Chapter 50: Crushing You from the Moral High Ground

Lin Fan smiled faintly, standing there with an air of calm, and with a slight shrug of his shoulders, he took the triple axe strike from Hu Ben head-on.

"Not bad, not bad. Triple force, each layer thicker than the last, a triple burst—ordinary people probably couldn't withstand it." A harmless smile appeared on Lin Fan's face.

"Ding, congratulations, 'Indestructible Demon Body' experience +3000."

When the triple force invaded his body, Lin Fan's limbs and bones felt utterly comfortable, converting the force into experience.

"How is that possible?" Hu Ben's expression changed as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him. His triple axe strike had been taken head-on by this guy's physical body—how could that be?

The thirteen students of Class D had originally closed their eyes in reluctance, but now, seeing this, they gasped in surprise.

"Teacher, awesome!"

"Teacher is amazing!"

Students from other grades also frowned, finding it unbelievable.

Lin Fan smiled faintly, his fingers caressing Hu Ben's two blade axes as if stroking a tender chrysanthemum, his nails gently scraping against them.

"Triple Axe Strike, a decent technique, but you haven't mastered it yet. What a pity," Lin Fan said, shaking his head.

The 'Flower-Touching Chrysanthemum-Stroking Finger' was instantly activated, and the two blade axes in Hu Ben's hands hummed and vibrated. The subtle force made Hu Ben's expression change as he suppressed the axes.

"Hmph, I underestimated you," Hu Ben said, looking at Lin Fan with a grave expression. Now he knew this guy was no simple character.

Indeed, if he dared to invite the four of them on stage, without some backing, no one would be that foolish.

Now Lin Fan looked at the group of students who had cheered for Hu Ben earlier, saying with regret and concern, "As his students, I worry about your future."

Hitting someone without hitting the face—Lin Fan had repelled Hu Ben with one move and seized the opportunity to give a good lecture.

"Bastard, don't talk nonsense!" Hu Ben's face flushed as red as pig liver, and he raised his axes to strike Lin Fan.

Lin Fan shook his head, directly ignoring him. "Without your axes, what can you use to fight me?"

"What did you say?" Hu Ben was startled, even more furious, but at that moment, the two originally intact blade axes emitted a creaking sound and then shattered inch by inch.

"How is this possible?" Hu Ben stared at his empty hands, then at the pile of fragments on the ground, and flew into a rage. "You dare destroy my weapon? I'll fight you to the death!"

"Tiger Roar Fist!"

Hu Ben roared, his fists covered in true essence, like twin tigers roaring, striking with imposing momentum.

"Alas, as a guiding light for students, losing is not scary, but not daring to admit it is. Without even the heart to face victory and defeat, how can one teach better students? Utterly disappointing." Lin Fan said with great pain, then looked at the students below. "I feel heartbroken for your future."

The students who had cheered for their teacher earlier now fell silent at Lin Fan's words, not knowing how to respond.

"Bastard, you..." Hu Ben's face was red with rage, and he increased the force in his fists.

"Teacher, be careful!" Liu Shuishui exclaimed.

Lin Fan smiled faintly. "No worries. Evil never prevails over good. As the mind expands, so does the world."

"Go to hell!" Hu Ben's fists slammed into Lin Fan's body, sending a cloud of dust rising from the ground.

"Ding, congratulations, 'Indestructible Demon Body' experience +2000."

Lin Fan looked at Hu Ben and shook his head regretfully. Can't you be a bit more powerful? Facing four million experience, adding a few thousand at a time—when will this ever end?

"Teacher Hu, your cultivation is still lacking," Lin Fan said, shaking his head with great regret.

"The Immovable Imperial Fist."

"Bang..."

Lin Fan moved lightly, throwing a casual punch at Hu Ben's body. Hu Ben, with an expression of disbelief, was sent flying.

The thirteen students of Class Ding, watching the arena, had long since shifted from initial worry to stunned amazement.

They had not expected their teacher to be so strong, so powerful that the teacher from Class B had no room to counter.

"Teacher, awesome!" Zhu You and the others shouted excitedly.

Lin Fan waved his hand and said seriously, "The first lesson I teach you today is this: winning or losing is not frightening; what is frightening is the inability to accept the outcome. On the path of cultivation, only by facing setbacks can one rise from despair and reach new heights. Teacher Hu cannot face his own failure, so his achievements in cultivation will not be great. As my disciples, you must never harbor such a mindset. Do you understand?"

"Teacher, we understand. We will never be like Teacher Hu," the thirteen students said in unison.

"Good, you are teachable." Lin Fan nodded with great satisfaction.

At that moment, Lin Fan's glorious image grew ever taller in the hearts of the thirteen students. Originally, they had only thought their teacher was formidable, but now they felt that Teacher Lin was a guide in their moments of confusion, a god leading them out of their predicament.

Even the students watching the match below began to experience subtle changes deep within their hearts.

"This teacher is extraordinary."

"How does Class Ding have such a teacher? What he said seems very reasonable."

...

Hu Ben, who had been knocked off the stage by Lin Fan, heard Lin Fan's words and was so enraged that he spat blood—this was a fit of fury.

He had never imagined that after years as a teacher, he would be lectured by someone, and in front of so many students. How could he ever establish a dignified image before his students in the future?

In the Great Yan Dynasty, those who had reached a certain level of cultivation and wished to advance further had no choice but to join a sect and receive comprehensive instruction.

But there were also those who preferred to be the head of a chicken rather than the tail of a phoenix, staying in the academy to teach students, seeking that feeling of being above others.

Huben's defeat shocked Liu Qingfeng and the others, making them feel that this was truly unbelievable.

Although the four of them were all at the fifth level of the Innate Realm, in a one-on-one fight, Huben was slightly superior.

Now that even Huben had lost, they had even less hope.

At that moment, the three began to waver; if they lost later, they didn't know how humiliated they would be in front of the students.

"Now it's your turn, the three of you. You can make your moves," Lin Fan said calmly.

Liu Qingfeng and the other two exchanged glances, then Liu Qingfeng stepped forward and cupped his hands, "Teacher Lin, you are more skilled. We three concede. Let this matter end here."

Lin Fan looked at the three, frowning slightly. This wasn't going as planned; logically, they should have fought to the death for their dignity. Why were they conceding so quickly?

If they conceded, how could he establish his glorious image in front of the students? No, absolutely not.

"Teacher Liu, Teacher Jun, Teacher Li, once on the martial stage, only one can stand. A person must be broad-minded, so I won't press too hard. But you insulted my Ding-class students. I believe a teacher should have the courage to admit mistakes and set an example for their students. So you should apologize to my students," Lin Fan said unhurriedly.

"What?" Liu Qingfeng and the others were shocked. That was impossible; how could a teacher apologize to students? Such a thing had never happened in history.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, frowned slightly, and a medium-grade longsword appeared in his hand. "Alas, how disappointing. No one is a sage, and everyone makes mistakes. Without the courage to face mistakes, how can one teach students?" Lin Fan sighed, then looked at the students below.

"You... and you... and you... Perhaps every student here has been right at some point, but when faced with the authority of a teacher, you had to abandon your truth. Have you ever experienced this?" At this moment, Lin Fan felt his eloquence improving; he was ladling out chicken soup for the soul in large gulps, and these grand principles came effortlessly. Strength was merely superficial suppression; only by standing on the highest moral ground could one crush everything without expending a single soldier.

"Have you ever?" Lin Fan looked at the students below, his tone suddenly rising.

The students below were struck by these words, their hearts impacted. The long-sealed memories quietly opened under Lin Fan's words.