Good news: I transmigrated and became a student in a high-martial world.
Bad news: My vitality score is 0.7, dead last in the entire school, and I’m about to be expelled.
Even worse news: The school bully and his gang have cornered me in an alley. He can punch a bull to death.
But I’m not worried at all. In fact, I want to ask him:
“Have you ever seen what it looks like when a ballpoint pen pierces the third cervical vertebra?”
Scene one: He’s roaring. He’s charging.
Jiang Han: Sidestep, slide, pen tip in flesh.
Result: The school bully hits the ground, paralyzed from head to toe.
The dean: “An accident! It was absolutely an accident!”
Scene two: He’s jeering. He’s showing off.
Jiang Han: Mixes cleaning products, scatters talcum powder.
Result: A Level Three martial artist falls in a shipping container and gets a concussion.
Gu Qingxue: “The way he kills people has a strangely twisted beauty to it...”
Jiang Han: Don’t fall for me. I’m just a war machine without feelings.
