Ten minutes later.
In the end, Lin Mo still didn’t agree to Xu Congjun’s bet.
Not because he couldn’t do it, but because he never intended to agree in the first place.
Bets like these shouldn’t involve others as stakes.
That was Lin Mo’s principle.
"Both sides, take your positions!"
Wang Yiping held a coin in his hand and looked toward Lin Mo’s side.
"Heads or tails?"
A one-yuan coin had a flower on one side and a numerical value on the other.
A coin toss was the simplest way to decide who would serve first.
So Lin Mo casually chose tails.
If he wanted, he could easily influence the outcome, but he didn’t.
Who served first made no difference to him.
The coin landed on the back of his hand.
He flipped it over—tails was up.
Lin Mo’s side would serve first.
Holding a brand-new shuttlecock, Lin Mo served with a backhand.
Wang Senling, positioned diagonally across the court, immediately sent a high lob toward Jiang Yunlu at the back.
"So sneaky!" Wang Qin cursed from the sidelines.
Fang Jun, unfamiliar with badminton, asked quietly, "What’s wrong?"
"Yunlu sprained her ankle and can’t jump. If the shuttle lands deep in the backcourt, it’s easy to return with another high lob."
"So what happens then?"
The high lob arced toward Jiang Yunlu’s head.
Unable to jump, she took two steps back and swung her racket.
The shuttle soared to a new height, flying toward Xu Congjun’s side.
Wang Qin finally answered, "They’ll smash it."
Xu Congjun’s eyes flashed with intensity as he leaped into the air for a powerful smash—aimed straight at Lin Mo.
But Lin Mo merely flicked his wrist, effortlessly returning the smash and sending it lightly over the net, where it landed untouched.
Xu Congjun didn’t even have time to react.
Lin Mo looked at him calmly.
"Not good enough."
Xu Congjun picked up the shuttle and replied just as coolly,
"Just one point."
1-0.
With that, Xu Congjun served the shuttle back.
Lin Mo raised his racket, catching it smoothly—his form clearly that of a seasoned player.
But Xu Congjun refused to believe Lin Mo could actually beat him.
So he decided to take things a little more seriously.
As if replaying the previous round, Wang Senling sent another high lob.
This time, however, Lin Mo didn’t let Jiang Yunlu take it.
"Let me handle it."
He sprinted to the backcourt, leaped high, and smashed the shuttle downward.
The shuttle cut through the air at blistering speed, grazing Wang Senling’s face as it passed.
A stinging heat spread across her cheek.
Lin Mo landed lightly.
"If you want to play dirty, I can help."
Wang Senling touched her face, relieved to find no blood, then raised her hand.
"I’m reporting them—are they playing badminton or assault?"
Lin Mo turned to Wang Yiping and shrugged.
"I don’t recall any rule against that in badminton. If this counts as a foul, then all you have to do is run into the shuttle."
His words were a clear jab at Wang Senling.
Wang Yiping didn’t say much, only reminding Lin Mo,
"Just avoid hitting sensitive areas like the eyes."
Lin Mo nodded.
"Of course. I’m not that underhanded."
He served again.
The same opening move, but Xu Congjun had switched tactics.
Now, both were locked in a net battle, exchanging low shots.
They traded blows half a dozen times in rapid succession.
Xu Congjun was surprised by Lin Mo’s reflexes and speed—he hadn’t expected him to keep up.
Still, he refused to admit Lin Mo was better.
"If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one Jiang Yunlu keeps raving about. But honestly, you’re nothing special."
Xu Congjun was slightly winded but still composed.
Lin Mo, meanwhile, grinned.
"Oh? Then I’ll just have to speed up."
With that, he accelerated, sending the next shuttle rocketing toward the backcourt with even greater force.
Wang Senling didn’t react in time—the shuttle smacked into her body.
Xu Congjun’s face darkened as he glared at her.
"Are you just here to watch?"
Wang Senling was just as stunned. One moment, they were locked in a net duel; the next, the shuttle was flying at her.
Lin Mo chuckled.
"What’s wrong? Can’t keep up, so you blame your teammate? Didn’t you say I was nothing special?"
The taunt left Xu Congjun seething.
Even Wang Senling’s expression soured.
Lin Mo glanced back at Jiang Yunlu, who flashed him a bright smile and a peace sign.
Seeing her rare smile, Xu Congjun felt an inexplicable pang—he knew it wasn’t meant for him.
Morale: -10.
Lin Mo served again.
True to his word, he didn’t drop a single point, targeting Wang Senling with nearly every shot.
He avoided her face and chest, letting the shuttle graze her occasionally instead.
By now, Wang Senling was on the verge of breaking down.
But Lin Mo showed no mercy.
Even Wang Yiping found it hard to watch, but he stayed silent.
As long as no one got hurt or started a fight, he’d let the kids handle it themselves.
He remembered all too well what happened to Coach Long—his fate hadn’t been pretty.
Lin Mo wasn’t someone to provoke.
All the gym teachers shared an office, and news of Coach Long’s downfall had spread fast.
First, he’d died at home under mysterious circumstances. Then, he’d resigned and left Guangba High.
That alone was enough to make everyone wary of Lin Mo.
Rumor had it even Director Huang backed him.
None of the gym teachers knew Lin Mo’s exact background, but they sensed it was formidable.
So Wang Yiping didn’t intervene, sticking to his role as referee.
The match was best of three.
Lin Mo took the first game single-handedly, scoring all 21 points.
Wang Senling and Xu Congjun didn’t score a single one.
If mixed doubles rules hadn’t forced Jiang Yunlu to stay on the court, she’d have been lounging on the bench long ago.
With every point Lin Mo won, the Class 8 students erupted in cheers.
Lin Mo eyed Xu Congjun.
"Admit defeat now, and you won’t lose as badly."
Xu Congjun scoffed.
"Who do you think I am? If you’ve got the guts, face me one-on-one!"
Lin Mo turned to Wang Yiping.
"Teacher, since Jiang Yunlu is injured, why not let her rest? I can take them both on alone."
His tone was casual, but the words were pure arrogance.
Not because he wanted to show off—these people just needed to be put in their place.
Wang Yiping glanced at Jiang Yunlu, who was sitting on the bench during the break.
He looked at Xu Congjun’s side.
"Any objections?"
With their opponents down a player, agreeing was the logical choice.
Xu Congjun, who genuinely cared about Jiang Yunlu, answered without hesitation,
"No problem here."
"I object. This isn’t fair."
Jiang Yunlu, still on the bench, spoke up.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
