It wasn't just his instructor who was losing it now; even the students below were starting to freak out. After all, this Fatty Lin was just too... too drawn out.

"Attack!" The instructor's shout was almost a primal roar.

"Whoosh!" A bizarre sound suddenly rang out...

"General, General, this is bad, this is very bad." A deputy rushed into the principal's office, running as he went.

"What is it? Why the panic?" The young man was dressed in a military uniform, but this uniform was a bit different from the standard issue.

Because the uniform worn by this young man was exclusively for generals, and looking at the stars on his shoulders, it was evident he had earned considerable merit.

"Heh heh, the General must be a very busy man. Please, make yourself at home."

"Good, that covers the main points of the arrangement. Then I won't keep you any longer."

"Thank you for your trouble, General." The President of Fudan University was currently wearing an extremely false smile, beneath which lay a great deal of flattery.

Moreover, ever since this Young General had arrived at the office, he had been incessantly buttering him up. And upon learning that this Young General was an alumnus of his own university, he felt particularly proud.

The Young General glanced at his deputy, frowning as he walked, "What's all the fuss about?"

"General, over in Sector A6, the instructor and a student are in a conflict."

"Oh? Sector A6?" The Young General seemed to recall something, turning to the deputy and asking, "What is the name of the student clashing with the instructor?"

"This... your subordinate has not yet investigated."

"Hurry, stop it immediately, and find out the reason. Remember to ask for the student's name clearly," the Young General commanded sternly, as if not wanting to miss anything.

"Yes, sir." The deputy snapped to attention, executed a crisp salute—a standard military gesture performed with flawless expertise.

"Sigh!" The Young General let out a soft sigh, shaking his head and murmuring to himself, "I wonder if it could be them."

This young man was undeniably mysterious. It was as if he knew Fatty Lin, the one in conflict with the instructor. And who exactly were the 'them' he mentioned?

"Bang!" Just one punch. One punch was enough to make the instructor watch Fatty Lin with wary eyes.

From his professional perspective, this Fatty Lin had already greatly surprised him. At the same time, he began to reassess the student. He had initially thought Fatty Lin was relying on some hidden card, but the way things were developing now instilled in him a boundless sense of oppression.

If he backed down now, he would lose face. However, the punch Fatty Lin had just landed on his chest had reportedly broken two ribs—a testament to the force behind it.

"Heh heh." Fatty Lin looked at the instructor’s face, a grin stretching his lips.

And because of that single smile, the instructor immediately flew into a rage. Anyone could tell that grin signified mockery, scorn. Given the instructor's temper, how could he not be furious?

"Ah!" The instructor roared, stamping his foot, sending dust swirling rapidly into the air.

"Oh, still got spirit, huh?" Fatty Lin muttered inwardly, his eyes narrowing into a cold glint. He hadn't used the 'Plucking Flower Finger' technique in a long time. With a spin, he evaded the instructor’s lunging attack, stamped his foot, and swiftly used the deflection principle from the Plucking Flower Finger to deliver a heavy blow to the instructor's back.

"Thud!" The instructor landed in a face-first sprawl, sputtering, "Ptooey, ptooey!" He spat out mouthfuls of dust, glanced at the surrounding students. The sight only intensified the boundless anger flooding his mind. Earlier, he hadn't thought of killing Fatty Lin, but now the situation was different.

"This is troublesome. The instructor is enraged; this is getting messy," Yang Yi observed the fury in the instructor's eyes and muttered to himself.

"Boss, if this continues, the instructor will surely have the second one kill him," Ye Xiaohou said gravely.

"Mmm..."

"Aaaargh—" The instructor shouted loudly, shaping his hands into a tiger's claw—clearly a martial art known as 'Tiger Descends the Mountain.'

"Damn it, is there no end to this?" Fatty Lin cursed, flashing aside. Before the instructor could complete his attack, his fist slammed into the instructor's stomach. "Ugh!" The instructor spewed a mouthful of bile; if he hadn't possessed some foundation, his internal organs might have followed.

"Hey, Instructor, just admit defeat. If we keep fighting, I'm afraid I might kill you," Fatty Lin called out to the instructor, who was clutching his stomach.

But the instructor stubbornly refused to concede, veins bulging on his forehead, staring at Fatty Lin with eyes full of rage, "Argh. —I will kill you."

"Crap. Is he getting serious?" Fatty Lin heard the threat, his voice carrying a distinct killing intent. He shot forward in an arrow-like sprint. "Bang!" A 'Sweeping Away a Thousand Armies' move sent the instructor sprawling, and he savagely stomped down on the instructor’s foot.

