up, gritted through clenched teeth: “I’m not satisfied!”

Ming Yue: “= =”

Ming Yue lifted An Xueru's arm higher, the muscles tightening in reverse. An Xueru let out a screeching cry of pain:

“It hurts!”

Ming Yue: “What about now?”

Her tone sounded as if she were trying on clothes at Uniqlo.Not far away, the class leader, Bai, who had been secretly watching and was afraid that the two would get out of hand, nearly had a heart attack.

Heavens, this is it!

Under the same roof, I no longer need to worry about Ming Yue, this clumsy girl, being bullied.

I should be worried about An Xueru getting beaten to death.

An Xueru: … Waaaah.

Usually, the elegantly dressed and cold-faced Miss An Xueru, who looked noble and refined, wasn’t bad at fighting.

But, she couldn’t compete with someone from the same dorm.

The comparison was like night and day.

Ming Yue let go of her after An Xueru cried out in pain.

Now, both of them stood up, in front of everyone, ready to fight.

An Xueru’s long knife gleamed with a silver shine, looking like a fine weapon.

Ming Yue nodded inwardly.

“Let’s get this started!”

The students around cheered, enjoying the spectacle.

The students in the other group, who were already fighting, felt a great deal of pressure.

An Xueru adjusted her expression, and with a cold demeanor, said: “State your name, opponent.”

Ming Yue switched the steel fork from her left hand to her right, swung it twice, and then, in the manner of ancient drama, clasped her fists together. In a voice like thunder, she said:

“Fork spear, weighing twelve pounds and three ounces.”

“Serving the Ming family for many years, with a powerful presence.”

“Please.” She made a gesture to invite her to continue.

An Xueru: “… = =.”

An Xueru: “Who asked you what your fork’s name was?”Ming Yue immediately retorted, "Do you not know my name? Are you messing with me?"

An Xueru: "……"

An Xueru realized that her roommate’s ability to make indirect jabs had skyrocketed.

So, she fell silent. Both of them lunged forward at the same time and began to fight.

Slash!

Collision!

Sweep!

The sound of the steel fork and the fine steel knife colliding was especially crisp.

Many of the students who had finished their fights turned their attention to watch.

Honestly, An Xueru’s martial skills were quite good. The difference in her technique when wielding the knife was like an entirely different level.

Anyone with sharp eyes could tell.

But the fighting skills of the opponent, Ming Yue, were absolutely exceptional.

It was hard to say if she slept with the fork in her arms every night. The level of coordination and expertise she displayed was astonishing and even a little terrifying.

Zhang Tao from the Physical Education Department could no longer offer any comments.

He was watching the fight between Ming Yue and An Xueru, utterly captivated.

A student nearby pulled out their phone and nudged him, "Where's your eye for this? Aren't you recording this? Such an exciting fight!"

Another student immediately chimed in, "Yeah! I think it's even better than the fight scenes in Hong Kong movies!"

"Hahaha! I just want to ask, whose responsibility is it if these floors are broken by knives and forks?"

The conversation sounded loud.

But in reality, An Xueru was subdued very quickly.

Maybe it took a minute.Maybe thirty seconds.

Ming Yue had a slight sheen of sweat on her body. She dodged the opponent's knife blade, then quickly kicked her leg up and struck An Xueru’s wrist with a powerful blow. An Xueru cried out in pain, and the knife immediately flew from her hand.

"You…" An Xueru stared at Ming Yue in disbelief.

Ming Yue withdrew her leg, nodded, and said, "I know how to use my legs, sorry about that." She then placed the four-pronged fork across An Xueru's neck.

"……"

An Xueru immediately fell silent.

The surrounding crowd erupted into applause, and the bystanders burst into loud cheers.

"Beautiful!"

"I love the students from the Spirit Institute!"

"So cool!!! You’re gonna be on the school report again, hahaha!"

"Junior, leave a phone number!!"

Ming Yue immediately turned into a drama queen, puffing out her chest and bowing dramatically to the crowd.

An Xueru: "……"

Someone get this drama queen out of here!

Clearly, in this round, An Xueru had lost.

She had lost both her pride and face.

She sighed, suddenly feeling like there was nothing more to say.

Li Xianzhou, watching from a distance, signaled the students who had finished the first round to step forward for the next challenge.

Then, someone walked up and patted Ming Yue on the shoulder.

Ming Yue turned around.

It was Bai Linlang."Room leader, what do you want?" Ming Yue slightly widened her eyes.

"Please." Bai Linlang drew out her knife and made a gesture to invite her.

Ming Yue: "......"

The surrounding crowd immediately burst into a new round of cheering.

"Wheel fight!"

"Challenge her!"

"Crush her!"

"Beat her up!"

Ming Yue glared at the room leader.

The room leader smiled and signaled for her to step forward.

The Spirit Institute students who had finished their first rounds all ran over to watch the show.

An Xueru cheered for Bai Linlang: "Room leader! Go for it!"

