World-saving Plan: The Only Savior
Chapter 417 - 301: Injuring Someone Through the Air

Chapter 417: Chapter 301: Injuring Someone Through the Air

Pei Laoliu glanced at him and remained silent.

The reason he was still standing here and hadn’t gone back was partly because the young Taoist and his group hadn’t left yet. On the other hand, he also wanted to know what exactly was wrong with himself.

In fact, Master Liu had already guessed the situation earlier today; after all, he had arranged to have lunch with Zhang Xiaoman at noon.

Thinking of Zhang Xiaoman, an incredulous thought emerged in Pei Laoliu’s mind, as the scene from the cultivation exchange conference last time replayed in his memory.

At this moment, the high school boy stepped forward, and aside from the group of classmates jeering behind him, other spectators also began discussing amongst themselves.

"Could this be another stooge? How many have there been before? Why do I feel like all these people around are stooges?"

"Man, don’t talk about others. I just saw you getting really into it, and I thought you were a stooge too."

"Bullshit, I don’t know them at all! I think you’re the stooge!"

"Ha, just because you said you don’t know them doesn’t mean anything. How can I know whether you know them or not? Besides, I can swear that I don’t, can you?"

"What’s the use of swearing? Who still believes in that these days!"

"..."

The crowd vigorously debated, and the high school boy hesitantly approached Pei Laoliu. At this time, the previously skeptical skinny man spoke up.

"Give it up, guys, stop acting. What’s the point of sending up another stooge? Just come down already, let’s disperse."

This person now spoke louder and with more confidence than before, perhaps because his prediction last time had come true, or maybe because the student he was facing seemed easier to bully.

Upon hearing his words, the student stopped, turned his head back to look at him, and argued, "I’m not, I really don’t know him! My classmates can vouch for me!"

The man disdainfully said, "Vouch? How would I know whether you know me or not? Besides, that group of your classmates could all be in on it too! Don’t be deceived by him!"

Seeing this, the boy immediately became anxious, yet he didn’t know how to defend himself, which made him turn red in the face.

"Lengzi! Lengzi! Stop wasting your breath on him, just go and try a few moves with Master Pei, winning is all that matters!"

Among those classmates, there were clearly some smart ones who quickly reminded him.

The boy named Lengzi then snapped back to reality and stopped paying attention to the skeptical skinny man, continuing his walk towards Pei Laoliu.

At this point, the situation had reached a stalemate.

It was like performing magic; the magician asks for a volunteer from the audience to assist him, but no matter who is chosen, others will suspect they are shills.

Even if someone is picked randomly, people will suspect that the selection process was rigged, that everything was staged, and that anyone picked other than oneself could be a shill.

The only way to break such a stalemate is to dismantle the stage, mess up the magic show, and then naturally, no one will suspect you’re a shill anymore.

This student was now trying to prove by this method that he was absolutely not part of Master Pei’s crew.

Pei Laoliu, slightly distracted, saw another challenger approaching and started to get impatient. He waved his hand at the boy and said,

"Will you all ever stop? Master Liu hasn’t even had his lunch yet. Stop crowding around, move along, move along..."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the expression of the young man who just approached changed dramatically, and he suddenly took several steps back, crashing into his group of classmates.

This scene, when observed by outsiders, appeared as though Master Pei, tired of the continuous challenges coming his way, had nonchalantly waved his hand.

As a result of that simple gesture, the young man standing two steps away seemed to have been struck by an invisible force, tumbling out awkwardly.

At that moment, the whole scene fell silent; no one expected such a spectacle, and everyone’s mouths hung open in disbelief.

"I knew it, I knew it..."

The skinny man standing at the front suddenly spoke, his face animated with a frustrated expression as if he was disappointed in someone’s incapacity to improve.

"Haven’t I been saying this all along? Haven’t I? This guy is definitely a plant! Can’t you change up the routine? If you’re going to act, at least put up a bit of a fight! Now, the guy flies back without even being touched; do you think I’m so easily fooled?"

Provoked by his words, the spectators immediately exploded.

"Damn! Damn! That’s just cold! At first, there was at least a touch, but now, they don’t even bother touching! I feel like my intelligence has been dragged to the ground and stomped on."

"Qianyuan Tai Chi Hand, Qigong unleashed outward, injuring from a distance, terrifying indeed, Master Pei truly lives up to his name!"

"Master Pei successfully cured my years of nearsightedness because I’m totally blind now..."

Among the spectators, the group of students from the sports school were the most shocked; they all came with the young man and knew him well.

Seeing him "injured from a distance" was more shocking and harder to accept for them than it was for the other spectators.

"Lengzi, what’s the matter with you?"

A few approached to help the young man up, bombarding him with questions from all sides.

"Lengzi, when did you turn traitor? Did you take benefits from the other side? How much did they pay you for this gig? Why didn’t you call us for such a good opportunity!"

A classmate looked at the shaken Lengzi with a face full of regret.

At that moment, in their livestream room, the few fans were also actively posting comments, all saying things like "the host has turned traitor," "the host is deceiving his own people," and "unfollow."

Lengzi was truly stunned; didn’t he know whether he was acting or not?

As he approached earlier, he had genuinely felt a tremendous force, as if someone had punched him in the chest, violently pushing him back several steps.

"No! I wasn’t acting! It was real, he really hit me with his inner strength! I could feel it..."

He tried to argue, but his peers wouldn’t believe him; some even interrupted him, laughing:

"Give it up, Lengzi, how are you even trying to fool us now? Talking about inner strength, why don’t you say Master Pei used telekinesis?"

"Enough already, Lao Liu, stop pressuring him. After all, the employer is still here, and it’s tough for Lengzi to admit. We’ll talk about this back at the dorm..."

Listening to the teasing voices of his classmates, Lengzi was too flustered to explain. Though people called him Lengzi, it didn’t mean he was foolish.

In the current situation, he knew things seemed a bit mystical. If someone else had claimed this, he likely wouldn’t have believed it himself; one could say he was utterly at a loss for words.

However, he suddenly had an idea, no longer trying to justify himself with "the opponent really has inner strength." Instead, he turned the tables, addressing his mates:

"Since none of you believe I’m not a plant, fine! He’s right there. If you’re so sure, why don’t you all go and see if he really has inner strength?"