Super Soldier in Campus

Seeing that Lin Feng had blocked his long-distance shot, Ding Min lost all confidence. He was only thinking about how to gracefully quit the match and abandon the bet. It wasn't that our side was incompetent, but the enemy was just too freakish!

"Damn! Lin Feng's jumping ability is insane, isn't it? No wonder he dared to say he'd beat Ding Min 10 to 0. They're not even in the same league!"

"Yeah, if Lin Feng had been at last night's friendly match, those punks from the Finance Class wouldn't have had a chance to be so arrogant. Didn't you see? Even their most badass team captain couldn't hold his head high in front of Lin Feng!"

"Go, Lin Feng! Beat Ding Min so badly he'll take detours whenever he sees you!"

The male students of the Operation and Management Class raised a clamor. Clearly, they had all suffered a lot of humiliation in last night's friendly match.

Meanwhile, the male students of the Finance Class looked at each other, plunged into an eerie silence. Lin Feng was so dominant that not only was Ding Min humiliated, but the entire Finance Class felt crushed by the Operation and Management Class, unable to hold their heads high.

"Captain Ding, come on! Captain Ding, you're the best!" Then, the pretty cheerleaders from the Finance Class began to loudly cheer Ding Min on, trying to boost his morale.

Upon hearing the cheers from the girls in his class, Ding Min's expression grew even more dismal. Now, it was even harder to admit defeat. He could only brace himself and continue to fight against Lin Feng.

What followed was a complete slaughter. Lin Feng, thoroughly annoyed with Ding Min, had unstoppable momentum; it was as if even the heavens were on his side. He repeatedly stole the ball from and blocked Ding Min. As for his own shots, no matter how he threw them, they all went in. His shooting repertoire was endless: hook shots, pull-up jumpers off the backboard, super long-range three-pointers, and he even threw in some streetball moves from time to time, making a complete fool of Ding Min and thrashing him mercilessly, as if toying with a dog.

In the end, Ding Min's spirit completely broke. He was actually thrashed 10-0 by a Lin Feng who seemed like a god descended to earth, suffering a blatant and humiliating shutout!

"Freaking awesome! That's Little Jordan right there!"

"His long-range shots are so accurate! Lin Feng is simply a God!!"

"Lin Feng is so freaking awesome! Now, those bastards from the Finance Class can't be arrogant anymore, can they?"

The students of the Operation and Management Class began to chatter excitedly. Ding Min slumped to the ground, his face drained of color; all traces of his morning's arrogance were gone. Even his nearby teammates stared at Lin Feng in horror, speechless for a long moment.

To think that Ding Min, an official, uniformed player on the department's basketball team, was actually thrashed so brutally by Lin Feng, ending up with a 10-0 score! How could he ever show his face again?

Lin Feng casually tossed the basketball to Wang Zikai in the stands and said with a smile, "Kai Zi, how was it? This handsome guy's skills aren't too shabby, huh? Did I vent your anger for you?"

"Brother Feng is mighty! Brother Feng is dominant! You beat Ding Min like a dead dog. How could I possibly still be angry!" Wang Zikai chuckled, shamelessly flattering Lin Feng.

"You, get over here!" Lin Feng suddenly pointed to Ding Min on the court and shouted, "Stop playing dumb! Come here and apologize!"

Ding Min climbed up from the ground, his face extremely grim. He had lost utterly this time, but to make him sincerely apologize to Wang Zikai? That was absolutely out of the question. "Lin Feng, I admit my skills are inferior to yours, but I will not apologize to Wang Zikai! He was never my equal. I didn't say anything wrong. Why should I apologize to him?"

"If you make a bet, you honor it. Are you trying to welsh on the agreement?" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, staring at Ding Min, and asked with a sneer.

"I..." Ding Min started to say something more, but then he saw Lin Feng suddenly rush towards him, giving him no chance to speak. Lin Feng reached out and grabbed him by the neck...

