The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 216 - 138: Three bows and nine kowtows, my master’s surname is Han_2

Upon confirming that Renwo Kuang, who was behind him, had a hole stabbed in his belly and a terrifying gash on his shoulder.

His mouth slowly widened, his face filled with disbelief.

"You, you, you... who lost and who won?"

"In response to the mentor’s question," Renwo Kuang dropped his gaze and said respectfully: "Assistant Han is indeed formidable, and I admit defeat."

"You actually lost? How is that possible!"

The fat on Hong Li’s face trembled, and his wine-nosed face nearly reached ten centimeters from Renwo Kuang. He couldn’t help but yell:

"Muscle Zombie is so fierce, how could he have been defeated so easily!"

"Yes indeed..."

Another old woman wondered:

"Don’t think we don’t know, you still have the active ability ’Explosive Muscle’, which you never used before."

"As long as you have this ability, Muscle Zombie’s fighting power can skyrocket."

"Not only are you the current number one in the North Campus, but you are also an outstanding existence among all others. Very few can compete with you at the top rank."

"Under these circumstances, you actually said that you lost?"

"Do the elders suspect that Assistant Han promised me something so that I conceded the match willingly?"

Renwo Kuang was tall and imposing, so he always spoke with his head lowered regardless of who he was conversing with.

While facing the well-respected senior academy members, he dropped all pretense of modesty and insisted:

"I swear on my name that Assistant Han did not resort to any deceitful means. He defeated me in a fair match."

"He is the most incredible warrior I have ever met; not only was he sharp-witted, but he even managed to counter-attack with his frail frame."

"From the beginning to the end, while it seemed that I had the upper hand, I was actually the one being manipulated. My eventual defeat was not rigged in the slightest."

Upon this declaration, the eleven elders, no matter how many questions they might have had, simultaneously fell silent.

Their gaze shifted between the two. When they looked at each other, they could not hide their astonishment.

"The result has been decided. Elders, please do not continue to inquire."

"To believe or not, it is entirely up to you. I have nothing more to add."

"As for how I won, I have asked Renwo Kuang to keep it a secret. Surely you aren’t going to torture him just to get the result, are you?"

Ye Hanjun blinked at Jiang Yongnian, admirably composed.

Upon finishing his statement, he took Renwo Kuang and began to walk away towards the other end of the passage.

"Why haven’t they finished fighting yet? It’s been such a long time..."

"Assistant Han is confident in himself. Surely, Renwo Kuang didn’t take him down with just one or two punches. There must have been a tough fight in there!"

"It should be a tough fight. Renwo Kuang’s revealed strength is just too strong."

"Assistant Han is not too bad either; he was far more composed during the survival tests than other assistants. Walking by his side was truly beneficial..."

The noise of the crowd gradually returned to the ears.

The dim underground passage became more and more spacious and bright, and by the time the sunlight shone overhead, the two had returned to the center of the venue.

"Eh, someone has come out!"

"It’s Renwo Kuang and Assistant Han. Who has won and who has lost? How do they compare in strength?"

"If I’m not mistaken, Assistant Han is completely unscratched... what’s going on? Did they not fight?"

"No! That’s not right!"

"Renwo Kuang is seriously injured. Look at his stomach, such a big penetrating wound, the blood hasn’t even stopped."

"Yes, there’s a trail of blood behind him too. He doesn’t look like someone unscathed..."

A profusion of voices came rushing in.

As they crossed an open area, Ye Hanjun suddenly stopped and turned around.

Renwo Kuang, as if understanding, disregarded his wounds, and knelt on the ground with a thud, banging his head on the ground as if it were a stone.

"Disciple Renwo Kuang, today, is willing to worship under Master Han’s door and become Master Han’s direct disciple!"

"From this moment on, the teachings of the Master would be as the command of my father. I will do my utmost to abide by them and never let the Master down!"

The voice of Renwo Kuang was still full of energy.

He gave three kowtows, repeating three times, with the most solemn ceremony of nine kowtows, he knelt in front of Ye Hanjun.

"Stand up."

"From today, you are my disciple, and I will guide you in your path."

Ye Hanjun helped Renwo Kuang up and stood up himself.

He is one meter eighty-nine tall and not short.

But standing next to Renwo Kuang, he really looked frail.

In contrast, Renwo Kuang, with his bleeding wounds, his muscles emitting a fierce aura like a trapped beast, was something Ye Hanjun could not replicate.

Such a contrast was stark, and yet under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands, what they could see on Ye Hanjun’s face was still a casual and carefree composure.

"This is earth-shattering! This year’s freshman competition will go down in history!"

"Renwo Kuang is a straightforward individual. To have a good fight, he casually squanders the privilege of the Rookie King, which means nothing."

"But he actually lost, he actually lost to this Assistant Han who is not much older than him."

"What level of combat power, or control power, is required to achieve such a feat?"

"Did the Desert Witch with her Grey Flash outperform him, or did this assistant find the weaknesses in Renwo Kuang?"

"No, no, no, no matter how you explain it, it doesn’t make sense. Could there be some dark secret? I really can’t help thinking in this direction..."

The crowd was buzzing, in an endless discussion.

Neither the students, the assistants, nor the mentors understood.

In the assembly of tens of thousands of people, ninety-nine percent of them were feeling a strange emotion known as "absurdity".