The moment Feng Ji made his move, Feng Na, opposite him, jumped up in alarm. She saw Feng Ji’s fingers, strong and rigid like iron hooks, shooting toward Li Yundong’s shoulder, and she shrieked, “Be careful!”
If Feng Na could react, how could Li Yundong not? He shifted sideways, and Feng Ji’s fingers snagged against the Seven Treasures Spirit-Guiding Fan strapped to his back.
Feng Ji felt only a jarring hardness where his fingers struck, faintly echoing the sound of metal impacting steel. As he felt a wave of surprise and confusion, wondering what on earth the object strapped to Li Yundong’s back was, a sudden flash of light erupted from the cloth bundle behind Li Yundong.
Li Yundong’s heart clenched. Not good, he thought; the Seven Treasures Spirit-Guiding Fan was protecting its master on its own!
In an instant, the cloth strips on Li Yundong’s back were ripped to shreds. The Fan, nearly as tall as a person, instantly shredded the fabric that contained it into countless pieces. It burst free from its restraint, its blades snapping open with a shua sound, unfurling like a peacock’s tail. The friction of the blades created a sharp, metallic clang!
The students in the cafeteria suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of murderous intent wash over them, so intense it stole their breath. They felt as if they had been instantly transported to an ancient battlefield, surrounded by a raging gale. Mixed with the wind was the terrifying sound of scraping metal, like countless soldiers ceaselessly drawing the swords at their waists!
Once fully open, the blades of the Seven Treasures Spirit-Guiding Fan began to spin at an incredible velocity. Golden Sanskrit characters ignited and danced around the perimeter of the Fan, appearing both dazzling and deeply solemn.
The surrounding students were simply stunned into silence. Even Feng Ji’s mind stalled in shock. “Wh-what is this?”
After spinning at high speed, the Fan’s blades showed no hesitation and cleaved down toward Feng Ji with full force!
Li Yundong cried out in alarm. He knew that if the spinning blades of the Seven Treasures Spirit-Guiding Fan struck Feng Ji, the man would instantly be reduced to a pulp! Being hit by the edge of the rapidly rotating blades was no different from being struck by a chainsaw!
But time moved faster than speech. Li Yundong struck out like lightning, precisely gripping the tail end of the Fan’s spine. He sank his weight and exerted tremendous force, desperately trying to halt the downward momentum of the Treasure Fan as it swung!
Yet the Fan possessed immense inherent power and terrifying momentum. Li Yundong couldn't stop its trajectory immediately. Seeing the edge of the blade about to strike Feng Ji, he roared, twisted his waist, and pivoted his foot, forcefully redirecting the straight downward chop into an oblique slash. The Seven Treasures Spirit-Guiding Fan whistled past Feng Ji’s cheek and shoulder.
Feng Ji only felt a rushing wind howling past his ears, like countless blades were slicing down around him. He was terrified to the core, not daring to move or react in the slightest, lest any small movement turn him into sliced meat!
After redirecting the Fan, Li Yundong pivoted his foot again and wrenched his waist sharply. Utilizing the Fan’s downward momentum, he flung it powerfully backward, and in the same motion, forced all the individual blades to snap shut again with a crisp shua.
From the Fan’s initial chop to Li Yundong’s grab, twist, and swing—these few lightning-fast movements were too quick for anyone’s eyes to track. Residual afterimages of the burning golden script even lingered in the air, resembling special effects in a movie, leaving observers dizzy and their scalps tingling with shock!
When the final metallic friction sound—Zheng—died away, everyone in the cafeteria felt the whistling sound in the air vanish instantly. The afterimages of the burning golden text slowly faded. They remained seated or standing, staring blankly at Li Yundong, unable to utter a single word, as if struck by a paralysis spell.
It wasn’t until Li Yundong slammed the Seven Treasures Spirit-Guiding Fan down onto the ground with a heavy thud, sending a jolt through their bodies and making their soles tingle, that they snapped out of their daze like waking from a dream.
Feng Ji stared at Li Yundong, speechless. His eyes were wide, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. He stammered, “Y-you… who exactly are you?”
Li Yundong glared at Feng Ji, suppressed anger boiling within him. Although his temperament was gradually growing steadier and more tolerant, this didn't mean he could tolerate limitless provocation. Especially the incident just now; if he hadn’t reacted quickly, Feng Ji would have been cleaved to death by the Fan’s automatic defense. If Feng Ji had died, and Li Yundong hadn't even passed his Heavenly Tribulation yet, he would have killed someone with a magical artifact—wouldn't the heavens immediately send down lightning to strike him dead? If he died, what about Su Chan?
Li Yundong snorted coldly through his nose, his voice deep and muffled, like muffled thunder from the clouds, causing a sharp pain in the chests of everyone in the cafeteria, as if they had been punched: “As a freshman, I suggest you learn to behave! Don’t mistake being ignorant for being fearless!”
With that, Li Yundong lost his appetite, hoisted the Seven Treasures Spirit-Guiding Fan onto his shoulder, and strode toward the exit.
