Chapter Twelve: So Fair!

Cheng Feng lost his balance and fell forward, landing on top of the girl beneath him. She struggled desperately, and from under him came Qiu Ling’s voice, full of frustration and a touch of pitiable charm.

As he lay there, Cheng Feng realized he was pressing against something, and instantly jolted with awareness. He quickly propped himself up with his arms, trying to stand.

The crowd below the stage, having witnessed this scene, stared in shock. In the front row, a group of newly arrived male trainees erupted in a chorus of incredulous curses.

“Damn, this guy is bold beyond belief, he actually dared to knock down his junior sister in public!”

“What the hell is he doing?!”

“I can’t believe it!”

Cheng Feng, hearing their ignorant shouting, felt the urge to swear. He was clearly innocent.

Qiu Ling, uncomfortable from being pinned, fought with all her might to escape from beneath Cheng Feng. Her white training uniform was already loose, and her frantic movements caused part of the front to pull open, revealing a glimpse as dazzling as sunlight breaking through the night, exposing a snowy hill beneath the darkness.

My God!

Cheng Feng’s spirits soared; as he was halfway up, this wintery scene appeared perfectly before his eyes.

So white!

A sudden question leaped into his mind—so when girls wear training uniforms, do they not wear that underneath? Or was this girl someone who liked seeking excitement?

Cheng Feng’s indescribable expression caught Qiu Ling’s attention, and she instantly cried out in alarm, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as she hurriedly rearranged the front of her uniform.

Because of the angle, only Cheng Feng saw what had happened.

But in front of everyone, such a loss of face…

The more Qiu Ling thought about it, the more wronged she felt, her anger mounting. She sniffled and sat at the center of the ring, sobbing.

Cheng Feng stood nearby, offering no comfort; after all, she was the one who provoked him in the first place.

Meanwhile, the group of new male trainees below the stage were so enraged they seemed ready to jump up.

“How dare he bully Junior Sister Qiu Ling—don’t stop me, I’m going up to challenge him!”

“Unforgivable, I’ll skin him alive to console our sister’s wounded heart!”

“Don’t be afraid, Junior Sister! I’m here! I’ll draw a circle to curse him!”

Cheng Feng, growing annoyed, simply raised a middle finger at them, showing his contempt.

Suddenly, a string of applause echoed through the hall, silencing everyone.

Cheng Feng turned to the source and saw the applause came from a tall blonde woman standing beside Liu Shiyu.

The blonde was around twenty-eight, at least one meter seventy-three in height—a striking figure among women. She wore a camouflage military coat and boots. Her radiant golden hair flowed down, crowned with a military cap, beneath which her eyes shone sharply. A lady’s cigarette hung from her lips, her bearing noble and bold.

Her posture was steady, her aura dashing, exuding the presence of a commanding woman. Her beautiful face carried a unique heroic charm.

Yan Ruoying—this was the teacher Liu Shiyu had mentioned, one of the three top combatants of the Human Association, a veteran of the decisive battle from the Great Human Catastrophe ten years ago.

Thanks to her unique swordsmanship and the power to control light, the government had granted her the codename [Lightspeed Sword].

“Not bad, kid. With no foundation in martial arts, facing a stronger opponent, you managed to think of using your body weight to win.” Yan Ruoying praised him without reservation.

Cheng Feng was so embarrassed by her words that he wished he could disappear.

Qiu Ling, after crying for a while and seeing no one come to support her, felt even more humiliated. She quickly wiped her tears, jumped down from the ring, squeezed past her seniors, and ran away.

Yan Ruoying paid no mind, waving her hand for the trainees to disperse and return to their practice.

Jiang He seemed about to say something but ultimately left angrily with the others.

Yan Ruoying then turned to Liu Shiyu beside her and asked, “Is this the newcomer the president especially instructed us to recruit for the association? What’s his name?”

“Cheng Feng,” Liu Shiyu replied. “I’d like to put him under your training, so he can improve quickly. With his aptitude, I believe he can reach the [Elite] level.”

“[Elite] level? You mean this kid?” Yan Ruoying glanced at Cheng Feng, laughing bluntly. “I can’t guarantee that. You know how strict my training is. If he’s too fragile and gets crippled, what then?”

Hearing himself belittled, Cheng Feng jumped down from the ring and approached, refusing to back down. “Please don’t underestimate me. Once I make up my mind, no obstacle is insurmountable.”

Liu Shiyu pleaded, “Teacher, the [Parade of a Hundred Demons] is drawing closer. You know how terrifying the danger is. The association needs more strength. Please give him a chance.”

Upon hearing the term ‘Parade of a Hundred Demons,’ Yan Ruoying seemed to recall something, her brows furrowing as she pondered for a couple of seconds, her gaze settling once again on Cheng Feng.

“You’re Cheng Feng, aren’t you? One last warning: if you accept my training, and end up crippled or dead, no one will be held responsible.”

“Of course,” Cheng Feng’s eyes were unwavering.

He’d already made up his mind. In this world overrun by monsters and supernatural powers, he had to grow stronger. He couldn’t remain a mere foot soldier, destined to be casually dispatched by monsters someday.

Yan Ruoying gazed at the resolve in his eyes and chuckled, “I am Yan Ruoying, your instructor from now on. Wish yourself luck.

I’m also curious why the president singled you out. If you truly wish to grow stronger, you can come find me at the training hall anytime from tomorrow.”

…

Night fell, and the full moon hung high in the sky.

Clouds massed, hinting at an ominous sign.

A blue sedan moved along the city roads.

Seated in the passenger seat, gazing out at the city’s glittering lights, Cheng Feng suddenly asked, “The [Elite] level you just talked about—what does it mean? Are there ranking levels in the association?”

“Right, I forgot to mention,” Liu Shiyu replied, keeping her eyes on the road as she steered. “The demon hunters in the association are divided into four levels: Intern, Regular, Elite, and Ace. The difference in strength between each level is huge.”

She paused, then continued, “Let’s not talk about the Intern and Regular levels. As for [Elite], anyone who reaches that level is already a top-tier fighter, able to take on large monsters solo.”

Cheng Feng asked, “What about the Ace level?”

Liu Shiyu explained, “Ace fighters are so powerful they can face entire armies of monsters. Their combat strength is immense. Across the entire human government, there are only three such people.”

Cheng Feng grasped the basics, rubbing his chin. He realized just how weak he currently was, likely not even reaching the threshold for the Intern level.

He asked another question, “And what is this [Parade of a Hundred Demons] you mentioned…”

Just as he was inquiring, Cheng Feng’s expression suddenly changed.

Liu Shiyu turned to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I smell vampires. I have the [Bloodline Constitution]; I could never mistake it! It’s Jiang Qian, that monster! She’s here, the location…”

Cheng Feng’s brow furrowed deeply, his voice tense.

“She’s at my home. Hurry back to the apartment—my father and sister are in danger!”

ps: I don’t know if including some risqué scenes will keep readers. If you want to see the main storyline, I’ll cut down on daily life bits.

This chapter kept getting locked; I revised it several times before it finally passed.

I’m a complete newcomer, and I really need readers to give feedback and leave comments, otherwise I have no motivation and don’t even know what my shortcomings are.