Chapter 95

Suddenly, just as everyone thought Zhu Lubin was about to enter, he raised his hand again and glanced at Tian Zhaodi, who was standing behind the crowd. He suddenly became a bit bashful: "Um, can I change my clothes before going in?"

"Pervert!" Tian Zhaodi immediately snorted and turned to leave. The others were somewhat stunned.

"Change clothes?"

"Yes, my treasure clothes. Didn't you say that any means can be used inside? It's not excessive for me to change into my treasure clothes, right?" Zhu Lubin untied the backpack he had been carrying since entering the academy.

"Of course, there's no problem. Go ahead and change," a man in charge of the assessment nodded.

"Haha, this fat master is relieved. Just wait and see how I'll deal with the guy inside," Zhu Lubin confidently opened the backpack, took out a black, shapeless piece of clothing, and undid his own shirt, revealing a body full of white, wobbly fat.

Seeing this body, Lin Yiming suddenly realized that there was a girl next to him.

"Guoguo, don't look!" Lin Yiming quickly turned Guoguo around and hugged her.

After a while, when the sound of the official door rang, he turned Guoguo back around. Guoguo was really a headache; she didn't even know the difference between men and women.

"Everyone, follow me." Zhang Youpeng, seeing Zhu Lubin leave, called out to the crowd, pushed open the door on the right, and walked in. As he walked, he said to the crowd, "The test can be observed. We'll go to the right, where we can see the fat man's battle."

At the same time, in another room, a few people who had not spoken but were responsible for recording followed them.

Walking through a corridor that led upward, Lin Yiming suddenly realized that he had arrived at a place that resembled a stadium from his previous life. The place he was in was like the stands of a stadium, but the area below was very different.

Or rather, the place he stood on was like a high mountain, and below was an extremely vast and complex terrain, with hills, forests, sandpits, and even an artificial lake.

At that moment, in the sandpit below, a man stood with his arms crossed, like a javelin, staring intently at the entrance.

Lin Yiming scanned the man and shook his head lightly: "Wudao Lingxin level seven, Zhu Lubin will have a tough time."

"Do you really expect that fat man to win?" Zhang Youpeng asked, then pointed to the terrain below: "All the testing grounds and ranking places in our academy have complex terrains. The purpose is to allow the defenders to choose their preferred terrain. For the challengers, they have to adapt to various different environments. When you challenge, you will face the same situation. Observe carefully."

Zhang Youpeng kindly reminded them and then fell silent, looking at the entrance below.

The entrance remained still.

For a long time, even after a couple of tea times, there was still no movement at the entrance.

Zhang Youpeng became impatient: "What's wrong with that fat man? Why hasn't he appeared yet? He can't be scared, can he? If he dares to run away and disgrace our Hellish West Academy, I'll beat him to death!"

Lin Yiming frowned slightly. What was that fat man doing? Why wasn't he here yet?

On the stands, everyone became impatient, and the man who had been standing like a javelin below became even more restless, even pacing back and forth in the large sandpit.

"Creak..."

Just as the three people responsible for recording were about to discuss whether to declare the other side a forfeit, the door at the entrance finally opened, and Zhu Lubin's plump figure slowly moved in.

"Really sorry, I had a stomachache and had to go to the bathroom," Zhu Lubin held his stomach and slowly walked to the testing ground, explaining with a pained look: "I was fine after going to the bathroom, but there was no paper. I had no choice but to wait for it to dry naturally!"

The face of the martial artist in charge of the test, which had been anxious, turned pale. The fat man's words were too disgusting; he could almost smell the stench.

"By the way, my name is Zhu Lubin. What's your name, senior?" Zhu Lubin showed no sign of being late and instead chatted with the other side.

"Zhang Jun!" The man coldly said his name.

"Oh, what a good name," Zhu Lubin said, walking a few steps, then suddenly squatted down in pain: "It hurts. The wild game I ate today must not have been cooked properly. I need to go to the bathroom again!"

"Really troublesome!" Zhang Jun looked at Zhu Lubin with disgust, clenching his fists tightly: "A mere Wudao Lingxin level one comes to challenge. Fat man, are you here to disgust people? Get out of here quickly."

Zhang Jun cursed, and his legs suddenly pushed off the sandpit, causing a cloud of sand to fly behind him. The man's body shot forward, instantly rushing out of the sandpit, and he raised his fist, charging towards Zhu Lubin.

"Hey, don't! Why are you attacking so suddenly? Give me a moment to catch my breath. Let me go to the bathroom first, then we can fight. You can't take advantage of me!"

Zhu Lubin hurriedly shouted, just managing to stand up. A cold, fierce wind blew towards him, and he didn't even have time to dodge. In front of him, the other man's fist was already coming down.

"Bang!"

A loud sound echoed, and Zhu Lubin's fat face instantly contorted in pain, his mouth opened wide, and his eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out.

Under that powerful punch, Zhu Lubin's clothes on his stomach instantly tore, and the hard fist landed on the black soft leather armor inside, sinking deeply into his fatty belly.

"Huh?"

Zhang Jun was surprised and exclaimed as he found his fist stuck to the fat man's chest, and more strangely, the punch didn't knock the fat man away.

"How did that fat man withstand a full-force punch from a Wudao Lingxin level seven martial artist? He's only Wudao Lingxin level one."

"Why isn't the fat man spitting blood? Is he holding on?"

"What's going on? The fat man should have been defeated by that punch. Why didn't he even step back?"

The three people responsible for recording were all shocked.

Zhang Youpeng's eyes widened, staring straight at Zhu Lubin's stomach. The fat man had actually blocked the punch, which was strange. Normally, a Wudao Lingxin level one martial artist, no matter how strong, would be knocked down and defeated, or even killed by a full-force punch from a Wudao Lingxin level seven martial artist.

But looking at Zhu Lubin, the fat man seemed to be fine, which was truly bizarre!

In the arena, Zhang Jun's face turned serious. Although he didn't know why his fist was stuck, he knew it was disadvantageous for him. The priority was to pull his fist out.

"Roar!" Zhang Jun shouted, his Wudao Lingxin instantly reaching its peak, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy burst out. The man used all his strength to pull his fist out, finally managing to do so.

The huge inertia made him retreat three steps before he could stand still.