"Beat this cheat!"

Bai Linlang smiled: "Just watch."

Ming Yue tied her hair back to show respect. "Alright, just watch."

Three minutes later—

The knives and forks clashed.

Bai Linlang was drilled by Ming Yue’s offense and defense, and then, with a shoulder throw, slammed to the ground.

Another loud thud.

When her back hit the floor and her body fell backwards, Bai Linlang really felt how cold the gym floor was.

Amid the cheers, Ming Yue squatted down and extended her hand to her. "Does it hurt, Room Leader?"Bai Linlang: "......"

Bai Linlang chuckled: "Try it."

Ming Yue shrugged.

Then, Bai Linlang grabbed her hand, preparing to stand up, but suddenly had a thought. She pulled hard, attempting to bring Ming Yue to the ground, trying to save face.

After all, she couldn't win, but at least she could still make it look like a struggle.

To her surprise, Ming Yue allowed Bai Linlang to pull, but her feet seemed to be glued to the wooden floor, no matter how much Bai Linlang tugged, she couldn’t budge.

Bai Linlang exerted herself, pulling like a hyperactive child: "......"

"Why aren’t you falling?" Room Leader Bai said tiredly.

Ming Yue smiled and helped Bai Linlang up, "My stance is stable."

"You all focus too much on hand techniques."

"If your stance isn’t stable, one sweep and you’ll fall."

"Don’t believe me? Watch."

Then, with a gentle sweep of her leg, Bai Linlang, who had just stood up for less than three seconds, was once again knocked to the ground.

Thud.

Bai Linlang lay sprawled on the floor in a big character, feeling like she had lost all face.

She wanted to strangle her annoying roommate.

The crowd of onlookers erupted in loud laughter, chattering noisily.

Ming Yue slapped her forehead and quickly squatted down: "Sorry, sorry, Room Leader."

"I really didn’t think you’d fall with just one sweep."

This was better left unsaid.

Bai Linlang: "......"

Bai Linlang glared at Ming Yue, imagining killing her with a death stare."I’m not getting up." Room Leader Bai scowled, crossed her arms, and lay on the wooden floor, as if cleaning it for free. "My face is ruined, why should I get up?"

"Unless someone beats you today, I’m not getting up."

"If anyone beats you, I’ll get up right away and shake their hand fiercely."

Ming Yue: "......"

Well, stay lying there, let's see when you'll get up.

Someone patted Ming Yue on the shoulder from behind.

Ming Yue felt impatient.

What is wrong with these people?

Aren’t they afraid of being hit for patting people on the back?

When she turned around, all her words were swallowed back.

It was Jun Weiran.

The "corpse" of Room Leader Bai on the floor let out a sound just on cue:

"Pfft."

"Ming Yue, look, who is this?"

Ming Yue wanted to strangle Room Leader Bai.

Jun Weiran didn’t say anything, only made a gesture to invite her.

Room Leader Bai chimed in again: "I feel like I’ll be able to stand up soon."

Ming Yue: "......"

Ming Yue casually grabbed a sit-up mat from the floor and threw it at Bai Linlang: "You stay lying down."

Gossip incoming!

The students from the Spirit Institute all rubbed their hands together in excitement.Challenged by a crush, I suddenly really wanted to interview Ming Yue to ask how she was feeling right now.

Ming Yue: "No feelings, thanks."

Jun Weiran's knife was unique, with a slight curve, a little old-fashioned, different from the new knives that other students had, with vibrant colors.

"Please," he said in a low voice.

Ming Yue nodded.

From a distance, Jin Yuanbao was watching the excitement while holding his shoulder, ignoring his sprained injury from earlier, and vigorously patting the class leader's shoulder:

"Look, look! Ming Yue and Old Jun!"

Yan Jun sheathed his knife and nodded: "I see."

Jin Yuanbao shouted, "Go Old Jun!" Then he turned to the class leader, "Who do you think will win?"

"I think Old Jun will win."

Yan Jun didn’t say anything. He was watching the two people in the center of the crowd who were sparring with skill.

Win?

He didn’t think Jun Weiran would win.

Yan Jun might have been the person who had seen Ming Yue’s martial skills the most in the entire grade.

Unless Ming Yue threw the match.

But that possibility depended entirely on how Ming Yue handled the situation.

Sure enough, ten minutes later—

Ming Yue's spear was across Jun Weiran’s neck.

Jun Weiran’s expression changed subtly, a mix of tameness and humiliation.

He held off against Ming Yue’s intimidation, sheathing his knife, "I lost."

Ming Yue sighed inwardly. She didn’t waste time with words but nodded and stepped back, "Thank you."Jun Weiran smiled and stepped back.

Lying on the ground, Bai Linlang: "..."

Ming Yue promptly remembered Bai Shizhang, turned around, and said:

"You see, I told you to get up earlier, but you wouldn't."

"Now let's see how you get up."