Night of the Broken Gliph

Riding Clouds Academy, Sports Hall. 

“What’s going on!” Chor Shing Chit asked angrily. He rushed over immediately after being informed of what had happened. 

Currently, the sports hall was filled with students. Many teachers and academy administrators like Principal Bak Wun and Old Tung were present. Seeing Chor Shing Chit, Bak Wun turned to him with a frown. “Mr Chor, what’s going on?” 

“That’s something I’d like to know too!” Chor Shing Chit answered, squeezing through the crowd to get into the middle of the hall, only to see Chui Yim and Chan Ngou Tin standing opposite each other. He rushed here after Fa Yin told him about the situation.

“Mr Chor, you’re finally here. I’ve been waiting!” Chan Ngou Tin smiled widely at Chor Shing Chit. Chan Ngou Tin was on cloud nine; after all, he had waited six years for this chance. Today would be the day that he taught the arrogant Chui Yim a lesson about where he belonged—and there were people whom he couldn’t afford to offend. 

“What are you guys doing! Step back!” Chor Shing Chit was fuming with anger. “Do you know how inappropriate this is!” 

“Mr Chor, you arrived just in time. Chan Ngou Tin wanted to challenge me, and I accepted. We are now lacking a judge.” To his surprise, Chui Yim was the one that answered him instead. 

Chor Shing Chit turned to Chui Yim with his mouth dropped open. It was unfair to him, as Chan Ngou Tin was already a one-chambered glipher while Chui Yim had yet to break through. Fights weren’t banned in the institute; in fact, the existence of both gliphers and gliphists was partly for them to fight, as the authority went to the ones that had the most power. That was precisely the reason why Four Seasons Heaven and Imperial Sunset Palace were so influential. 

But a one-chambered glipher student going against a to-be gliphist was a first. 

“Chui Yim, are you sure you want to accept his challenge?” Chor Shing Chit asked coldly. He was unwilling to watch this fight occur, but he had to follow the school rules, which was that even as the class mentor, he wasn’t allowed to meddle in a matter that both parties agreed to. 

“Yes.” Chui Yim nodded while looking at Chor Shing Chit. “But Mr Chor, injuries are inevitable during fights, so what should we do about that?” 

Chan Ngou Tin was ecstatic to hear Chui Yim’s question. That was what he wanted to ask. Wow, he’s even helping me? How much smoother can things go? God must be compensating me for the sufferings I’ve been through the past six years!  

Chor Shing Chit stared at Chui Yim weirdly while replying with a famous quote of the South. “Anything that happens in an institution stays in the institution. As long as the institution approves of it, it shall not be brought out of the institution.” 

“Alright, that’s all I need to hear.” Chui Yim nodded. “I’ll have to trouble Mr Chor to be our judge.” 

“You…” 

Just then, Bak Wun walked out in displeasure. Both he and Chor Shing Chit viewed Chui Yim as a double innate chamber genius. They were biased towards him subconsciously, but there was nothing they could do now that Chui Yim accepted the challenge. 

“Get ready, Mr Chor.” Bak Wun patted Chor Shing Chit’s shoulder. 

Chor Shing Chit looked at him with a complicated look and turned to both parties. “If things get too dangerous, I’ll step in.” But he received no reply from both Chui Yim and Chan Ngou Tin, who were currently staring at each other. 

Chan Ngou Tin was enjoying this. 

For the first time in six years, this was the first time Chui Yim looked at him properly. He had always been the centre of attention, from a pampered Young Master to the academy where he was a descendant of the powerful Chan Clan. 

Chui Yim was the only person that never looked at him. 

It was literally that Chui Yim had never looked at Chan Ngou Tin straight. Either he glanced at him from the side of his eyes or looked at him disdainfully. Now that Chui Yim was finally looking at him, he felt great. 

“Ready!” Chor Shing Chit looked at both of them while secretly circulating the gliph tattooed beneath his black cloth to step in immediately if anything went wrong. “Three, two, one!” 

Chan Ngou Tin pounced towards Chui Yim immediately, the gliph on his left arm chamber lit up as he attacked Chui Yim. A one-chambered glipher couldn’t be considered a commoner anymore. The buff from the energliph of a one-chambered glipher wasn’t just from their gliphility; they also had a ten percent increase of their overall ability—twenty per cent for two-chambered gliphers, thirty percent for three-chambered gliphers and so on. 

That was why it was rare as a blue moon to see gliphers or gliphists fighting others of a higher rank. The difference between each state was too huge. 

Chan Ngou Tin was ten per cent stronger and faster than he was originally; adding on the fact that he grew up with g-food, he was beyond the speed that an ordinary human could catch. All Chui Yim could do was barely dodge, as Chan Ngou Tin missed his stomach and hit his side instead, sending him flying out. 

Chor Shing Chit was surprised to see this. “Super-strength gliph!” Yes, the same gliph that Kiu Chi Gong had tattooed on him. It was a simple gliph to increase one’s strength. Pure strength. 

But pure strength didn’t mean that it was bad. 

Chui Yim fell to the ground in a sorry figure, and Chan Ngou Tin didn’t attack immediately. He stared at Chui Yim disdainfully instead, ridiculing him. 

Chui Yim coughed out blood. Having studied medicine the past few years, he knew that he nearly suffered from damaged organs. Luckily, he dodged, or he could have died. Although he was still only twelve years old, after six years of basic gliphism, Chui Tin’s teaching, tons of reading, and his forging research gave him a vision even better than that of Chor Shing Chit, who was a two-chambered glipher. 

Chan Ngou Tin had tattooed a Super-strength gliph on him, but it wasn’t an ordinary one. Kiu Chi Gong had a Super-strength gliph too, but it couldn’t give him the buff it gave Chan Ngou Tin. 

Even though he couldn’t see through the Gliph Cover, Chui Yim had a rough idea. The strength grass Chan Ngou Tin used for his gliph was at least a thousand years old. 

Under normal circumstances, the strength grass required for the Super-strength gliph only needed to be a hundred years old. The older the grass was, the better its quality and the better the effects. The Super-strength gliph on Kiu Chi Gong made him five times stronger than usual. 

But Chan Ngou Tin was ten times stronger than normal. Unless a thousand-year-old strength grass was used, it would’ve been impossible to achieve this result. A ten-thousand-year-old strength grass… wasn’t considered ordinary strength grass anymore, but the legendary Sacred Divine-strength Grass, one of the main ingredients for the extremely high level, Divine-strength Gliph. 

The Chan Clan couldn’t afford such a legendary item. Using a thousand-year strength grass was already rather luxurious.