Chapter 515: Chapter 290 Well Done (2nd Update)
Swordsmanship Club’s cute girl Xixi looked at this clearly ill-intentioned young man with trepidation and whispered, “Who, who are you looking for?”
This gesture was quite comical, but in this moment, no one around could let out a laugh.
Everyone was watching the situation unfold at the Swordsmanship Club.
“I am looking for a freshman named… Mu Fan. Have you seen him?”
That elegantly dressed young man asked with a warm expression but a cold gaze, as if his tone was like the wind in spring, yet for Xixi, who faced him directly, it felt as cold as winter snow.
Upon hearing the name “Mu Fan,” Bing Su finally stopped fanning herself, and Mu Fan, who stood with his back to the scene, also straightened his posture slightly.
He had clearly heard the man’s voice.
That voice… Rong Cheng?
“What brings you to the Swordsmanship Club, dear student?” Bing Su then regained her usual commanding presence, now with the air of a confident leader.
When Bing Su stepped forward, the members of the Swordsmanship Club stepped aside to let her pass, given that she was currently the highest authority in charge of recruiting new students.
“Oh, it’s the flower of the Swordsmanship Club, Miss Susu~”
Rong Cheng bowed as a sign of greeting and then, with a smile, said.
“Rong Cheng…” Bing Su’s sharp eyes took in the youth’s appearance and she couldn’t help but speak out, “Why have you suddenly come to the Swordsmanship Club? Youshi Wang should be at the student council right now. Have you come to the wrong place?”
Rong Cheng chuckled lightly, glanced down at his palm, and then raised his head again, “I’ve come to find someone, Mu Fan. He’s join your Swordsmanship Club and is here now. I want to see him.”
“What do you want to see him for, don’t tell me you also want to join the Swordsmanship Club?”
“Of course, I have business, though after meeting him, joining the Swordsmanship Club is not out of the question, cultivating the mind and nature, ha ha ha.” His laughter had a slight touch of madness.
He’s a madman, why has he suddenly come looking for trouble with Mu Fan…
A shadow of concern crossed Bing Su’s mind; Rong Cheng’s arrival was clearly harboring ill intentions.
Youshi Wang, a true elite from a distinguished family, served as the deputy president of the Swordsmanship Club, while Lu Qingxue, the Dingchuan Valkyrie, had declined all other club positions, only retaining the presidency of the Swordsmanship Club.
With one civil and one martial leader supporting the Swordsmanship Club, how could there still be trouble?
“Rong Cheng, this is the Swordsmanship Club. Do you know that this is the club where Senior Sister Lu Qingxue and Deputy President Youshi Wang are both present? You’ve already joined the student council, so how can you act this way!”
Bing Su, now representing the Swordsmanship Club, stood her ground without flinching, and the other dozen or so members of the club spontaneously stood behind her.
Their stance made it clear that they did not welcome Rong Cheng.
“Heh, there’s no need for that. As a fellow Dingchuan student, I’m not here to cause a scene~”
Smiling slightly, Rong Cheng spread his arms with a shrug and then turned to look at the group of onlookers gaping at him.
“Fellow students, I’ll need a bit of your time. I trust you won’t mind.”
The new students looked at him coldly—such characters still existed, especially in a top institution like Dingchuan Academy. This was quite an eye-opener.
In the present situation, speaking up was tantamount to courting death, so naturally, no one uttered a word.
The Fighting Club’s row of tall and sturdy upperclassmen couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Today, Young Master Rong is going to teach these people a lesson.”
“Where the hell is that kid? Total coward.”
Their conversation was overheard by someone else who twisted their neck and commented, “With the situation as it is, anyone daring to step forward would be gone.”
“Heh heh, unless they’ve got screws loose in their heads.”
The attention of the upperclassmen from the Fighting Club and the watchful new students was focused on the Swordsmanship Club’s recruitment area at that moment.
Mu Fan stood there, unmoved, but unheard by anyone, he quietly posed a question, transmitted from his jawbone to his ear.
“Black, when this kind of conflict arises, is there a violation of school rules?”
