Chapter 522: Overestimating Oneself
"You seem pretty miserable."
In Wang Sicong’s ears, this was not a greeting but a mockery, a particularly sarcastic one!
His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, gasping heavily.
Looking at him... he resembled a bull in heat...
Meng Nan and Li noticed the tense atmosphere and glanced over. Meng Nan lowered his voice and said, "Gentlemen, why not settle your issues at the table? Using fists hurts feelings, drinking is quite manly. What grudge can’t be solved with a few drinks?"
Not mentioning drinking would have been better; hearing it reminded Wang Sicong of the humiliation that started that day, all caused by alcohol!
Instantly, Wang Sicong’s anger flared up, he became furious.
He jumped down from the upper bunk, grabbed the cup from the table, and threw it directly at Lin Tian.
The cup still had water in it. Although it was cold, a splash in the summer would feel comfortable, but Lin Tian didn’t want to be soaked. That would seem very embarrassing and lacking in style.
As someone so handsome that even the top school heartthrob was jealous, Lin Tian had to maintain a flashy demeanor.
With one hand, he picked up a book from Meng Nan’s table and waved it, catching all the water. Then, he swung it against the incoming cup.
Keep in mind, Wang Sicong was furious; how could he be polite to Lin Tian?
The cup was thrown with all his might, how strong was that? No way a book could stop it.
But to everyone’s surprise, Lin Tian blocked it, and the cup bounced away, without losing any speed compared to before. It accurately hit Wang Sicong on the forehead.
Thud... crack...
The cup hit Wang Sicong’s forehead with a muffled sound, then fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Bright red blood streamed down from Wang Sicong’s forehead, quickly dripping onto the floor, making him look very disheveled.
The sharp pain in his forehead made Wang Sicong dizzy for two seconds. He touched it and felt a sticky mess. Seeing it up close, it was scarlet and startling!
"Blood..."
Wang Sicong’s face contorted in fury, he roared, then grabbed a chair and swung it directly at Lin Tian.
Bang!
Lin Tian simply moved back a little and dodged it perfectly.
But the chair leg, due to Wang Sicong’s excessive exertion, had broken. Imagine how much force he used.
Wang Sicong had trained in the Ancient Martial Wang Family’s Heart Method for several years, his skills wouldn’t be shabby. An ordinary person probably couldn’t dodge it.
Meng Nan felt cold sweat running down his back, and suddenly stood up... the chair had just narrowly missed his back, barely ten centimeters from his head. If Wang Sicong had been a bit off, his head might have split open!
"Bookworm, stop staring! Get down here and help!" Meng Nan said, abandoning the game in his hand, directly hugging Wang Sicong from behind, controlling both his arms.
Meng Nan’s solid muscles weren’t just for show; when he exerted force, it was terrifying. He tightly held Wang Sicong, refusal to let go despite his struggles.
Wang Sicong’s frail frame was further constricted, compared to Meng Nan’s build, he was merely a skinny stick, no, a toothpick!
Li had already jumped down from the upper bunk, hastily said, "Second brother, why are you still standing there? Run! This kid wants to go all-out against you!"
Lin Tian shrugged indifferently, "I want to see what this guy plans to do. Don’t worry, he isn’t my match."
"Ah!" Wang Sicong screamed hoarsely, veins bulging on his forehead, his face reddened.
"Meng Nan, you fool, let me go! Or else we’re not brothers anymore!" Wang Sicong shouted.
Rather than letting go, Meng Nan felt Wang Sicong struggling and squeezed tighter, "It’s not that I won’t release you, talk it out, why fight?"
Wang Sicong was already in blind fury, nearing madness, growled, "You forced me!"
Feeling Wang Sicong’s unusual demeanor, Lin Tian yelled, "Meng Nan, watch out!"
At the same time, Wang Sicong held a chair with one hand. Meng Nan was hugging his joint area, leaving him one arm free!
The chair lifted high behind him; if it hit Meng Nan’s head, he’d surely bleed!
Li quickly rushed to shield Meng Nan.
But Lin Tian was faster, taking a large step forward to confront Wang Sicong, firmly gripping the chair leg, preventing a bloody incident.
Meng Nan broke out in cold sweat again, knowing that had the chair gone further, he might have been seriously hurt. He cast a grateful look at Lin Tian.
"Lin Tian!" Wang Sicong’s name squeezed out through clenched teeth, sharply piercing to the ear.
Wang Sicong hated Lin Tian deeply; seeing him right in front, his face twisted with malice, then leveraging against Meng Nan, he kicked fiercely out.
This kick aimed at Lin Tian’s crotch. He wanted to crush his eggs, end his bloodline!
Lin Tian smirked coldly; if he could be kicked, he might as well end himself.
Every action of Wang Sicong’s appeared slow to Lin Tian’s eyes, like a slow-motion button pressed. Lin Tian calmly stretched his legs straight, bringing them together.
Wang Sicong felt immense force from his leg, Lin Tian’s legs were like steel clamps, tightly trapping him.
The piercing pain from his leg made Wang Sicong tremble, gritting his teeth to prevent screaming, fearing appearing cowardly and inferior to Lin Tian. He was inherently stubborn.
A second, two seconds, finally by the third, Wang Sicong raised his head, yelling from the intense pain, Lin Tian gradually increasing the pressure.
Such pain was beyond Wang Sicong’s tolerance; continuing might drive him mad, landing him in a mental hospital.
The terror of such crazy pain? It surpassed Wang Sicong’s limits!
Lin Tian timely released his leg, gestured to Meng Nan, "Let him go, he’s out of fight."
Meng Nan nodded and placed the nearly exhausted Wang Sicong on the chair.
Lin Tian stood over Wang Sicong, gazing down at the Wang Family’s young master like a dead dog, frowning, "You knew you couldn’t beat me, why be overconfident?"