F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 261 The First Lesson on Campus! Let Fists Speak!

The golden retriever's screams were so sharp they could pierce one's eardrums.

He clutched his broken finger, writhing on the ground in agony. The arrogance on his face vanished instantly, replaced by twisted pain and disbelief.

He couldn't understand how this seemingly ordinary guy dared to attack so suddenly, and with such ruthlessness!

"You...you fucking dare to touch me! Do you know who I am?!" the blond youth screamed, his voice a mix of bravado and fear.

Chen Yifan picked at his ear, looking disgusted.

"I don't care who you are. Even if the King of Heaven himself points his finger at me, he'll have to leave his claws behind."

He walked up to the blond youth, looked down at him with a cold gaze.

"Do we still want to change berths?"

The blond youth felt uneasy under his cold gaze, instinctively shivered, and scrambled back a few steps, but still refused to back down.

"You...you just wait! My brother's a student council officer! I won't let you get away with this!"

"Oh? Student council? I thought you were some rich kid."

Chen Yifan was amused.

"Fine, I'll wait. You can get out of here now, or do you want me to reattach your other hand?"

Looking at Chen Yifan's ambiguous smile, the blond youth felt as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He dared not utter another word of nonsense, abandoned his luggage, clutched his severed finger, and scrambled out of the dormitory.

Throughout the entire process, the young man with the buzz cut named Shi Lei wore headphones and kept his eyes closed, as if he really didn't hear or see anything.

Xia Nan stood to the side, her mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

He looked at Chen Yifan, his eyes filled with shock and... a hint of admiration.

"Chen... Chen Yifan, you... you're amazing!"

Xia Nan stammered,

"But what if his brother comes looking for trouble after you hit him?"

"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."

Chen Yifan shrugged indifferently, returned to his seat, and began to organize his things.

To him, what just happened was like stepping on an ant; it wasn't worth taking seriously at all.

Being low-key doesn't mean being timid.

He is not the same person he was at the beginning.

I came to Kyoto University of Martial Arts to improve my skills, not to be a punching bag.

Since someone insisted on coming up to him looking for a fight, he didn't mind stretching his muscles a bit.

This can be considered the first lesson for the new roommates.

A dismount.

He wanted everyone in the dormitory to know that he, Chen Yifan, was not someone to be trifled with.

Sure enough, from then on, the berserker named Shi Lei, although still not very talkative, looked at Chen Yifan with less contempt and more seriousness.

At 1:30 p.m., Chen Yifan met up with Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu downstairs and they headed to the central teaching building together.

As soon as Wang Fugui saw him, he asked in a loud and boisterous manner:

"Fanzi, I heard you beat up your new roommate? And broke his finger? Wow! It's only the first day of school, and you've already made a name for yourself as one of the Three Musketeers of Jiangcheng!"

Chen Yifan rolled her eyes at him:

"What Jiangcheng Three Musketeers? Can you stop being so childish? They're just a bunch of stupid idiots who don't know what's good for them and deserve to be taught a lesson."

"That guy didn't come back to cause you trouble?"

Lin Xiaoyu asked with some concern.

"No, I guess they moved out," Chen Yifan said. "That kind of scum can't amount to anything."

The three chatted as they walked into the central teaching building.

The interior of the teaching building was even more magnificent than they had imagined.

A huge holographic projection floated in the center of the hall, displaying various school news and announcements.

The opening ceremony was held in the grand auditorium on the top floor.

When they arrived, the auditorium was already full.

Thousands of the nation's most promising talents gathered together, each radiating a powerful aura. The spiritual energy fluctuations throughout the auditorium were so dense that they almost materialized.

Chen Yifan and his two companions found an inconspicuous corner to sit down.

"Holy crap, this is more than all the professionals in Jiangcheng combined!"

Looking at the massive crowd, Wang Fugui couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Chen Yifan remained silent, his gaze sweeping across the podium.

On the platform sat a row of middle-aged men who exuded profound and unfathomable auras; they were likely the school's leaders and top professors from various departments.

In the very center sat an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a Tang suit.

The old man had his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body, just like an ordinary old man next door.

But Chen Yifan's "mind's eye" told him that this old man was the most terrifying presence in the entire auditorium.

It was as if his body contained a nuclear reactor that could explode at any moment; that power was beyond Chen Yifan's comprehension.

This must be the president of Kyoto University of Martial Arts.

A true powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the Dragon Kingdom.

The opening ceremony began promptly at 2 PM.

There were no lengthy speeches from leaders, nor any boring welcome remarks.

The old headmaster, with his white hair and beard, slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, an indescribable pressure, like a tsunami, swept through the entire auditorium.

All the freshmen who had been whispering to each other fell silent at that moment. The entire auditorium was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Welcome to Kyoto Budo University."

The old principal's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"I don't care how dazzling your talents were or how revered you were in your hometowns. Here, you only have one identity: students."

"Here, there is no fairness, only competition. Everything you want—resources, cultivation techniques, equipment, status—you must earn it with your own fists."

"From today onwards, your initial credits will all be 100. Credits are the only hard currency in our school. You can use them to exchange for time in the training room, to buy pills and equipment, and even to ask your instructors questions."

"And the way to earn credits is also very simple. Complete tasks assigned by the school, participate in competitions organized by the school, or..."

The old principal's gaze slowly swept over all the new students below the stage, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"...snatch it from your classmates."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire auditorium erupted in uproar.

grab?

Can you even steal credits from your classmates?

What's the difference between this and raising a venomous insect?

"Of course, the school prohibits malicious injury, and even more so, death. If discovered, the student will be expelled immediately, their cultivation will be revoked, and they will be handed over to the Professionals Court."

"However, we encourage any form of 'sparring' as long as it is within the rules."

"At the end of each month, the bottom 10% of students in terms of academic credits will be forced to withdraw from school. The top 10 students will be qualified to enter the 'Blessed Land' for cultivation."

"I've finished speaking. Now, your university life officially begins."

After saying that, the old principal closed his eyes again, as if what he had just said had nothing to do with him.

After a brief silence, the entire auditorium erupted in chaos.

The faces of all the new students were filled with shock and...excitement.

cruel!

That's too cruel!

But at the same time, it's so exciting!

This is where the strong should be!

Chen Yifan's eyes lit up as well.

Stealing credits?

interesting.

He had originally planned to develop his career discreetly, but now it seems the school isn't giving them any chance to do so.

Here, even if you don't want to cause trouble, trouble will come looking for you.

The law of the jungle prevails; the strong prey on the weak.

From the very beginning, this school has been instilling this simplest and most truthful principle in all new students.

"Fanzi, this...this is too ruthless! Eliminating 10% every month, how many people will leave in a year?"

Wang Fugui was terrified.

"That's more interesting, isn't it?"

A long-lost, battle-ready smile appeared on Chen Yifan's face.

He glanced at his identity bracelet, which displayed a bright red "100" credits.

It seems impossible to graduate peacefully.

Just then, his communicator vibrated slightly.

It was a message from an unknown number.

The message was very simple, consisting of only one sentence.

"I'll be waiting for you on the rooftop."