For a moment, the cafeteria was terrifyingly silent. Though packed with people, not a single cough broke the stillness. Every eye followed Li Yundong until he was gone. Only then did the cafeteria return to its usual clamor, the students erupting in excited chatter.
“Damn, what was that just now? That was too awesome, too shocking! It was just like watching computer CG—so powerful!”
“So that thing he carries on his back is actually a giant black iron fan! Holy crap, Dawn used one in Bodyguards and Assassins, but compared to Li Yundong’s, his is a complete joke! Not impressive at all!”
“Jeez, he cracked the floor just by slamming that thing down. How heavy must that fan be?”
“I’d guess at least a few dozen pounds, maybe a hundred? Judging by the sound, it must be solid steel! Strong, so strong!”
The students argued excitedly, their faces flushed with adrenaline. But suddenly, a piercing crack echoed from the dining table beside the still-dazed Feng Ji.
Immediately following, with a loud rumble, the solid marble tabletop split into two pieces and collapsed.
The cafeteria fell silent again, only to erupt seconds later, nearly blowing the roof off the place!
“Holy crap, that’s exaggerated! What the hell was that?”
“Damn, it looks like the Fan blades severed it while spinning like a wheel!”
“No way, this is even more dramatic than the movies!”
The upperclassmen discussed it with wild excitement, while the freshmen stood dumbfounded, barely able to believe their eyes. Some of them finally understood why the upperclassmen revered Li Yundong like a deity, treating him as the school’s sole, unparalleled legend!
“So the bastard really is a living legend!”
“Whoa, that was way over the top!”
“Crap, I even badmouthed him. I… I offended him. Is my entire four years of college ruined? Should I transfer?”
The freshmen murmured nervously. The upperclassmen took the opportunity to lecture them: “You youngsters don’t know any better, True Master Li won’t hold it against you!”
“True Master Li?”
“Yes, didn't you know Li Yundong has an affiliated sect here?”
“What? Li Yundong has a sect here? Which one? I want to join!”
“The Divine Fist Gate! You wish to enter, noble patron? Simple. Just fill out this form, pay a two-hundred entry fee, and you can become an apprentice under True Master Li. Then, brothers everywhere are brothers, your parents are my parents, your brothers are my brothers, your wives are my wives…”
“Get lost, you bald donkey! Our True Master Li is a Daoist master; you sham monk crawl away! Divine Fist Gate? Didn’t you hear at the school gate that there are actually Divine Fist organizations in this world? And one from Kowloon, Hong Kong, no less! Be careful they don’t sue you for infringement!”
“Ahem, esteemed Daoist friend, pay no mind to the nonsense that bald donkey was spouting. This humble monk is the Chief Senior Disciple of True Master Li, fully authorized to accept disciples on his behalf…”
“Um, may I timidly ask, is there an entry fee?”
“Of course not. Our sect requires no entry fee. You just need to post a picture of your… chest measurements before initiation…”
“Uh, my measurements are 36D, 25, 36. Can I join now?”
“What? 36D? Yes, yes! Absolutely! With such generous rongnai—ahem, capacity—yes!”
“Mine are 32B, 25, 34. Can I join?”
“What? 32B? No, no! This student, you really should drink more papaya milk tea. You’re so skinny you look like a number 2 pencil!”
“Why not! I protest! You are judging people based on chest size; this is discrimination, this is an infringement of human rights!”
“Student, flat chests have no human rights! Next!”
“Damn it, you bastard disciple, what’s your name? How dare you flirt in public!”
“Amitabha, this humble one is Li Yi. Noble patron, what is your intention? Be careful, I have many Christian brothers here, and Allah the True God will bring judgment upon you!”
“Damn it, he can’t even keep his own religions straight. No wonder he was locked up! How did you get out? Brothers, grab him and send him to the police station!”
The cafeteria descended into absolute chaos. Feng Na glanced at the stunned Feng Ji, grabbed her small bag, and chased after Li Yundong.
“Hey, wait for me!” Feng Na ran a few steps; she had just finished eating and was already a little breathless.
Li Yundong stopped, turned to look at her, and said helplessly, “Miss, what instructions do you have now?”
Feng Na said, “Rehearsal tomorrow afternoon in the small auditorium. You must remember to come!”
Li Yundong forced a wry smile. “You really have me cornered, don't you? Fine, I’m scared of you. I’ll be there!”
Feng Na finally relaxed, smiling. “I knew you were a gentleman; a promise made is hard to take back!”
Li Yundong waved his hand. “Alright, stop flattering me. I’ll do what I promised!” Saying this, he hoisted the Seven Treasures Spirit-Guiding Fan and turned to leave.
Feng Na stood rooted to the spot, watching Li Yundong walk away. For some reason, she suddenly had a feeling: she felt as if she had never truly known or understood this boy. Ever since the first moment she saw him at the Taekwondo Club, he had been slowly drifting away from her perception, drifting away from the familiar world around her.
Feng Na recalled the shocking and breathtaking scene in the cafeteria and let out a long sigh.