Just as Su Chen was about to explain, Instructor Ling Yue continued.
"You haven’t reached the threshold of a quasi-martial artist yet, but this Cannon guy already has. It’s a good thing you managed to dodge his attacks several times, really a narrow escape. Why on earth did this guy target you? I have to get to the bottom of this, find out who’s targeting my student..."
Ling Yue’s mature and charming face was now covered with a serious expression.
"Uh... So Instructor Ling Yue thought I couldn’t handle that move just now. Never mind, in that case, I won’t reveal my true strength."
Su Chen thought to himself, then quickly said.
"Are you okay? Instructor Ling Yue, it’s all because I’m not strong enough, almost dragged you into this mess."
"Hehe, don’t worry, little brother Su Chen."
Ling Yue bit her lip, stretched out her slender, fair arm, and patted Su Chen’s shoulder, saying.
"I’m a graduate of Daxia First Martial Arts Academy, able to be your martial arts instructor. How could I not handle such a rogue student? Although Cannon has quasi-martial artist strength, there’s still a big gap between us. Even among quasi-martial artists, there’s a difference in strength. At the entire Lijiang First University Martial Arts Academy, if there’s a student I might not be confident in defeating, it would be only the dean’s personal disciple Meng Yao and that student named Fang Hao..."
Hearing this name again, Su Chen couldn’t help but feel curious.
There’s no doubt about Meng Yao’s strength; she’s a true martial artist and a Grandmaster’s personal disciple.
Su Chen thought that even if he didn’t hide his strength, he might not defeat Meng Yao unless using the eerie Bloodthirsty Demon Saber. But of course, he couldn’t use such a dangerous move on a girl who meant no harm to him.
As for Fang Hao, Su Chen felt he should be weaker than Meng Yao.
"Indeed, that student named Fang Hao hails from the Fang Family, one of the four great ancient martial families, and has already acquired advanced cultivation techniques. His true strength surpasses many instructors at the academy. Although he’s not yet a true martial artist, he might be on par with an ordinary junior martial artist. If it’s him targeting you, then that’s really troublesome."
Ling Yue couldn’t help but frown.
Soon after, members from the Blue Shield Bureau of Linjiang City arrived, along with the academy’s patrol team to handle the situation. Cannon was quickly taken away.
Su Chen and Ling Yue were also taken to the city’s Blue Shield Bureau for questioning.
However, after understanding the situation and checking the surveillance, the patrol team just asked Su Chen to sign a document and let him go.
After leaving the Blue Shield Bureau, it was already nine o’clock at night, and Ling Yue was waiting at the entrance.
"I heard you live in a small town outside the city. It’s already so late, and there are no buses. Why don’t you stay at my place for the night? It’s near the academy."
Ling Yue looked at Su Chen with concern, like an older sister looking at her younger brother.
"Ah... but wouldn’t that be inconvenient, Sister Ling Yue..."
"Hehe, by the way, from now on, just call me Sister Ling Yue, little brother. I’m not that much older than you. If you’re always so polite, how can we become friends?"
Ling Yue smiled slightly, charmingly flicked her red hair, then walked over to a motorcycle nearby. With a graceful posture, she lifted her long, beautiful leg and mounted the sleek red bike.
Sitting on the bike, Ling Yue motioned to Su Chen with her finger, saying.
"Uh... what kind of bike is this?"
Approaching the motorcycle, Su Chen couldn’t help but examine it curiously. The bike looked very cool, particularly the headlights — it seemed more suited for a man to ride a heavy machine .
But for Ling Yue, this thing was almost child’s play.
"This is a Ducati bike. I spent 600,000 to buy it."
Ling Yue smiled gently, appearing very calm.
"Ducati, huh? Never heard of it, I’ve only heard of Yadi."
Su Chen mumbled softly, then nervously walked to the side, saying.
"Well, I’m getting on, Sister Ling Yue. You have to drive slowly..."
Finishing his words, Su Chen carefully climbed aboard, taking a deep breath of the alluring woman’s fragrance in front of him, and cautiously grabbed the handrail beside him.
Ling Yue glanced at Su Chen, then handed him a helmet, saying.
"But you have to wear this, or we’ll be fined."
Su Chen nodded, then obediently put on the helmet.
Ling Yue also put on a blue helmet, but her prominent red hair was too conspicuous; the helmet couldn’t contain it. When the motorcycle started, her red hair danced freely, gently brushing against Su Chen’s face.