“Brother Chen, crush him! Give him a taste of his own humiliation!”

“Cutting the line at the cafeteria was bad enough, now he’s pulling disgusting stunts in the arena? Does he have no shame?!”

“Humiliate him hard! Get revenge for He Yu!”

As soon as Lin Zichen stepped onto the stage, his classmates shouted passionately.

Everyone knew about He Yu’s incident in the cafeteria. They also recognized the vest boy as one of the culprits and now the whole class was united in outrage.

“Qi Yue, step on his head!”

“I hate snitches the most! Beat him up good before you step on him!”

“Wreck him!”

The opposing class yelled back too, though only the same few who had cut the line with the vest boy joined in.

Both homeroom teachers were baffled, not understanding why the atmosphere had suddenly turned so hostile.

After asking around, they realized the tension came from the cafeteria incident.

The homeroom teacher of Second-Year Class 3 was frustrated. Those few students had always been trouble—cocky because of their martial strength, causing incidents since their first year—and were completely unmanageable.

Han Yuanfeng frowned slightly but said nothing.

When students have conflicts, the best solution is to settle it in the arena.

No need for him to interfere.

* * *

On stage, the vest boy looked at Lin Zichen with a mocking grin, “You could forfeit now and save yourself the trouble of getting stepped on later.”

In martial arts duels, forfeiting is considered shameful.

A true martial artist must have courage and fight with blood and spirit.

The boy said it just to show off and disgust Lin Zichen.

Lin Zichen ignored him and told the referee calmly, “We’re both in position. You can start the match.”

The referee nodded, raised his hand and chopped it down sharply, “Match, start!”

The instant he spoke, the vest boy stomped the floor and shot forward like an arrow.

He liked to boast before fights, but he never underestimated his opponents.

He always went all out.

Beat them down first, then gloat.

Whirr—

He closed the distance in a flash and lashed out with a vicious high side kick aimed straight at Lin Zichen’s head.

His speed and strength were so great that the kick sliced through the air with a faint sonic pop.

That kick could easily concuss or even knock out an average student on impact.

Smack!

A crisp sound echoed.

Lin Zichen didn’t even move his feet. He simply raised his hand and casually slapped the oncoming leg aside.

Then, grabbing the boy’s head, he slammed it straight down—boom!—face-first into the ground.

Finally, he stepped over him in humiliation and kicked him off the stage, ending the fight instantly.

The entire sequence flowed seamlessly, fast and clean—taking less than three seconds.

“...”

“I... lost?”

Down below, the vest boy sat dazed on the ground, forehead bleeding, nose dripping with blood, his expression one of utter disbelief.

He still hadn’t processed what had happened.

He remembered charging in and kicking—then everything went black as his face smashed into the floor.

His head throbbed and rang painfully; he probably had a concussion.

“What the hell just happened?!”

“Qi Yue ranked top five in our class and he got one-shotted?!”

“That handsome junior is that strong?!”

The students of Second-Year Class 3 were stunned, disbelief written all over their faces.

In contrast, the students of First-Year Class 1 remained calm.

They’d seen Lin Zichen’s strength before. This was nothing new.

“Another effortless win?” Han Yuanfeng narrowed his eyes, “This kid is definitely hiding his true power.”

He knew how strong the vest boy was—stronger than that black fat guy from before.

Yet Lin Zichen crushed him easily.

That meant he was still holding back.

Hearing this, Wang Shujie and Lu Gang stood frozen in awe.

‘Damn, Lin Zichen’s already this strong and he’s still not using his full power? Is he even human?’

Meanwhile, He Yu looked at Lin Zichen on the stage, then at the bleeding vest boy on the ground, his emotions tangled.

The same guy who humiliated me just got destroyed like nothing.

‘To think I used to act tough around Zichen at the start of the semester... what a joke.’

“Hanhan, your Zichen is way too amazing!”

Li Chuxin was in awe, her face full of admiration.

‘My Zichen?’

It was the first time Shen Qinghan had heard someone say that and it made her feel unexpectedly happy inside.

* * *

On stage, ignoring the crowd’s reactions, Lin Zichen stared at the group from Second-Year Class 3 and asked coolly, “Who’s next?”

His tone was calm, but his presence was suffocating.

The students who had cut the line with the vest boy all turned pale, already imagining their inevitable defeat.

Their earlier arrogance vanished, replaced by panic.

* * *

Half an hour later.

The remaining twenty-nine students of Class 3 had all fallen.

Every single one of them was defeated by Lin Zichen.

Each fight ended in seconds.

Those involved in the line-cutting were treated especially harshly—stepped on and kicked off the stage just like the vest boy.

All of them now sat on the floor, bleeding and dazed.

After finishing the final match, Lin Zichen focused on the void to check his Natural Selection progress.

[Achievement: In formal competitive settings, eliminate 1000 different opponents using the most primal form of biological competition.]

[Reward: Gain biological attribute—Natural Selection]

[Total Eliminations: 119/1000]

‘Only 119?’

He frowned at the number.

The Natural Selection achievement had appeared long before Social Animal, yet its progress lagged hundreds behind.

It was advancing far too slowly.

The reason was simple—he always fought last during class sparring sessions.

That wouldn’t do anymore.

His power far exceeded the high school level; he didn’t need to follow its rules.

He’d make his own.

Come Monday, he would go to the Academic Office and talk to the Principal.

He would challenge the entire school!