Chapter 141: Who Is the Prey and Who Is the Hunter
Zhang Mou did not hesitate and bowed to Jiang Tian in front of him: "Thank you, Jiang Tian, I will go first!"
Boom!
In an instant, Zhang Mou's blood and energy burst out, propelling his body backward at high speed, retreating from Jiang Tian as if he were some terrifying demon that he had to escape from immediately.
Was it shameful to run away?
Absolutely not!
Zhang Mou knew he had lost the initiative. If not now, when?
The goal of this entrance examination was clearly defined—it all came down to performance and how long one could last.
Although he wasn't weak in a one-on-one fight, in the current conflict with Jiang Tian, he knew he couldn't display his full strength.
Zhang Mou retreated quickly but did not leave completely. Instead, he hid himself in the tall grass on the hillside nearby.
Then he took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera function, and pointed it in Jiang Tian's direction.
He wanted to record Jiang Tian's battle, send it to the freshman group, and warn the other highly ranked students.
It wasn't just to remind them—he wanted everyone to realize that the real threat in this exam was Jiang Tian.
If they did not work together, then…
Zhang Mou, hiding in the bushes, trembled involuntarily.
Thinking back to how Jiang Tian had instantly appeared in front of him, he swallowed hard.
The speed alone spoke volumes.
If Jiang Tian had swung that rolling pin at him just now, he wouldn't have been able to dodge it.
If this were a real battlefield, then one strike to the head and Zhang Mou would have been dead on the spot.
His bow, farewell, retreat, and hiding—all done instinctively—flowed seamlessly like one practiced motion.
But his behavior left the other freshmen stunned.
Why did Zhang Mou suddenly run away?
And why did Jiang Tian move so fast just now?
None of them had clearly seen Jiang Tian's movement—he just disappeared and reappeared in front of them.
"Bah! Zhang Mou is ranked so high, but he just deserted the battlefield?" A tall, muscular freshman spat.
He clenched his fists, blood and energy surging, and charged at Jiang Tian with a roar.
"Stop trying to act mysterious. Take my punch!" The freshman, brash and fearless, strode forward and threw a powerful punch straight at Jiang Tian's chest.
He did not aim for the head, worried that one punch might send Jiang Tian straight to the hospital.
Escaping?
Jiang Tian being strong?
A joke.
He didn't believe any of it, and he had been the loudest voice mocking Jiang Tian earlier.
As a real man, what he despised most were people like Jiang Tian—relying on women and backdoor connections.
This punch would teach him a lesson!
Boom!
The punch landed solidly on Jiang Tian's chest with a dull thud.
But—
The scene that everyone expected did not happen.
Jiang Tian, who had just taken a direct punch to the chest, stood there motionless.
He didn't even sway—he just stood straight, still idly twirling the rolling pin in his hand.
"Hiss…" The muscular freshman sucked in a sharp breath, then immediately clenched his fist, shaking it frantically as his face twisted in pain.
When he raised his hand—it was already swollen, and he could feel that his bones were cracked.
"It seems you don't eat enough on weekdays," Jiang Tian remarked.
The muscular freshman looked up, stunned.
Jiang Tian was smiling at him, but for some reason, that smile sent chills down his spine.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly.
Whether from pain or fear, even he didn't know.
The next moment, the burly student turned and ran.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Swish!
A sharp whoosh of wind sliced through the air—
Jiang Tian swung the rolling pin.
It smashed cleanly into the freshman's leg with terrifying precision.
Crack!
A crisp bone-breaking sound echoed.
The muscular freshman staggered, then collapsed onto the ground.
His powerful calf-like body rolled around in agony, howling, "Ahhh!"
At this moment, the smiles of the surrounding freshmen disappeared.
Their faces stiffened, and the corners of their mouths twitched uncontrollably.
The fallen brute was Niu Dazhuang, ranked 17th among the freshmen of Hongwu University.
Don't be fooled by his name—he was one of the strongest among them.
His family was ordinary, and he had climbed his way up purely on talent.
He had been discovered and sponsored by his hometown's official training program in his second year of high school.
Many freshmen admired Niu Dazhuang, especially those from his hometown, who followed him loyally.
But now—
This top freshman had just punched Jiang Tian's chest like it was nothing.
And now, his leg was broken, and he was rolling on the ground, screaming.
This…
Silence.
Then—
Jiang Tian's calm voice rang out again.
"Didn't you all want to attack me? Why are you just standing there in a daze?"
All eyes snapped toward him.
Then—
Jiang Tian's smile widened.
"Since you don't want to make a move, I'll go first."
Swish!
As soon as Jiang Tian finished speaking, he vanished—
And reappeared in front of the closest student.
The freshman barely had time to react before—
Crack!
The rolling pin slammed into his legs, sending him collapsing to the ground, howling in pain.
Before anyone could process what had happened—
Clang!
Jiang Tian casually swung the rolling pin behind him, blocking a sneak attack from a freshman wielding a sword.
The clash of metal against metal sent sparks flying.
But Jiang Tian's arm didn't even move.
The freshman gripping the sword staggered backward, his hands going numb from the force of the impact.
"You've got some guts," Jiang Tian nodded approvingly. "I'll only break one of your legs."
The swordsman freshman paled.
He immediately swung his sword again, desperately trying to attack.
But—
In the blink of an eye—
Jiang Tian had caught the blade with his bare hands and ripped it away.
Seizing a sword with bare hands?!
Crack!
The freshman collapsed, clutching his leg, screaming in agony.
Swish!
Jiang Tian casually tossed the sword into the ground—
Then turned to his next opponent.