“There is, but the discretion is very lenient. In the history of Dingchuan, very few students have been punished for this, unless it’s particularly malicious. So what you need to do is take down that poser! Lord Black, if I had hands and feet, I would have gone up myself! There would be no need for Mu Fan to make a move!”
Seizing the opportunity, Black demonstrated his loyalty for free, after all, as an Intelligent Life, integrity and face were neither here nor there for it.
Mu Fan automatically filtered out the latter part of what was said and looked down at the wound near his shoulder, still healing.
Estimating that his left arm likely couldn’t exert much force, and healing would take at least three days—today was just the second.
But, it didn’t matter anymore…
His fingers splayed out like an eagle’s claws, he gave a light toss.
The spinning short stick traced a perfect arc in the air, catching the gaze of everyone present, then with a clack, it landed precisely in the weapon rack slot.
Then Mu Fan, dressed in his black Swordsman’s clothes, turned around slowly, the smile he had shown earlier when sparring with other freshmen gone, replaced by a calm indifference.
“I’m right here.”
His voice was not loud, yet it instantly drew everyone’s attention.
Rong Cheng, with his back to the members of the Swordsmanship Club, raised his eyebrows slightly and a cold smile formed on his lips.
Kid, I’ve finally found you.
…
Meanwhile, Lu Qingxue, who was currently at the Blue Capital Star Swordsmanship Association exchanging views with a group of robust Sword Dao practitioners, sat on the side in a simple white dress.
Her gaze, cool as water, swept over the Martial Artists in the middle of a swordsmanship contest, when all of a sudden, her Sky Communication device started ringing urgently.
Lu Qingxue, seeing who the call was from, stood up and walked to a corner to answer.
“Senior Sister Qingxue, Rong Cheng from the student council is causing trouble at our club’s recruitment booth,” came Bing Su’s voice, urgent, clearly out of her depth with this situation.
What was Mu Fan thinking? Everyone was here blocking for you, and instead of hiding, you actually stood up! Taking advantage of the distraction focused on Mu Fan, Bing Su quickly pulled Xi Xi aside to run off to one side.
Assistance must be sought, this situation must be resolved by the one with the highest Combat Power. Bing Su looked at Mu Fan who was calmly standing there, thinking, Bro, don’t be reckless, wait for the senior council member to speak.
“Why?” asked Lu Qingxue, her three words laden with multiple layers of meaning.
“He came looking for trouble with Mu Fan! He has now brought a bunch of people from the Fighting Club and has surrounded the Swordsmanship Club, preventing others from joining the assessment. A group of second and third-year students insist on participating in our Swordsmanship Club’s recruitment test, and they specifically want Mu Fan to be the one to do it.”
In Bing Su’s eyes, the moment Mu Fan admitted his presence, the situation escalated—a group of freshmen were no different than trembling chicks in front of this intimidating crowd.
The most critical issue was that if this kept up, the reputation of the Swordsmanship Club would be ruined.
The club being messed with on the first day of recruitment, blocked at their door, was unprecedented in the history of the Swordsmanship Club.
“What was Mu Fan’s reaction?” Lu Qingxue asked again.
Bing Su was nearly frantic enough to scratch her own face. Senior sister, what kind of reaction is that?! Someone dares to show up and make trouble at our Swordsmanship Club, and you’re not even worried!
“Mu Fan, he… looks like he’s about to start fighting with them.” This disparity in strength meant the Swordsmanship Club was facing annihilation.
Holding her Sky Communication device, Bing Su quietly wrote down “Youshi Wang” on a piece of paper, then mimed the words to Xi Xi.
Signaling her to quickly contact Youshi Wang, as such matters were best handled by the student council, and if the campus management got involved, it would only escalate the situation.
On the other end of the Sky Communication, Lu Qingxue, upon hearing Bing Su’s words, didn’t show any worry; in fact, her long lashes lifted to reveal a hint of admiration.
For a Valkyrie like Lu Qingxue, whose Sword Heart Clarity meant never hiding her emotions deliberately, her outward expressions were a reflection of her inner thoughts. When translated into speech, it became this—
“Uh-huh… well done.”
Bing Su, anxiously awaiting a response on the other end, was utterly dumbfounded.