Chapter 1 The Wedge Seeking Collection

  "Haha! You bunch of little girls still want to fight? How embarrassing. Hurry up and go back home to be your precious princesses, this isn't a place for you!" A burly man with a thick beard standing on the ring next to the training grounds sneered at Beiming Xue and the others.

  "You're a big man bullying a group of young women and you still have the nerve to say that." Beiming Xue said indignantly.

  "Bully? Haha! Fighting is a man's business, are you going to show mercy to your enemy on the battlefield? Haha! This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" The big Han Zhang Kuang laughed loudly in the arena.

  "You... you..." Bei Ming Xue was so angry that he couldn't say a word for half a day. Just as the burly man with the curly beard was about to speak again, Wang Yu returned after moving the props.

  "Are the elites of the Warrior Department only good at flirting with girls? You want to fight, I'll accompany you in battle!" Wang Yu said coldly.

  Wang Yu, who had just returned from the prop room, overheard their conversation and furiously challenged the whiskered big man on the stage.

  "Huh? You little white face coming out to play hero, let's see how I'll deal with you!" The bearded big man looked very annoyed at Wang Yu's sarcasm.

  Wang Yu walked calmly onto the stage, "How do you want to play?"

  "As long as you can knock me off the stage, then you win." The burly man said impatiently.

  "Is that so?" Wang Yu flashed forward, using the Swimming Dragon Body Technique to appear in front of the Great Han. A straight punch struck the Great Han's face, and a flying kick sent him tumbling out of the arena. It was complicated to explain, but everything happened in an instant. The Great Han, however, seemed completely unbothered, only feeling that he had lost face. He crawled up from the ground and charged at Wang Yu again. A hint of a smile appeared on Wang Yu's lips - since you don't know what's good for you, I won't blame myself. In an instant, Wang Yu shot out 36 sword energies, but these energies almost had no killing power. Each one accurately struck the Great Han's acupoints, yet didn't harm him. The Great Han fell to the ground after being hit, his entire body convulsing as if he had been electrocuted.

  "Who else will come up and play a couple of tricks with me?" Wang Yu's sharp eyes looked at the crowd of warriors.

  "Who's afraid of who? I'll play two tricks with you!" a slightly shorter warrior shouted.

  "Who are you?" Wang Yu looked at the small warrior in front of him with interest.

  "My surname remains unchanged when I travel, and my family name is not altered when I sit. I am Su Shangwu from Youzhou of the Tenglong Empire. Who are you?" The lean warrior reported his own identity.

  "In the lower heavens, there is a king of kings." Wang Yu replied.

  "Fight!" With that, he took the lead and started. Unexpectedly, Wang Yu was already on guard, Su Shangwu's sword came straight at him, aiming for his vitals. Wang Yu dodged to the side, avoiding the sword's edge, but Su Shangwu didn't give up, changing from a thrust to a sweep. Wang Yu opened up his "Swimming Dragon" stance, swinging his body back to avoid this sword, and kicked out with his right foot at Su Shangwu's wrist. For an instant, Su Shangwu and Wang Yu formed a strange pose. This state lasted for only a very short time, when Wang Yu withdrew his right foot, Su Shangwu fell to the ground.

  "You lost." Wang Yu said to Su Shangwu. Turning around and looking at the warriors below the stage, "Is there anyone who still thinks my class is weak? You can come up and prove your strength, come and defeat me."

  For a moment, there was no sound from the audience, while Wang Yuyan stared at Wang Yu with sparkling eyes, extremely excited. A girl next to Wang Yuyan had a reddened face and was also staring at Wang Yu, whispering to Wang Yuyan: "Yuyan, Yuyan, is he your brother? I think he's so handsome! Can you... can you introduce him to me?"

  "What for? He's my brother, why should I introduce him to you? Unless..." Wang Yuyan showed a sly smile.

  "What's wrong? As long as you're willing to introduce me, I'll agree to anything." The lovely girl said impatiently.

  "From now on, you'll listen to me."

  "Is that so simple? Okay, I promise!" The lovely eyebrow first showed a puzzled expression, but was soon attracted by Wang Yu and immediately agreed.

  "Give you one chance! You come together!" Wang Yu said very confidently.

  "Wang Yu, you're too arrogant! Let's go together, brothers, and take him down!" a rough-looking warrior shouted emotionally.

  "Right, let's go together, can't we beat him with so many of us?" Another soldier chimed in.

  "Up!" The warriors below the stage rushed to the stage in a swarm, but the stage area was limited, and even with their numbers, Wang Yu would be squeezed off the stage. With no other choice, Wang Yu reluctantly used his magic, first casting an area-of-effect earth-type spell - Mass Quicksand Technique, instantly trapping nearly half of the people in the quicksand, while the rest continued to charge towards Wang Yu.

  Wang Yu didn't show any signs of insufficient yuan force after releasing the Flowing Sand Technique, instead he immediately released the Flowing Water Technique again. The Flowing Sand and Flowing Water Techniques combined to form a magic similar to quicksand (PS: equivalent to concrete). However, the "quicksand" quickly solidified. Most of the warriors were trapped on the arena.

  Some were lucky enough not to be trapped in the arena, but what awaited them was a baptism by storm. Wang Yu darted around the arena like a specter, leaving behind a trail of anguished cries wherever he passed. When Wang Yu stepped down from the arena, it was left with a scene of soldiers lying scattered and disoriented all over the place. Later on, the instructor of the soldier department found out about this and ordered people to dismantle the arena to rescue the trapped soldiers, but that's another story.

  Wang Yu walked down the stage to the cheers of many beautiful female classmates, while Bei Mingxue and Yue Lianxiao, known as ice mountain beauties, rarely showed a smile.

  "Teacher Bei Ming, I want to talk to you about something."

  "What's wrong?"

  "I want to go to the library and use my reading rights." This matter was carefully considered by Wang Yu, and this battle made Wang Yu aware of his own shortcomings, so Wang Yu decided to enter the library to study.

  "This matter has been approved by the Dean, you can go whenever you want." Beiming Xue thought for a moment before responding.

  On the training ground, Bei Mingxue simply said a few words and then announced the disbandment. Wang Yuyan and a group of girls in the class shouted to go to Longxiang Wine House to celebrate. Under the helpless situation, Wang Yu had no choice but to agree. Anyway, he was going too, and having more people didn't matter.

  A group of people arrived at Longxiang Hotel in a mighty manner. The waiter came to greet them hastily, and Wang Yu asked: "Is there a private room upstairs?"

  "Yes, how many rooms?"

  "We need a big one that can hold all of us." Wang Yu pointed to the group of girls behind him.

  "Ah! Room 1 on the second floor is available! Please go upstairs, sir!" The waiter shouted loudly.

  After entering the private room, the waiter brought over the menu and a group of girls started ordering dishes without hesitation. The table was soon filled with tea. Wang Yu Yan picked up the teacup in front of her and said: "Today we're celebrating Brother Wang Yu defeating a group of warriors who bullied us. Now let's use tea instead of wine to toast our brother, how about it?"

  Wang Yu's words triggered a response from the girls, who raised their tea cups to "toast" Wang Yu. Wang Yu couldn't resist the "attack" of the girls and also drank the tea in front of him. After finishing the tea, the dishes were served, and this meal would cost at least thousands of gold coins. However, for Wang Dashi, this was nothing. Moreover, inviting a group of beauties to dinner, I'm sure the rich second-generation students in the college would be eager to help pay the bill.