"Haha, not bad, you've got personality. If you ever run into trouble you can't handle, come find me. I, Qiao Yicheng, am willing to be your friend," Qiao Yicheng said warmly and proactively.
He had been surprised when Zhang Fan had kicked Lin Haotian, injuring him with a single whip kick. With Zhang Fan's strength, if he were willing to follow him, he would definitely become a great asset.
However, he also knew that exceptionally talented individuals like Zhang Fan possessed their own pride. Therefore, he didn't directly propose anything but instead subtly hinted at the trouble Zhang Fan would face.
If Zhang Fan couldn't resolve it and asked for his help, Zhang Fan would not only owe him a favor but also implicitly strengthen their bond, which would be beneficial for the future development of their relationship.
After all, in today's society, many things couldn't be solved by brute force alone.
One had to admit that Qiao Yicheng, as one of the school bullies of Donghai No. 7 High School, had his own thoughts and methods. But if Zhang Fan knew what he was thinking, he would certainly scoff.
Zhang Fan believed that in this world, no matter where you were, all problems could be solved with fists. If they couldn't be solved, it only meant your fists weren't strong enough.
Of course, Zhang Fan wasn't thinking that deeply. Upon hearing Qiao Yicheng's words, he shook his head and smiled, "I doubt there's any trouble I can't handle here at Donghai No. 7 High School."
Qiao Yicheng was a little taken aback, finding Zhang Fan overly arrogant. This kind of reckless thinking made Qiao Yicheng look down on him. After all, in modern society, fighting was ultimately a third-rate method. No matter how good you were at fighting, could you withstand bullets?
Not to mention the army that guarded the country, with its high-killing-power modern weaponry. No matter how strong you were, you were nothing more than an ant in the face of it all.
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The game that began with Liu Yufei's revenge ended with Zhang Fan's overwhelming victory. After chatting with Qiao Yicheng for a bit, Zhang Fan felt a lack of interest and went downstairs with Zhuo Tairan and Qiao Ruxin.
"Zhang Fan, I want to follow you," Lin Haotian, who had been standing quietly to the side after being kicked away by Zhang Fan, suddenly blocked Zhang Fan's path and said directly.
Lin Haotian's words surprised everyone on the rooftop. Although Lin Haotian had been defeated by Zhang Fan in one move just now, his strength was undeniable.
As the number one strongman of Donghai No. 7 High School, or perhaps formerly the number one strongman, he could single-handedly take on a group of sports students. He had been courted by various factions within the school, but he had firmly rejected all of them. The reason was simple: he felt no one at Donghai No. 7 High School was worthy of his allegiance.
Yet now, Lin Haotian was voluntarily offering to follow someone, which surprised everyone and made them look at Zhang Fan with envy.
Zhang Fan's strength was indeed immense, but having such a capable subordinate would be a matter of great prestige. In school, many things could be handled by this subordinate for him.
"Why do you want to follow me?" Zhang Fan asked, staring with interest at the dark and sturdy young man before him.
"Because you are strong, and you are worthy of being my boss," Lin Haotian said firmly.
"But you are too weak. It would be embarrassing to bring you out as my subordinate, so I think we should forget it." Zhang Fan shook his head. Although Lin Haotian had great strength, he could at best barely rival a martial artist at the minor success stage of inner energy. Compared to Zhang Fan's other subordinate, Baldy Qiang, he was indeed too weak.
"Too weak?" Everyone looked at the dark and sturdy young man, feeling Zhang Fan's subtle mockery. If Lin Haotian was considered too weak, what were they?
Chickens? Or worse than chickens?
Although everyone felt mocked, no one could refute it because the facts told them Zhang Fan was not wrong.
Perhaps for them, Lin Haotian was a formidable fighter who could take on a group, but for Zhang Fan, Lin Haotian was a weakling who, despite his best efforts, couldn't move Zhang Fan even a bit and couldn't withstand a single move from him.
Lin Haotian's heart ached when he heard this. Zhang Fan was the first person to tell him he was too weak in so many years. Even some of the true underworld bosses outside the school rarely dared to say that to him.
A spirit of defiance rose within him. He raised his head, about to retort to Zhang Fan, when he saw Zhang Fan's pair of dark pupils. His heart trembled. In those endless dark pupils, he seemed to see countless stars, which made him feel an immense pressure, like facing a towering mountain, making it impossible for him to muster any resistance.
Lin Haotian painfully averted his gaze, feeling a sense of relief. He was inwardly horrified. The moment he met Zhang Fan's eyes, he had the illusion of an ant looking up at a divine dragon, as if Zhang Fan could kill him with a single glance if he wished. This feeling was something he had never experienced even with the strongest person he had ever met, a congenital grandmaster who was a legend in martial arts.
Although many ordinary people didn't know what a congenital grandmaster meant, Lin Haotian did, as he had once had the fortune to accompany an elder to a martial arts tournament.
At that martial arts tournament, Lin Haotian learned that humans could be this powerful.
Martial artists who had cultivated inner energy could easily shatter iron and break stones, while martial arts masters who had cultivated true energy could dodge bullets with their reflexes, and even use their weapons to shoot down incoming bullets!
However, these were not what shocked Lin Haotian the most.
After all, scenes like dodging bullets and shooting them down were often seen in exaggerated gunfight movies. At the entire martial arts tournament, the most shocking person to Lin Haotian was an old man.
That old man appeared to be eighty or ninety years old, with white hair and a ruddy complexion, exuding an immortal demeanor. At the martial arts tournament, the arrogant and powerful martial artists behaved with respect and obedience towards the white-haired old man, which made Lin Haotian curious. It wasn't until a later scene that Lin Haotian finally understood why they were like that.
The white-haired old man could condense an invisible barrier of true energy on his body, and this invisible barrier was impenetrable even by dozens of men in black carrying handguns. Witnessing this shocking scene, Lin Haotian's worldview was completely subverted. Upon inquiry, he learned that the old man was a congenital grandmaster, comparable to a legend in martial arts.
From that moment on, Lin Haotian set a goal different from ordinary people: to become a congenital grandmaster.
ps: The third update is here!