Chapter 81: You, Scaredy-cat?

Chapter 81: You, Scaredy-cat?

The blade in Su Chunfeng’s hand pointed forward. Several senior grade three boys, usually fierce and aggressive, couldn’t help but feel a chill run down their backs. They leaned back and took two steps backward.

The other boys and girls in the class were also trembling with fear.

This was getting deadly serious!

The long, rising nasal sound from Su Chunfeng, “Hmm…”, sounded again. He raised his head and turned around, exuding a domineering, take-charge bravery. The dagger in his left hand, shimmering with a terrifying cold light, pointed at Qian Jingjiang, who also held a dagger. “Come on, let’s go to the playground! It’s just death, right? Hmm…”

Another long, heavily drawn-out rising tone!

Almost instinctively, Qian Jingjiang glanced at the dagger in Su Chunfeng’s hand.

Then, Qian Jingjiang suddenly felt a fear he had never known before. A terrifying pressure that chilled him to the bone seemed to crash into his subconscious like a mountain.

This world never lacked men who were fearless of death.

Especially someone like Qian Jingjiang, who had grown into a school bully through numerous schoolyard fights. He was young and hot-blooded, impulsive and reckless. He was ruthless, daring, and willing to fight to the death. He was arrogant, overbearing, fierce, stubborn, and cared deeply about face. He could command many brothers and friends to follow him into battle.

But his temperament was still not mature enough, his will not firm enough.

Moreover, Qian Jingjiang, only eighteen years old, was facing an occultist who practiced Esoteric Arts. A mysterious occultist who, to deal with him, didn’t hesitate to use an Esoteric Technique—like using a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken—and had prepared in advance.

Three Heart-Intimidating Talismans, just a small, heart-intimidating Esoteric Technique.

Plus, Su Chunfeng had rich experience in Art Casting. He timed the moment of casting with extreme precision…

How could Qian Jingjiang not be afraid?

The two daggers, each had been treated with burning Heart-Intimidating Talismans, carrying their effect. The moment Qian Jingjiang first looked at the dagger thrown on the table, Su Chunfeng had already cast the technique, activating the talisman on the dagger. At the same time, his fierce attitude provoked Qian Jingjiang into a furious rage—anger leads to loss of will, which in turn causes confusion.

Immediately after, Su Chunfeng used the dagger with the Heart-Intimidating Talisman to intimidate the others. His overwhelming dominance brought huge psychological pressure on Qian Jingjiang.

Then, the blade pointed at Qian Jingjiang!

The Heart-Intimidation Technique was cast simultaneously!

With all these measures combined, Qian Jingjiang—who had always been unrivaled, never submitted to anyone, and even dared to fight real street thugs off-campus—felt genuine fear from the bottom of his heart! And once this fear was born, it could no longer be suppressed. It rapidly swelled, spread, and devoured his tough-minded thoughts, leaving a deep, indelible mark.

“I’m older than you, I won’t stoop to your level. You can leave,” Qian Jingjiang said, clinging to his last shred of courage, trying to save face and find a way out.

“Are you a scaredy-cat?” Su Chunfeng glared at him, his aura overpowering, the blade cold and menacing.

“You… your name is… oh right, Su Chunfeng, right?” Qian Jingjiang’s tone had already weakened. His face flushed red, his eyes avoiding Su Chunfeng’s sharp, blade-like gaze. He threw his dagger back onto the table and said, “It’s just a small matter, no need to make such a big fuss, right? No need for a fight to the death?”

Su Chunfeng snorted coldly and repeated, “You, scaredy-cat?”

All the students in the classroom were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief—it was obvious. Qian Jingjiang was afraid of this seemingly pale and weak-looking freshman junior! He was a scaredy-cat! He was backing down! He was looking for a way out—how was this possible? He was Qian Jingjiang, the school’s only recognized bully who could rival Sun Lei and stand as his equal!

And this junior named Su Chunfeng was domineering to the point of arrogance, or maybe just crazy!