With a powerful tug from Lin Feng, Ding Min let out a pained grunt, feeling as if his clothes were about to choke him to death. Lin Feng actually half-lifted him off his feet and dragged him in front of Wang Zikai!

"Hmph! A man honors his bets! You fucking spread the news of this bet everywhere, and now you fucking dare to talk to me like this? Were you spoiled rotten by your parents at home? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!" Lin Feng sneered, not caring how others saw him, and casually tossed Ding Min in front of Wang Zikai. "Apologize to Wang Zikai. Now!"

Lin Feng looked terrifying when he was angry! Everyone was dumbstruck. The boys from both the Finance Class and the Operation and Management Class fell silent. The atmosphere was eerie and quiet; you could almost hear a pin drop.

With a grim face, Lin Feng stared coldly at Ding Min. His earlier display of force had established his dominance and intimidated everyone present. Ding Min was nearly scared out of his wits. Gazing at Lin Feng's cold, predatory eyes, he trembled all over and couldn't help but stammer, "D-don't hit me... I know I was wrong..."

"Apologize," Lin Feng said flatly to Ding Min, not bothering to explain further.

"I..." Ding Min glanced around. He saw that although the boys from the Finance Class all wore sympathetic expressions, not a single one was stepping forward to speak up for him. His resolve finally crumbled, and he said to Wang Zikai in resignation, "Classmate Wang Zikai, I'm sorry. My attitude was poor. Please forgive me."

Wang Zikai looked extremely smug. Although Ding Min had been suppressed by Lin Feng and didn't dare to act arrogantly—which wasn't directly because of Wang Zikai himself—well, who could Ding Min blame when Brother Feng had his back? Wang Zikai put on a magnanimous air and said with a chuckle, "Well, well, look how this turned out. It's made things awkward for everyone, hasn't it? Young man, you should be more careful with your words in the future. Watch your tone, you know? After all, there's always someone better out there!"

Ding Min's face burned with shame. In his heart, he felt extreme contempt for Wang Zikai's words, but he absolutely didn't dare to retort, terrified that Lin Feng would get angry and beat him up.

Lin Feng chuckled as he stared at Ding Min and said lightly, "If you're still unconvinced, you're welcome to challenge us again next time. One-on-one, 3v3, 5v5, whatever you want. Our Operation and Management Class will take you on!"

Ding Min was so thoroughly suppressed by Lin Feng that all his fight was gone; he didn't dare mention another challenge at this moment. However, after hearing Lin Feng's words, a thought indeed sparked in his mind: Lin Feng is so formidable in one-on-one matches, but he might not be able to display that same strength in official league games that emphasize teamwork. I must find a way to defeat the Operation and Management Class in the inter-class league!

After the students of the Finance Class dispersed dejectedly, Ning Aoxue and Su Zi remained on the court, their expressions somewhat complicated as they silently watched Lin Feng.

About a dozen male students from the Operation and Management Class still surrounded Lin Feng. They all wanted to ask him how he trained his long-range shots. With such incredible accuracy and super long-range shooting technique, almost every basketball-loving guy wanted to know his secret.

"Brother Feng, please tell us, how on earth do you train? Can I become your disciple?"

"Boss, please enlighten us! My physique isn't advantageous, so I have to rely on my shooting accuracy to get by!"

"Department Head Lin, please take me under your wing..."

Lin Feng felt a bit awkward being bombarded with questions. He had achieved all this thanks to the precise body control he gained after cultivating Inner Strength. Even if I wanted to teach them, not everyone can cultivate Inner Strength. How could I possibly pass it on?

"Brother Feng is tired. Everyone, disperse now. Later, I'll find some time and have Brother Feng give everyone a lesson!" Wang Zikai, noticing Lin Feng looked a bit uncomfortable, thoughtfully shooed away the persistent guys for him.

However, when Wang Zikai saw Ning Aoxue and Su Zi watching from the sidelines, he paused for a second, then patted Lin Feng's shoulder. "Boss, these two are all yours! We'll take off first."