"Looks like negotiations have failed."
This time, the boy didn’t lose his composure like before.
"Then the solution is simple. I think you agree, Transfer Student from Class D?"
He meant brute force. In this world, nothing was simpler than solving problems with fists.
Just as he’d said: survival of the fittest.
To force your values into someone’s mind, you must first defeat them using their own values. His were clear: strength above all.
So—
Bring it on—
Huor knew his chances of winning this fight were slim—almost nonexistent. But he couldn’t just sit back and wait to be crushed. He couldn’t do nothing.
Right now, since the other guy wanted a fight, he’d fight.
At the very least, he had to make his voice heard.
This was what he should do. What he could do. What wouldn’t disappoint Zhu XiuRong and Pang Dun.
"Fine. If that’s what you want, let’s do it."
Huor shrugged slightly.
"!!!!!!"
What was this kid even saying? Did he really understand?
Class A students’ eyes widened after hearing the Unruly’s words.
Unnoticed by most, the Four Kings’ gazes flickered toward Huor for a split second.
Was he fearless of death? Daring to accept a Duel challenge from a Class A student?!
"Kid," the boy snapped, "do you even know what you just said?"
Clearly, he hadn’t expected Huor’s reply. He’d thought the transfer student was just bluffing, that he’d end up groveling for mercy. Class D challenging Class A? It had never happened before.
"I know. I’m fully aware."
Huor nodded.
"That’s exactly why I’m saying this to you now."
Huor added firmly,
"To change your values, I must first defeat you using your own values!"
His answer brimmed with confidence. Not a hint of weakness in his tone.
Of course there wasn’t.
Why show weakness? His words were justified. The other guy just wanted to twist right into wrong—and wrong into right—with sheer power.
"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"
Maybe he’d finally grasped how absurd their exchange was. This would go down in Divine Machinery High School history—a Class D student brazenly challenging Class A.
What was wrong with this world? Had Class D students grown this arrogant? Stupidly arrogant? Stupidly funny? Stupidly believing they could beat elites like him with laughable "effort"?
Funny? Ridiculous? Mock-worthy?
Class D students really were the joke of the academy.
Then he’d shatter their idiotic delusions.
Truthfully, the boy felt he should thank Jiang Huoer, this Class D transfer student. Today would be etched into GCD Divine Mechanism Academy’s records—an epic moment. He’d made him the star.
"Good. Very good."
The boy nodded.
"I despise you, but you deserve to know who’s crushing you."
He paused.
"GCD Divine Mechanism Academy. Second Year Fire A Class. Zhao Meng. Second Stage Ninth Rank."
He announced his grade, class, and War God Imprint stage.
"GCD Divine Mechanism Academy. Second Year Fire D Class. Jiang Huoer. Second Stage First Rank."
Huor mirrored him, stating his own details.
"Snort—"
Zhao Meng’s laughter erupted. Then the whole of Class A joined in.
"You’ve got some nerve admitting that. I’d never say it myself."
"Why not? This power came from my own strength. Every drop of sweat, every effort—I earned it. I’m proud to say it. Unlike you, I don’t crave vanity."
"Heh. Is that so—"
The sarcasm was obvious to everyone.
"You still have the strength to talk now. Soon, you won’t even breathe."
The boy stated it plainly—a threat, a show of dominance.
As a Class A student, he had that right. The Four Kings backed his class. Crossing him meant crossing them.
"Who knows? We won’t find out unless we try."
"Excellent. You’re excellent!"
Zhao Meng nodded again.
"Let’s begin. Choose the method. As a Class A student, I’ll let you pick. Though... eight ranks apart? Hah. Jiang Huoer, you’re the most ridiculous guy I’ve ever met. No contest."
This was Zhao Meng’s honest thought—no mockery this time. Just a hint of scorn.
Jiang Huoer’s earlier insults still stung. He’d refute them later—in the Duel. He’d make Huor cry and wail in despair. Anything less would disgrace his Class A status. Anything less would waste his Second Stage Ninth Rank power.
An eight-rank gap meant total domination. Failing that? That’d be the real joke.
"Your call."
Huor shot back.
"Letting petty people choose the fight method is my principle."
Still clashing.
To reclaim their territory, he needed to confront the Four Kings. They weren’t easy to approach. But beating this guy would raise his chances. Even if he lost, he’d make the Four Kings see his resolve. See his will.
