DEM Chapter 10: Watch My Six Sticks a Second!

After Yue Lin spoke, he left with his hands behind his back, leaving Su Yuan sitting at his desk, utterly bewildered.

Why did it feel like Teacher Yue had misunderstood something?

No matter how imaginative Su Yuan was, he’d never guess he was being seen as a potential mental case.

He shook his head, temporarily suppressing his confusion. Teacher Yue must have had his reasons for saying that.

After a short break, the next classes were General Knowledge and Spiritual Literature.

The content of General Knowledge was similar to what Su Yuan had studied in his previous life’s high school.

Though the material was heavy, it wasn’t related to cultivation, so high school cultivators found it relatively easy.

In his past life, Su Yuan had been a small-town academic grinder, excelling in memorization-heavy subjects like General Knowledge and Spiritual Literature.

Now, with the Brahma Pure Demon Heart’s boost, he had even more room to improve in these subjects.

Before he knew it, the morning classes were over. It was now 12:10 p.m., with five minutes until the hour-long lunch break.

This also meant a fierce battle for the cafeteria was about to begin.

Su Yuan scanned his classmates, all of whom would be his competitors in this struggle!

Qi Refining cultivators couldn’t yet fly freely, and flying swords weren’t allowed on campus, adding many uncertainties to this contest.

While Su Yuan observed his classmates, they were also sizing up their surroundings. When their eyes occasionally met his, it was as if sparks of swordplay flashed, sending a chill through the air.

“Su Yuan.”

Chu Lanxi flipped his hand, revealing a gleaming white meal card. “Whether we eat lunch early today depends on you.”

Su Yuan solemnly took the meal card, as if receiving a military seal.

No need for a formal pledge.

With his cultivation only average in the school, even with his delivery-honed skills of weaving through crowds and evading pursuit, Su Yuan didn’t dare guarantee he’d be among the first hundred to reach the cafeteria.

The cafeteria’s limited dishes were always first-come, first-served.

“But I’m not the same as before.”

Su Yuan’s gaze landed on a broom in the classroom corner, thinking to himself, “As a dual cultivator of delivery and security, I can not only dodge my competitors’ attacks like before but also strike proactively! I might even aim for the top ten to reach the cafeteria.”

Time ticked by.

Five minutes later, as the dismissal bell rang, their never-tardy homeroom teacher, Yue Lin, said, “Don’t break the windows or walls. Class dismissed.”

The next instant, the pent-up students of Class Two shot out like hunting leopards, surging through the quietly opened windows.

In an instant, a fierce gust whipped through the classroom, rattling the curtains.

Su Yuan grabbed the broom from the corner and joined the stampede out the window.

Class Two was on the sixth floor. As Su Yuan leaped out, he saw students from across the school raining down from the building, all aiming for the cafeteria!

Channeling his spiritual energy, Su Yuan glided briefly in midair, landing smoothly, only to see several students already ahead, moving like lightning.

No surprise—higher cultivation meant faster running.

In the past, Su Yuan had no way to deal with these stat monsters.

But now…

Watch my flying… no, broom strike!

With a move like hurling the universe, Su Yuan flung his broom forward. It shot out like a dragon, instantly striking the back of a student ahead.

A gentle force surged from the broom, pushing the student into another nearby, sending both tumbling like rolling gourds.

Two competitors down.

Su Yuan swiftly grabbed the still-airborne broom and charged forward.

The victor eats meat, the loser eats dust!

Such was the law of the cafeteria war!

In this cultivation society, using force within reasonable bounds was perfectly fine, even encouraged by the school.

Su Yuan’s eyes gleamed as he targeted another student not far ahead.

But before he could act, the student sensed him, turning to meet him head-on, spiritual energy surging in their palm, clearly aiming to block Su Yuan.

Su Yuan glanced casually. An ordinary student compared to a battle-hardened delivery worker? Way out of their league! Even delivery world elites couldn’t escape his fork, let alone a student.

Watch my six sticks a second!

Su Yuan’s broom shot forward, its strikes stirring eerie winds. In nearly an instant, six broom strikes hit the student’s arms, knees, and waist pressure points.

Thud—

The random student’s limbs went numb, twitching as they collapsed.

Su Yuan didn’t spare a glance, continuing his charge toward the cafeteria, secretly marveling at the power of the Eighteen Divine Pitchfork Forms.

This security world cornerstone technique, designed to restrain without harming, seemed subtly superior to the common martial arts high schoolers learned.

In that sense, the system’s random skill-to-perfection reward had hit the mark.

At the very least, it was perfect for the cafeteria war.

With this technique, Su Yuan surged forward, leaving competitors behind, with the top ten in sight!

At the cafeteria entrance, a towering man in a deep red tracksuit stood with arms crossed, his face stern.

This was Zhuge Tie, the head of Taihua High School’s Physical Education Department, in charge of the senior year’s PE classes and a renowned gold-medal PE teacher.

“By my estimate, the seniors should be arriving soon. The first few to reach the cafeteria must be prime sprinters.”

Zhuge Tie calculated, thinking to himself.

As a PE teacher, he knew his students’ levels well, but there might be hidden gems yet to be discovered.

Soon, footsteps echoed from the distance. Zhuge Tie’s cold eyes sharpened with anticipation.

The sprinting elites were coming.

At the edge of his vision, several seniors raced toward the cafeteria, students who excelled in sprints and had earned his praise.

Zhuge Tie nodded in satisfaction, but then he noticed his star pupils looking panicked, as if some ferocious beast were chasing them.

As he puzzled over this, a broom shadow sliced through the air with a piercing whistle, striking a student’s knee.

The student grunted and fell.

The broom rebounded, landing in the hands of a boy charging out from a corner.

The boy’s eyes glinted coldly, locked on the fleeing students like a hunting tiger!

Then, to Zhuge Tie’s astonishment, the boy’s broom shadows danced, striking at six sticks a second or faster, sweeping all his star pupils flat and stepping into the cafeteria as the first to cross the threshold.

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