At this moment, the playground was bustling like a market, filled with all sorts of lively discussions.
On stage, the president looked at the scene below with a pleased expression.
This means to attract attention worked really well.
It seems that, regardless of the situation, the martial arts entrance exam this time is going to make Celestial Yang City very prominent.
After all, even if not everyone can endure it, just a few who can will attract great attention.
Moreover, as a Martial Artist, he fully understood what was happening to Lin Ping'an—its impact on those martial arts geniuses with high potential.
Those geniuses are arrogant and, when surpassed by someone with lesser talent, they endure the pain and persist.
Nearby, Lin Ping'an was similarly feeling quite good.
Down below were promising green recruits; if these classmates didn't work hard to cultivate, how could he harvest more Qi Blood to gain faster advancement!
Although they haven't entered the grade yet, and the Qi Blood provided is insufficient, with a bit of stimulation, they would naturally grow strong.
This is one of the reasons why Lin Ping'an chose to take the limelight.
Of course, part of this show was also to hide the abnormal fast cultivation speed he possessed.
Having "Painful Demon Body" as a plausible explanation also reduces a lot of external attention and scrutiny.
In summary, Lin Ping'an scored big time!
Currently, everyone on campus is quite happy and excited.
Except for the unfortunate Zheng Di and Qing Chen.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted at the school gate; a group of angry parents rushed in, shouting loudly.
"Damn! Where is that brat called Lin Ping'an? Get out here!"
"Ahhhh! You dared to hit my son! Lin Ping'an, come out if you have the guts!"
"Where is the principal? Principal, get out here! My son was severely injured at your school, this matter demands an explanation!"
"..."
All at once, the focus of all the students in the playground was drawn to them.
Even the newly acquired cultivation technique was put aside for now.
After all, "Painful Demon Body" can be practiced any time, but the chance to witness such an exciting spectacle live in person was not to be missed.
On the stage, witnessing this, the principal's face changed slightly, looking somewhat grim.
Instantly, he figured out the cause and effect.
Then he angrily glared at a certain class teacher not far away, gritting his teeth and growling.
"Hmph! Zheng Di! I told you to inform about the situation! Is this how you handle it?"
Upon hearing this, the other party remained indifferent, feigning innocence.
Meanwhile, the president of the Celestial Yang Martial Arts Association lightly coughed and then offered assistance with goodwill.
"Lin, do you need me to help handle this?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping'an waved his hand, with a calm expression and a relaxed tone.
"There's no need for such trouble, it's a small matter, I can handle it."
After saying this, he stepped forward towards the microphone.
"I am Lin Ping'an, what do you want from me?"
The sound echoed clearly throughout, everyone heard it distinctly.
Upon hearing this, all the students burst into discussion.
"Wow! Lin Ping'an this guy? Gotta admit! That statement was kind of cool!"
"Hey, what the heck! He's really putting on airs!"
"Damn! The act he's putting on, nobody does it better!"
"..."
For the parents, these words were like poking a hornet's nest.
Instantly, they charged forward, not forgetting to angrily point and cuss.
"Rascal! Are you the bastard who injured my son? Get down here!"
"Vicious guy! My son is so kind, how dare you harm him?"
"I'll sue you, throw you into jail! Young as you are, such a harsh act, who knows what you'll become when grown?"
"..."
All sorts of foul language spewed from their mouths.
Perhaps because of their numbers, these parents' momentum rose quickly, ignoring all else.
Lin Ping'an, on the other hand, remained unfazed, coldly scanning them, suddenly reprimanding them.
"Presumptuous!"
Instantly, his indifferent and ruthless demeanor, matched by icy-cold words, shocked all the parents to stupor.
For a moment, the noisy chaos turned deathly silent, the parents felt a chill in their hearts, as though weighed down by stones.
The words stuck in their mouths, yet dared not be uttered aloud.
Not far behind, the president's eyes brightened.
"Is this... Martial Arts Pressure? Interesting... a genius... truly a genius... able to grasp this application at First Grade Early Stage."
However, speaking of this, he recalled Lin Ping'an's real situation.
Therefore, excitement gradually turned to a sigh of regret.
"So unfortunate... truly unfortunate... alas..."
Ahead, though Lin Ping'an heard the president muttering, he paid no heed.
Facing the microphone, he calmly and coolly narrated the facts bit by bit.
"I, Lin Ping'an, a Martial Arts Association-certified First Grade Martial Artist, encountered a few who insulted my parents with provocations. Not killing them on the spot was already merciful."
"This matter has irrefutable evidence, witnessed by the principal and all class teachers."
"In light of this, do you still intend to persist endlessly?"
"If necessary, I don't mind striking harshly again to uphold martial arts dignity; whether it's life or death lies with fate."
His words left the parents shocked, shivering with anger.
Listen... is this even human speech?
Not killing them on the spot was already considerable mercy.
Arrogant!
Truly too arrogant!
Yet despite this, Lin Ping'an's words were not false, aligning with the facts.
Angry!
Simply infuriating!
The parents' eyes were red, but after some thought, didn't dare to curse aloud.
After all, for some unknown reason, they sensed real trouble might arise if they did.
Ordinary folks have certainly heard about matters concerning Martial Artists.
Just like in ancient times, common people don't fight against officials, in this world there's a saying about ordinary people not confronting Martial Artists.
With immense power belonging to one person, countless instances of families ruined after offending Martial Artists.
If not for the current times where the Martial Arts Association imposes restraint, these ordinary people wouldn't even dare come to question Lin Ping'an.
Because such actions are no different than courting death.
For a moment, the parents stood there, caught between advancing or retreating.
If they progressed forward, it was seeking death.
If they left, they lost face.
On stage, the principal stepped forward, speaking pleasantly.
"Ahem... What Lin Ping'an said earlier is indeed true, dear parents, this matter is your mistake."
"Rather than arguing, why not let me arrange for someone to take you to see your children's condition now."
As he spoke, he named a teacher and asked them to escort the parents away.
The parents exchanged glances, begrudgingly following along.
This is how the world is, unable to resist, they have to accept.
After all, the children are not dead, so it's best to first check on their injuries.