He seemed dead set on fighting Qian Jingjiang to the death, leaving Qian Jingjiang no face or room at all. Even after Qian Jingjiang clearly showed weakness twice, he still kept insulting and provoking him: “You, scaredy-cat?”

So much so that all the students present felt Su Chunfeng was being far too much.

They could even imagine that no matter how afraid Qian Jingjiang was, after suffering such public humiliation, for the sake of his pride, he would inevitably get angry and fight back.

Because he was Qian Jingjiang!

“Pick up the dagger, come with me to the playground…” Su Chunfeng pointed with the dagger in his left hand at the one Qian Jingjiang had abandoned on the table. It wasn’t that he was pushing his luck or being too much; this was all part of the Art Casting process. He had to maintain high pressure to let the Esoteric Technique work to its fullest, not giving Qian Jingjiang a chance to recover.

“Chunfeng, why bother?”

Su Chunfeng roared, “Pick up the dagger!”

“I won’t, I won’t fight you…” Qian Jingjiang roared back, angry and fearful. He simply sat down, squeezing his body into the corner against the wall. He turned his head to look at the wall instead of directly at Su Chunfeng, like a timid ostrich sticking its head in the sand after being startled. “Hit me, kill me, whatever.”

The classroom fell completely silent!

Qian Jingjiang was acting like a child throwing a tantrum?

Su Chunfeng grinned nastily. “Fine, I won’t bully you either. Just three stabs!” As he spoke, he raised his dagger and stepped forward.

“No, don’t!” Qian Jingjiang abruptly turned around, his back pressing tightly against the wall of the corner, leaning on it. He waved his hands in terror, begging for mercy. “I give up, I give up! Chunfeng, I, Qian Jingjiang, give up… I really give up!”

“Scaredy-cat?” Su Chunfeng stretched his neck forward with a nasty grin.

“Yes, I’m a scaredy-cat!” Qian Jingjiang bit his lip, closed his eyes, and banged his head against the wall twice—in front of everyone! His face was completely lost!

Su Chunfeng grinned wide.

Then he suddenly turned again. The dagger in his left hand pointed at Zhou Fan and the other few. He roared like a fiend, “What about you guys? Anyone who’s not convinced, pick up that dagger, come with me to the playground!”

No one made a sound!

The few of them lowered their heads and shrank back.

“Who dares to not be convinced!” Su Chunfeng, seeming like he’d gone mad, waved the dagger in a circle, pointing at all the surrounding classmates.

Whoosh…

Everyone’s faces showed alarm as they hurriedly backed away, clearing a large space in the classroom.

In the aisle between the last few rows of desks and chairs, the pale and weak-looking Su Chunfeng now had a flushed face. His eyes glinted with an unhealthy, angry crimson, like a frenzied madman in an excited state. He panted heavily, as if he might pounce on anyone at any moment, violently venting the mania and anger in his heart.

Just then, Zhao Ge, the homeroom teacher of Class 12, Senior Grade 3, rushed into the classroom after getting the news. Seeing the scene, he couldn’t help but cry out, “That student, what are you doing?”

Su Chunfeng turned his head to look at Zhao Ge, a male teacher around forty, of average height, wearing glasses.

“Put the dagger down, put it down…” Zhao Ge seemed somewhat afraid to approach, just standing on the platform and shouting.

Su Chunfeng lowered his left hand holding the dagger. He casually held the dagger, gently swaying it. He grinned nastily, looking at Qian Jingjiang and his crew, cursing, “A bunch of bastards! Scaredy-cats!” After cursing, he casually threw the dagger aside, spat hard on the floor, then turned and slowly, unhurriedly walked out as if no one else was there.

Several students near the aisle, and Qian Jingjiang’s crew, were horrified to discover—the large mouthful of spit Su Chunfeng spat out was actually bright red blood!

Was he sick?

Did he bite his tongue or the corner of his mouth during his frenzy just now?

Did he cough up blood in his furious rage?

