The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

Chapter 142: Chapter 95: Victory and Defeat (Part 2)

The two had yet to ascend the stage.

Up ahead.

At this moment, in Qin Jin’s eyes, a scene of thunder flashed by, and arcs of electricity flickered and sparked on his arm.

But in that instant.

He perceived something, and his eyes lowered slightly, dispersing everything.

He did not make a move.

Because…

Just as Ye Ping’an was preparing to act, the person closest to him moved first!

An Shi!

He was dressed in formal attire, with a maturity that belied his age, and just as Ye Ping’an was about to exert his strength, he reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder!

Then…

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The two came into close contact, the collision of life energy between martial artists resounded with ongoing booms.

The aura around Ye Ping’an grew more intense, while An Shi’s momentum was less apparent.

However, if someone were to sense with spiritual power, they would find that at this moment, though his face was as calm as a still lake, his physique contained lurking thunder, with power constantly being mobilized.

Up ahead.

Qin Jin and the other four watched this scene.

“Enough.”

An Shi looked directly at Ye Ping’an, and spoke: “Do you really want to make yourself a laughing stock?”

“It’s true that Wuyuan Academy supports duels between students, but those are battles fought on the stage openly. It does not support martial artists who attack their fellow students at any time.”

“Moreover, what he said wasn’t wrong.”

An Shi’s tone was calm: “When you can beat me and are no longer a loser, then challenge again.”

His voice echoed in the hall.

In his words.

The turbulent aura around Ye Ping’an diminished, and the burning spark in his eyes gradually faded.

He said nothing, just lowered his shoulders, shrugged off An Shi’s hand from his shoulder, and headed towards the exit.

Soon.

His figure disappeared inside the fighting arena.

On the spot.

An Shi withdrew his hand.

In his palm, there were faint burn marks, like scorch marks.

“Qin Jin.”

He turned back to look at Qin Jin, and said seriously: “My name is An Shi, from now on we’ll all be classmates. Please look after each other.”

Qin Jin nodded in response.

“I didn’t expect someone as impressive as you in our class.”

“Looking forward to having the chance to spar with you in the future.”

Seeing Qin Jin’s response, An Shi’s face broke into a friendly smile, and after leaving these words, he also walked towards the exit, his figure vanishing.

Inside the arena.

Only four people remained.

From afar.

Xie Wuya stepped closer, and just as he was about to approach, he let out a “hiss,” taking in a sharp breath.

It wasn’t because of pain from the wound, but rather from a glance around, his expression showed shock, and he suddenly exclaimed: “Something’s off, how come here now are three winners, and just me, a loser!”

With his voice, melodious laughter rang out.

Bai Huaiyu smiled gently: “Xie Wuya, how about you heal your wounds first before playing the chatterbox?”

“No rush, no rush.”

The lighthearted comment eased the previously tense atmosphere. Xie Wuya’s expression turned serious, and he looked at Qin Jin: “Qin Jin, thank you.”

“Thank me for what?”

Qin Jin’s voice was calm.

“Thank you for standing up for me.”

“He even said he doesn’t fight with losers.”

Imitating Ye Ping’an’s tone, he said: “Damn, such pretentious words, how could Ye Ping’an say them first?”

“He really knows how to show off.”

“I’ll be sure to come up with similar words next time I see him.”

“Then you’ve thanked the wrong person.”

Qin Jin’s tone was mild as he slowly said: “There’s a bit of you being more agreeable to my eye, but the main reason is…”

“I practice martial arts.”

“Not to watch others act recklessly in front of me.”

As his words fell.

For a moment, silence ensued.

Xie Wuya’s eyes widened, his mouth gaped, and he couldn’t help but raise his hand and clap, this youth who continuously suffered setbacks in martial arts, for the first time showed a sense of defeat from other aspects: “I take back my words.”

“Compared to Qin Jin, Ye Ping’an lost completely, in both words and martial arts.”

The atmosphere livened up.

After a compliment, Xie Wuya’s expression turned solemn, and he said seriously: “No matter what, you’ve offended Ye Ping’an because of me.”

“However, this guy has a fiery temper, but he doesn’t habitually ask his elders to step in, he usually resolves it himself.”

“An Shi has always been upright from a young age, without any bad temper.”

Upon hearing this.

Qin Jin asked: “Since An Shi can stop Ye Ping’an, do they have some other relationship besides being rivals?”

“Of course.”

Xie Wuya nodded seriously: “Ye Ping’an’s father, that Celestial Being senior, originally rose with the support of the An Family.”

“After that senior advanced to Martial Saint, he left the An Family, but they’ve maintained a great relationship, he returns every time the An Family patriarch celebrates his birthday.”

“Ye Ping’an and An Shi met under these circumstances and became what they are now.”

At this, his tone grew more earnest: “To my knowledge, although these two come from remarkable backgrounds, neither has the tendency to seek elders’ help after being beaten.”

“Looking across the Federation, no one dares to cause trouble at our Wuyuan Academy.”

“Qin Jin, if their elders really dare to target you over this, please contact me immediately.”

“Since this issue started because of me, Mingxin Dojo will naturally resolve it thoroughly.”

His tone was sincere, making a promise.

Qin Jin remained calm, and said: “I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s unnecessary.”

Upon hearing this, Xie Wuya wanted to say more, hesitated for a moment, but remained silent.

Qin Jin saw through his intentions.