"…" The teaching director found himself speechless.
Demon Yan cast a glance at Principal Sun before he walked around the area. Soon, he brought out eight cameras.
When Meng Chao saw that the cameras were in Demon Yan's hands, he said, "It's true that Zuo Haoran is injured, but I don't understand it. I just recovered, and my limbs are weak. How could I have been injured so badly with one punch? Mr. Yan, Mr. Wang, Teaching Director Ma, please take a look at this in front of so many students and answer my questions, okay? Or else … "
"Or else what? Would the school accuse a good person?" The teaching director braced himself. "Mr. Yan, turn it on and take a look!"
Each of the mini cameras had a super clear surveillance screen.
Demon Yan handed the eight cameras to the teaching director and the homeroom teachers of the third years. Wang Longjun also managed to snatch one.
Chu Feixiong and the other students quickly moved behind Wang Longjun and craned their necks to look.
The fight was short. It only lasted around three minutes. Meng Chao was first beaten up so badly that his face was bruised. Then, he pounced on Zuo Haoran. Then, Zuo Haoran coughed up blood and was sent flying.
The normal students could not tell what had happened, but the homeroom teachers fell into deep thought. The teaching director's face gradually turned pale, but Demon Yan's pupils shrank.
He gathered a few cameras and replayed the last scene a few times at different angles. He slowed it down by around five times and replayed it a few times.
Then, he cursed and strode toward Zuo Haoran, who was on the stretcher.
"Tell me, what were you going to use to fight against Meng Chao?" Demon Yan glared at him.
Zuo Haoran's face was stark pale, and he could not say anything for a long time.
"Hurry up and tell me. Even if you don't, I'll find out. But if you don't figure out how you were injured, your treatment will be delayed, and you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" Demon Yan's voice was fierce.
The aura of a ruthless instructor was not something the heavily injured Zuo Haoran could handle. He shuddered and instinctively said, "It's … It's Heart Hammer."
When he said those words, before the students could react, the homeroom teachers sucked in sharp breaths and jumped up.
"You know how to use Heart Hammer?"
"You actually used Heart Hammer when you were sparring? What were you thinking?"
"Ah, Zuo Haoran, y-you're too rash!"
They were shocked and annoyed.
The Dean of Teaching covered his face as if he had already lost.
"Mr. Yan, what's going on? How did Zuo Haoran get injured? We want to know." Chu Feixiong represented all the students in Class 6 and stood up to ask loudly.
Demon Yan cast a glance at Principal Sun. When he saw that the principal did not say anything, he could only tell the truth in the face of the excited students. "Zuo Haoran used a very … powerful killing technique, Heart Hammer, during the fight, but he hasn't mastered it yet, so there's still a limit to how he can execute it. The explosive power gathered in his spine, and at the moment he released it, Meng Chao managed to land a punch on his chest, which triggered the power in the depths of his spine, causing his spine to explode."
"Is it the Heart Hammer that's known as' a string of whips and piercing nails'?"
Once he said this, some of the more knowledgeable students finally remembered it. They could not help but cry out in surprise. "This is a domineering killing technique that's especially used against monsters with thick skin. Its power can pierce through their organs and crush their hearts. Zuo Haoran actually wants to use it on Meng Chao? Isn't he a little too vicious?"
"I see. He reaped what he sowed!"
"Are you saying that Meng Chao was defending himself?"
"Meng Chao didn't injure Zuo Haoran. He injured himself. He shouldn't blame Meng Chao at all!"
Demon Yan handed the eight cameras to the teaching director. "Teaching Director Ma, do you have any objections to my judgment?"
Ma Qingyun's face contorted so much that it looked like a fried dough twist. His expression changed several times before he finally said fiercely, "T-That's because of their private fight. Meng Chao, why did you have to fight with Zuo Haoran in the forest?!"
"Teaching Director Ma, I'll say it again. It's not a private fight. It's an accident when we were sparring. Zuo Haoran also said that he wanted to show me this Heart Hammer. That's why I think that it's better to call this an accident," Meng Chao said calmly.
"Otherwise, it'll be hard to understand why Zuo Haoran and I would have to resort to something as ridiculous as a series of whips, piercing nails, and Heart Hammer when we only have a small conflict between us, and we can resolve it with just a few words." If we really cause a ruckus, it won't be good for me, Zuo Haoran, Class 6, or the school. What do you think? "
The teaching director's expression changed.
The homeroom teachers scowled as well.
It was normal for students to fight, but Meng Chao had used Heart Hammer during the fight, and it was even recorded clearly. If this spread out, it would be hard to control the intensity of the situation.
If things went wrong, Ninth High School's entire image would be damaged.
Even the teaching director himself would be disgraced if he taught such a ruthless nephew who had to suffer the consequences of his own actions. It would be a hindrance to his career.
But if Meng Chao accidentally lost during a sparring session, it would be a different matter.
While the teaching director was still hesitating, Principal Sun, who had been silent all this while, finally spoke.
"Teaching Director Ma, Zuo Haoran is still lying here. Shouldn't we send the child to the hospital first? The other classes are still going through their test. If we cause a ruckus and affect the children's future, it won't be good. "
The shriveled old man spoke weakly. He was missing a few teeth, and when he spoke, he did not have an imposing presence.