Immediately, a sound like a dying pig erupted as the instructor clutched his foot, howling continuously. At the same time, Fatty Lin seemed to hold nothing back; a cold glint flashed in his hand—clearly, this guy was now going all out.

Indeed, if the other party intends to kill you, why show mercy? Just as Fatty Lin prepared to use the dagger to end the instructor, Yang Yi’s voice rang out, "Fatty!"

"Stop!" As Yang Yi finished speaking, another unfamiliar voice cut through the air.

Instantly, the gaze of every student, including Yang Yi and Fatty Lin, shifted toward the group rushing toward them. Seeing the uniforms they wore, they were clearly officers.

"Surround them!" The newcomer, an officer of deputy rank, saw the instructor lying on the ground clutching his foot and the dagger in Fatty Lin's hand, and immediately barked an order to those behind him.

"Yes, sir!" Several green-uniformed soldiers instantly moved to surround Fatty Lin and the officer.

Fatty Lin remained silent, merely observing the deputy. In a swift movement, he pocketed the dagger. The deputy glanced at Fatty Lin, then back at the instructor, and asked, "Will someone please tell me what exactly is going on here?"

"Report... This man is a lunatic! He disregards military discipline and mocks his comrades, assaulting an instructor..." The instructor, clutching his foot in agony, addressed the deputy.

Hearing this, Fatty Lin truly regretted not having disabled the man earlier. However, the other students deeply despised the instructor; just moments ago, he had been putting on airs of authority, and now he had instantly transformed into a wretch more pitiful than a crawling caterpillar.

"Oh, is that so?" The deputy looked at Fatty Lin with surprise. Yesterday, he had personally witnessed this young man kill someone, and even his General hadn't paid him much heed. Thus, the deputy felt compelled to re-examine Fatty Lin. He vaguely sensed a connection between this young man and his General, so he asked again, "Is that how the events transpired?"

Fatty Lin said nothing. He knew he was ill-suited for this kind of situation, and given his naturally volatile temper, he chose silence.

"Hey, kid, didn't you hear our deputy asking you a question?" a green-uniformed soldier roared at Fatty Lin.

"This matter is quite simple," suddenly, a voice emerged from among the students.

Yang Yi, Ye Xiaohou, and Ye Junjun stepped forward. The incident unfolding was somewhat beyond their expectations as well. After stepping out, Yang Yi addressed the deputy, "The whole affair was simply caused by this instructor demanding a match with him."

As Yang Yi gestured toward the instructor on the ground and then toward Fatty Lin, the deputy’s brow furrowed. "A match?"

"Yes. Just now, this instructor explicitly told us that if the two of them sparred, regardless of what happened, even if he sustained any injury, it would be his own responsibility. He even asked us to be witnesses," Yang Yi said with a faint smile, though he felt a degree of distaste for the whole unnecessary spectacle. Still, he couldn't ignore what had happened.

"Is that truly the case?" the deputy asked, sounding half-convinced.

"Deputy, if you don't believe it, you can ask any of the students present." After speaking, Yang Yi added one more crucial detail, "The instructor said if we covered up the truth, we’d have to run a thousand laps around the field."

"Hmm?" The deputy narrowed his eyes and swept a gaze over the students.

The students quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes! It was the instructor who said they should fight."

Suddenly, the instructor's face turned ashen. He began to regret everything: why he chose Fatty Lin as an example to warn others, why he agreed to Fatty Lin's terms, why he had been so impulsive.

"Hmph, you are an instructor, yet you publicly provoke a student. Do you deserve to be an instructor?" The deputy let out a cold snort at the instructor on the ground, then waved his hand, signaling the green-uniformed soldiers to drag him away.

Yang Yi noticed the deputy’s fairness and gave him an extra look. However, the smile in his eyes remained inscrutable.

"What is your name?" The deputy suddenly asked Fatty Lin.

Fatty Lin paused, saw Yang Yi nod, and then responded, "Reporting, Officer, my name is Fatty Lin."

"Fatty Lin?" The deputy mused for a moment, then said, "Next time, I hope not to see any weapons in your hands. State regulations prohibit carrying arms."

"Uh!" Not only Fatty Lin but also Yang Yi looked momentarily stunned.

"You all remain where you are; a new instructor will be here shortly to lead you. I hope you all work hard and strive to be selected for real military training," the deputy said before walking away amidst the dumbfounded expressions of the students.