These students of Class 12, Senior Grade 3 looked at each other, guessing in their hearts. But whatever the reason, Su Chunfeng’s previous performance, plus that final spit of blood… it was all so terrifying!

That mouthful of blood was real.

Performing such an Esoteric Technique—which was already high-intensity for Su Chunfeng’s current cultivation level—within the school grounds, the Natural Backlash from nature was naturally extremely powerful too. If there had been any mistake or accident during the Art Casting just now, any random student could have easily taken Su Chunfeng down.

This was normal.

Any occultist, when casting an Art, had already mentally prepared in advance to bear possible risks.

In this world, there was no 100% perfect Esoteric Technique. Similarly, any occultist, whether cultivating in healing, fate-reading, divination, or physiognomy, compared to ordinary people, could be considered a master of psychology!

Without these skills, no matter how high one’s Esoteric Arts cultivation, it would be difficult to achieve greatness.

Su Chunfeng had just slowly walked downstairs. Li Zhichao, Feng Gang, and their crew of about eight or nine people, who had been waiting outside, immediately swarmed around him, encircling him, and vigilantly looked up the stairs.

“Chunfeng, how did it go?”

“Are you okay?”

“Did they hit you? Damn it, I’ll fight them…” Li Zhichao saw Su Chunfeng didn’t look too good, weak and feeble, and immediately thought Su Chunfeng had suffered a severe beating. He grabbed the chopper wrapped in newspaper and was about to charge up the stairs, but Su Chunfeng pulled him back. Smiling, he said, “Enough, it’s settled. Relax, guys. Qian Jingjiang and his people won’t dare touch us anymore.”

“What?”

Everyone was stunned.

Su Chunfeng forced himself to perk up, smiling and giving a thumbs-up. “You guys are really good brothers! Let’s disperse!”

Actually, tonight, Li Zhichao and Feng Gang had only managed to gather nine people. Including them and Su Chunfeng, that made twelve. The other fellow townsmen and classmates, who usually hung out together and some even participated in the last fight, when they heard they were going to war with Qian Jingjiang, all felt weak and scared, making up various excuses and backing out.

The urgent bell for class rang. The group didn’t have time to ask for details. Full of excitement, thrill, curiosity, and confusion, they each returned to their classrooms.

As expected, Su Chunfeng was soon called to the office by his homeroom teacher, Cao Lan.

At the same time, the school administration learned of this serious incident. They immediately notified Cao Lan, the homeroom teacher of Class One, Senior Grade 1, to bring Su Chunfeng to the school security office for questioning by the dean of students and the head of the security office.

Although Cao Lan managed students strictly, in many ways she had a protective, almost motherly attitude towards her own class’s students. Especially after such a serious incident, she found it hard to believe it was done by her own class’s good, obedient students. So, there must be a reason.

After detailed questioning, Cao Lan immediately became righteously indignant. She led Su Chunfeng directly to find the principal. The principal wasn’t there, so she found the vice-principal.

Teacher Cao Lan believed that the notorious senior grade three student Qian Jingjiang was truly excessive. He actually drove the excellent, well-behaved Su Chunfeng from Class One, Senior Grade 1 to madness. It showed how utterly wicked Qian Jingjiang’s actions were. Moreover, what if Su Chunfeng’s mind was affected by this stimulation? What then?

He was such a promising seedling, he couldn’t be ruined!

Thus, under the strong intervention of Cao Lan, the county’s most outstanding teacher, one of the city’s top ten famous teachers, a provincial-level excellent teacher, this serious incident was quickly investigated. All relevant students were questioned…

The truth soon came to light.

Originally, regardless of Su Chunfeng’s reasons, for doing such a bad thing, he should at least receive a major demerit and have his parents called. But Teacher Cao Lan resolutely protected her student’s rights. She even, in front of the vice-principal, the head of security, and several homeroom teachers, with heartache like a caring mother, shed tears while comforting and reassuring Su Chunfeng, who looked clearly excessively frightened, pale, and listless. She comforted him, telling him not to worry or be afraid—this matter was over, it wouldn’t happen again.