But the teaching director looked as if he had been hit with a stick. His arrogance instantly faded away, and he lowered his head. "Yes, Principal Sun."
"Mr. Yan, ask the child what happened to Meng Chao and make a report. By the way, look better. Don't scare the child," Principal Sun said.
"Yes, Principal Sun!" Demon Yan instinctively stood at attention. He looked like a ruthless instructor facing his ruthless instructor.
"That's good. That's good." Principal Sun smiled and returned to his usual dozing mascot form. He placed his hands behind his back and walked out of the grove.
The students released long sighs of relief. By the looks of it, the situation was heading in the direction of an "accident".
But Meng Chao should have hit Zuo Haoran's vitals by accident, right? It was not wrong to say that it was an accident.
Otherwise, how could Meng Chao have solved Heart Hammer? There was no way to explain it!
Under their complicated gazes, Meng Chao was taken away by Demon Yan.
But they did not go to the office or the disciplinary office. They just strolled around the campus.
"How much of your strength did you hold back during the speed and strength test this morning?"
Demon Yan walked in front of Meng Chao at a moderate pace. Suddenly, he asked an unrelated and strange question.
Meng Chao did not intend to hide it. He thought about it. "Twenty to thirty percent?"
Right now, it was twenty to thirty percent. It would be hard to say in a few days.
"Why?"
"It's not a challenge, so I'm not interested."
"Heh, only a Golden Target can pique your interest? Your shooting skills are pretty good. Where did you learn them from? "
"From my dad. He was a sharpshooter in the army. A few days ago, my dad shot a Ghost-eyed Golden Winged Flame Beetle that invaded Blessed Heavenly Garden in the head."
"I see." Demon Yan suddenly stood still and turned his head around. "You did what you did today on purpose."
Meng Chao did not avoid the ruthless instructor's sharp gaze. Instead, he took a huge step forward. "Yes, I did."
"I want an explanation," Demon Yan said.
Meng Chao shrugged. "It was just self-defense."
"Was it self-defense or a preemptive strike?" Demon Yan asked. "If you didn't fish, Zuo Haoran might not have attacked you."
"Am I supposed to entrust my fate to someone else's uncertainty?"
Meng Chao smiled coldly. "Mr. Yan, if there was a fierce monster standing beside you and your family right now, would you carefully determine whether it was hungry or not and whether it would spare you? Or whether it had some sort of trouble? Would you be able to think of a more reliable method to get rid of it if it was a kind monster?
"I'm just a high school student, so I can't take care of everything. I can only dig a hole and fill it with sharp knives. Then, I'll stand behind the hole and see whether it jumps or not. If it doesn't jump, that's fine, but if it insists on jumping, what can I do? I'll have to kneel down and beg it not to jump."
Demon Yan stared at Meng Chao for a long time before he finally said, "Alright, I can accept this explanation. Let me handle the rest of the trouble. Just focus on preparing for the exam!"
Meng Chao sighed in relief and smiled brightly. "Thank you, Mr. Yan. I knew that you were the fairest and kindest teacher in the school."
Demon Yan waved his hand. "Stop flattering me. If you really want to thank me, have you ever thought about getting into the military school?"
Meng Chao shook his head resolutely. "Feixiong wants to be a general who fights with his sword. Please help him. I'll pass."
A sparkle appeared in Demon Yan's eyes. "Why? I don't think you hate war."
Meng Chao had been a harvester for ten years in his previous life, and he had some occupational diseases. He pursed his lips. "Soldiers are too crude. Every single time, they use machine guns, cannons, and tanks to mess up the monsters. Seven out of ten resources are wasted. It's not my style to be so simple and crude."
Demon Yan smiled. "Oh, then what style do you like?"
"Meticulous, precise, and elegant."
Meng Chao recalled it, and he started waving his hands without realizing it. It was as if he was holding an invisible scalpel and a dissection knife. "I like to cut open the monsters' skin, cut through their blood vessels, touch their organs gently, collect every drop of blood, and extract every organ without any damage. Then, I put them in containers filled with all sorts of medicinal liquids." In the end, a monstrous monster is turned into an exquisite work of art. This is the art of harvesting, and I want to become this sort of artist. "
Meng Chao's intoxicated expression made Demon Yan shudder.
'Are all high school students nowadays so crazy?'
"One last question."
Demon Yan took a few more steps forward and asked nonchalantly, "Did you really dream that I died that day?"
Meng Chao was stunned for a while before he remembered that Demon Yan was talking about the day he returned to the past.
"Um, Mr. Yan, dreams are always the opposite. You don't mind this, right?" He scratched his head.
"Heh, I don't mind at all. In fact, I hope that you do."
While Meng Chao was shocked, Demon Yan said, "I was once a member of the Red Dragon Army, a regular army in Dragon City. Even though I'm retired now, I'm still a Red Dragon Army soldier, and I'll be a Red Dragon Army soldier until I die. It's the greatest humiliation for a soldier to die in bed." Since death is inevitable, I hope that I can be buried in a monster's stomach. I want to use my last bone to pierce a monster's heart. This is the best way to die for every Red Dragon Army soldier.
"So, thank you, Meng Chao, for dreaming of my death."
"…"
This time, it was Meng Chao's turn to be speechless.
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