"Hahahaha!"

Hua Hua kept smiling after leaving the arena, without stopping.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Fan looked at Hua Hua with a look of disgust.

"No, you didn't see their expressions back then, they looked like they'd eaten shit, ahahaha—" Hua Hua almost choked from laughing, and after catching her breath, she said, "Especially that Annie, anyone who didn't know better would have thought she'd become a widow on the spot, ahahaha—"

"Let's go quickly." Zhang Fan wasn't interested in going to the mecha simulation training room anymore; he could go another day. Right now, he just wanted to go back to the F training camp dormitory.

"Hehe, we made a fortune this time!" Hua Hua said with a beaming smile. "With odds of 1 to 10, nobody expected you to win!"

“I know you got half of the winnings,” Zhang Fan said. Although he wasn’t interested in money now, living in Ryan without money would still cause many inconveniences.

"No, no, no, the money you won is yours. Just treat me to a meal." Hua Hua shook her head, her face beaming. "I saw how confident you were back then, so I gritted my teeth and bet all my food money from the past few months. Now I've earned 20,000 gold coins, hehe!"

The two bickered and joked their way back to the F training camp dormitory area, unaware that the entire academy's aristocratic class was in an uproar that night.

This was the first time a commoner had challenged the authority of a nobleman, and had defeated him in a manner that bordered on "massacre."

"How despicable! He actually launched a sneak attack!"

"Yes, otherwise Barkley would never have lost!"

Inside the fighting arena, there were still some noble children who hadn't left. Barkley's two henchmen were particularly indignant, attributing Barkley's crushing defeat to the opponent's lack of martial ethics.

However, few of the other noblemen responded, because the referee had already announced the start of the fight, so it could not be considered a sneak attack; at most, it was just that Barkley reacted too slowly.

Moreover, they knew that Barkley's reaction was not slow. In previous matches, there were many instances where opponents tried to ambush Barkley at the start, but Barkley had always managed to thwart them. This time, their defeat could only mean that their opponent's speed was too fast, and Barkley's reaction could not keep up.

Barkley is still unconscious. The school doctor has already examined him and said that he only suffered some sprains and ligaments, nothing serious, and there is no danger to his life.

Many aristocratic children and classmates came to visit Barkley, but the female student named Annie was notably absent.

It is said that she was so angry in the stands that she almost fainted. Her face turned red and white, and she stomped her foot and left without even glancing at Barkley, who was unconscious in the stands.

They say bitches are heartless, and it's true.

From that night on, Zhang Fan, the transfer student, lived up to Dean Erwin's expectations, offending the entire aristocratic class on his very first day of school.

The challenge from the commoners to the nobles was just the trigger; what was more important was what he said later.

Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?

No one knows how this sentence came about, because it was said by Zhang Fan to the instructors and referees, but the instructors and referees were not such bored and gossipy people.

I really don't know which bored gossip was spreading this around.

"I'm telling you something, but don't tell anyone else," said the class monitor of Class 1, Grade 3, who had overheard the conversation while placing bets for Zhang Fan at the ringside. "Back then, Brother Fan's eyes were wide with rage, like a demon god descending to earth, as he roared at Barkley, 'Are kings and generals born with a special destiny?'"

"Barkley was so frightened that he was paralyzed with fear and wet himself."

"Fan Ge then spun around in mid-air and unleashed a 720-degree sweeping leg kick, delivering forty-eight kicks in a single second. Instantly, the entire ring was filled with the shadows of his feet, sending Barkley flying!"

"Squad Leader Hua, isn't 77 supposed to be 49? You seem..." asked a civilian student who was not present at the scene or who was unable to witness this moment up close from the stands.

"What do you know!" The class monitor, Hua, blushed. "If you had kicked Barkley one more time, he would have been killed, you know?! Do you understand?! Do you still want to listen?"

"Oh, oh, oh!" The civilian student nodded repeatedly, feeling ashamed of his ignorance. "Class monitor, please continue."

Whether noble or commoner, no one is ever short of a talent for gossip.

No matter how exaggerated the story is, it's easier to accept that Barkley was kicked forty-eight times before being sent flying, rather than being kicked away with one kick.

This process was truly magical.

There were no fewer than a thousand people in the fighting arena at the time, but very few actually witnessed the entire fight. It was over in the blink of an eye.

Those students who didn't go to the fighting arena would naturally ask the students who returned. These students couldn't say that they didn't see anything while they were distracted, so they could only make things up!

If one person says it, it's skeptical; but when dozens or hundreds of people say it, it's the truth.

"Let me tell you, although I don't know who leaked this information, it has been verified by multiple sources and is absolutely true!"

"Zhang Fan, a transfer student from Class 1, Grade 3 of Camp F, was possessed by the God of War Shura at the time, and kicked Barkley away in an instant with his Shadowless Kick!"

In short, it's outrageous!

The most sensational rumors, however, circulated within the academy's elite circle. This was especially true among the female students who outwardly greeted Annie with smiles but secretly schemed against her, taking their gossip to the extreme.

They vividly recounted events such as Barkley being kicked and crippled by a civilian student from Class 1, Grade 3 of the F Training Camp, and Annie becoming a widow on the spot, as if they were the school doctor who examined Barkley's physical condition.

It's getting more and more outrageous.

Anne was furious.

But there's no way to explain this kind of thing. The more you explain, the worse it gets. Are you going to perform a public demonstration of creating a live person to prove that Barkley isn't useless or something?

The news has caused a sensation throughout the entire college.

Furious, Anne had no choice but to seek help from the highest echelons of the academy's elite circle.

Even among nobles, there are still different classes within the nobility, and the differences between these classes are vast.

Anne's father was a viscount, a rank higher than Barkley's father, a baron. That's why Barkley was so eager to hang around Anne, and that's why Anne didn't even glance at him after his defeat in the duel, treating him like trash.

"Waaaaah..." Annie knelt before the student council president, sobbing, "Lady Alice, please, please do justice for me! I've been bullied like this by a commoner! Waaaaah..."

The student dormitory area of ​​Camp A at Lane Military Academy has many detached villas, among which one has the most beautiful environment. It is surrounded by water on three sides, and the lake is like a crescent moon, hence the name "Crescent Villa".

"Crescent Villa" is the private property of Marquis Charles of the Duchy of Ryan. The Marquis Charles family is second only to the royal family of the Duke of Ryan in Ryan.

Apart from female students, no male is allowed to set foot in "Crescent Villa" without permission, not even the academy's teachers.

Inside the tea room of "New Moon Villa," Charlie Alice reclined on the sofa like a lazy kitten, gently blowing on the rich aroma of tea in her white porcelain cup. Her eyes always held a hint of a smile as she glanced around, seemingly indifferent to everything.

Alice's languidness exuded a charm unlike any other girl. Anne knelt on the ground, barely daring to breathe. If she hadn't been driven mad with anger, she wouldn't have come to "Crescent Villa" to find this dangerous woman.

"Although the Barkley family members are quite annoying, they are, after all, nobles."

Alice smiled slightly and took a sip of tea.

"Ordinary people must recognize their own identity!"

"Tell me, what's the name of that insubordinate fellow?"