Chapter 48 Showing Off Superiority Will Lead to Trouble

"Hey, you guys, are you insulting my students?" Lin Fan put down his utensils and tilted his head to look at them.

Anyone can show off superiority, but not in front of me.

Besides, although these thirteen students are idiots now, with such a sacred and great teacher, how could they remain unknown?

"What, do you have a problem?" A teacher sitting opposite Liu Qingfeng said in a very arrogant tone.

Lin Fan glanced at him. He was also at the fifth level of Innate Realm, with a violent aura, apparently having cultivated some technique that easily makes one irritable.

"Teacher Hu, calm down. This new teacher of Class Ding probably doesn't know the rules here yet," Liu Qingfeng said with a faint smile.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, the weak are prey to the strong, and strength is paramount. Especially in Tianfu Academy, the strong have absolute say. Although Class Ding of Tianfu Academy still existed, in the eyes of some teachers, it was as if it didn't exist.

The daily attendance of students was less than half; it was essentially an abandoned class.

The main reason was that the founder proposed not to give up on anyone, no matter how poor their talent, as long as they were willing to walk the path of martial arts, they should be given the best teaching possible.

Now, the current dean of Tianfu Academy still adhered to the founder's words, but no longer placed any importance on it.

"Rules? Hah, I really don't understand. Insulting my students is insulting me. My heart isn't that broad," Lin Fan said with a cold smile.

"Teacher Lin, if you're unconvinced, we can settle it on the academy's arena. Arguing here is useless," Liu Qingfeng said with a smile.

The arena was a place in Tianfu Academy where conflicts were resolved by strength.

Private fights among students were prohibited.

Of course, the main use of the arena was for private fights between teachers and students.

Since the students were divided into four grades—A, B, C, and D—conflicts among teachers had decreased a lot, but they were still common among students.

"Alright, see you on the arena this afternoon. And not just you, but the three of you as well. This afternoon, I'll make you like this table." Lin Fan gently stroked the dining table.

The 'Flower-Touching and Chrysanthemum-Handling Technique' was instantly activated, and his true essence seeped into the table.

Lin Fan stood up and walked out without looking back. This afternoon, he would give his thirteen students their second lesson.

Liu Qingfeng watched Lin Fan leave and snorted disdainfully.

"Alright, just a teacher of Class Ding, yet so arrogant. Let's see if he still dares to wait for us on the arena this afternoon," Liu Qingfeng said.

"Just a clown. A person like him teaching Class Ding will never see improvement."

"Improvement? I doubt it. Not even a ripple will stir. The students of Class Ding are all mediocrities; they can't even reach the Houtian realm. What use are they?"

"Alright, let's drop it. He's ruined our mood. Let's continue our chat."

"Fine."

...

"Crack..."

Just as Liu Qingfeng and the others were about to continue their idle talk, the iron tabletop suddenly split and turned to ashes...

"This..." Liu Qingfeng and the others were stunned, looking at the scene before them in disbelief.

At this moment, Lin Fan walked out of the cafeteria, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Although the name "Flower-Plucking Finger" was not particularly elegant, its destructive power was the strongest among all the techniques Lin Fan had learned so far.

...

In the afternoon.

The thirteen students Lin Fan taught arrived early in the classroom, a stark contrast to their usual behavior. In the past, when they came to the academy, they had been listless, but now each of their faces bore an indomitable fighting spirit.

At this moment, every one of the thirteen students had a bruised and swollen face, as if they had been humiliated. But although it hurt, it only made their spirits higher.

"I went to Class Six of Grade C today. I told that guy, 'Don't bully the young and poor.' I will regain my dignity one day. Although he gave me a good beating, I don't feel any pain. I feel like I've found the confidence I lost long ago," Zhu Di said excitedly.

"Me too. That guy is stronger than me, but I believe that under the teacher's guidance, I will become even stronger," Cao Fushu said, clenching his fists.

"I got beaten too. But when I went home for lunch today, I told my parents that I must work hard. They were very moved by my words and encouraged me to keep at it."

"A teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime. I must work hard and never let Teacher Lin down."

"Alright, everyone, let's cheer up. We must prove ourselves."

...

At this moment, Lin Fan walked into the classroom. Seeing his thirteen students so excited, he was somewhat curious.

"What's gotten into all of you?"

The students exchanged glances, then stood up respectfully. "Teacher, we will work hard. We will never let you down."

Lin Fan was taken aback, then smiled slightly. He was gratified to see such confidence in his students.

But confidence alone was not enough. Talent determined everything. They couldn't even be considered mediocrities; even if they worked a thousand times harder, it would be useless.

It seemed they still needed him. He would use his noble brilliance to lead these lost lambs to the pinnacle of life.

At least for now, Lin Fan was quite confident.

Before he plundered the four great families and the imperial city, he needed to train these guys well. Since he was their teacher, he had to do his best.

"Alright, I'm very gratified that you have such confidence. Now follow me. Today, I'll teach you the second lesson: 'Crushing,'" Lin Fan said.

The thirteen students looked at their teacher, their hearts full of doubt.

Crushing? What was that? What exactly was the teacher going to teach?

Seeing the teacher walk out alone, the thirteen students followed behind him. They were very curious about what the teacher was going to teach them.

At this moment, the training ground was crowded with people.

Students and teachers from all four grades—A, B, C, and D—were gathered there. They were extremely curious about the duel between teachers, as the arena had not been used for a long time.

Birds of a feather flock together. Teachers and students from the four grades associated only with those of the same status. They rarely interacted with students from other grades, so conflicts and duels were infrequent.

Even when they did occur, students settled them privately. As for teachers, they were more mature; if they were outmatched, they naturally wouldn't openly challenge.

This time, they heard that a teacher from the lowly Grade D was actually going to challenge four teachers from Grade B at once. It made them wonder if the Grade D teacher had lost his mind.