Section Twenty-Seven: Open Extortion

The youths were instantly shocked and enraged.

"What, did I hear that right?"

"Fang Yuan, are you out of your mind, trying to extort us at the entrance of the academy?!"

"Are you desperate for money? Who gave you the guts to target us?"

"Get lost, you C-grade trash, daring to block my way. If you don't move, I'll kick you away... ugh!"

Fang Yuan suddenly made his move.

He formed his right hand into a palm and struck down hard. His movement was precise and fast, his palm striking the left side of a person's neck.

This unfortunate youth, who had no idea Fang Yuan would attack so suddenly, was mid-curse when he was hit hard. His eyes rolled back, and he immediately fainted.

"Damn! You actually dared to attack!?" The crowd erupted, and the youths instinctively took a step back.

"Gu Yue Bei Ju has fainted, what should we do?" someone shouted in shock and fear.

"What else can we do? There are so many of us, and Fang Yuan is alone. Let's all rush him and beat him up soundly," someone yelled, their anger flaring.

"That's right, he's courting death, daring to provoke us alone. He's got a death wish! Everyone, charge!"

However, before they could make a move, Fang Yuan had already acted.

He took several quick steps, charging into the crowd first.

His palm struck diagonally, hitting a youth's neck. The youth's eyes rolled back, and he fell.

"Ah—!" a youth shouted loudly, swinging his fist towards Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan ducked and dodged, then lifted his leg and kicked the person in the groin.

Aowuu—!

The youth's yell, which had been high and spirited, suddenly rose in pitch after this blow, becoming sharp and piercing, filled with misery and pain.

Thump.

He clutched his groin with both hands, his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground. He then rolled around, screaming in agony, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Fang Yuan swung his palms, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

He had five hundred years of combat experience, while these youths were just novices, barely starting their cultivation. How could they be his match?

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuan had taken them all down. Some were unconscious, while others lay on the ground, gasping in pain, feeling like they were dying.

"What's going on?!" Gu Yue Mo Bei arrived a moment later and exclaimed. He saw Fang Yuan standing at the entrance of the academy, with five or six students lying around him.

"Fang Yuan, he wants to extort our primeval stones!" a youth lying on the ground, clutching his stomach, yelled angrily.

"You still have quite a bit of spirit," Fang Yuan said calmly, then delivered a swift kick to the yelling youth's abdomen.

Oow!

The youth immediately cried out in pain, curling up like a shrimp. Fear appeared on his face, tears streaming down, and he dared not speak nonsense anymore.

Seeing this, the youths who had rushed over felt Fang Yuan's ferocity and shivered.

"Alright, all of you, obediently hand over one primeval stone each. I'll let you go. Otherwise, your fate will be the same as those on the ground," Fang Yuan took a large step forward, his voice cold.

"Talk your mother! You, a mere C-grade, think you can defeat me, a proud B-grade?" Gu Yue Mo Bei was furious and immediately charged at Fang Yuan with his fist raised.

Fang Yuan subtly shifted his ankle, sidestepping his punch with ease.

Then he extended his left hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and accurately poked the spot between Mo Bei's collarbone and the lower part of his throat.

Mo Bei's vision instantly went black, and with a thud, he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Seeing this, the youths who had been about to charge gasped, their momentum halted.

Fang Yuan's attack methods suddenly seemed unfathomable to these youngsters.

They didn't value basic punches and kicks, but it had been vaguely mentioned in class. The human body had many vulnerable spots, and Fang Yuan had targeted some of them. Attacks to these areas could cause immediate unconsciousness, or even life-threatening danger.

However, Fang Yuan's strikes were well-measured.

Those he knocked down either fainted or were in intense pain, losing their combat ability for a short period. None were seriously injured.

This was the terror of five hundred years of combat experience!

"Hand them over, or not?" Fang Yuan took a step forward, pressuring the other youths.

The youths exchanged glances, then gritted their teeth or roared, swarming towards Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan dodged and weaved, striking as he moved. His cultivation was low, but his realm was still there. His mind was as calm as ice, and his movements were fast and accurate.

Thump, thump...

After a few breaths, more people lay on the ground.

"Too brutal! Too terrifying!"

"Are they dead?"

A few young girls had not charged forward. Their eyes widened as they watched this scene unfold, their bodies trembling more and more violently.

Fang Yuan's gaze swept over them. Their faces turned ashen, and they quickly waved their hands and retreated, "No, don't come over. We'll hand them over, we'll hand them over!"

Fang Yuan took a few primeval stones and let them go.

They stumbled out of the academy's main gate, and more students arrived one after another.

To leave the academy, this main gate was the only way. Fang Yuan blocking here could stop all the students.

"Damn, what happened?!" The youths' eyes widened in shock.

"Isn't that Gu Yue Mo Bei?" Gu Yue Chi Cheng stared blankly at Mo Bei, who had fainted on the ground.

When Fang Yuan spoke, the youths immediately became angry, attacked, and then fell.

"Clan elder, are we just going to watch and not stop him? What if someone gets killed, how will we handle it?" The guards looked worried.

Some guards were indignant: "This Fang Yuan is too bold. How dare he extort his classmates right under our noses at the academy's main gate. He's completely lawless! As long as you give the order, sir, I'll apprehend this child."

Fang Yuan blocking the academy's main gate and publicly extorting his classmates had already attracted attention from the very beginning.

However, the mortal guards had no right to punish students and could only report to the Academy Elder first.

Upon hearing this news, the Academy Elder did not immediately order a stop. Instead, he ascended a pavilion to observe from afar.

"It seems this child has a talent for combat," the Academy Elder became more and more interested as he watched.

Fang Yuan's performance with the Moon Blade today had already aroused the elder's suspicion. Now, seeing him fighting all the students alone, with a commanding presence like on a battlefield, his doubt was resolved.

In this world, some people are particularly sensitive to combat; this is a hidden talent. They are skilled at fighting, love fighting, and often have flashes of inspiration in battle. They frequently achieve astonishing, even unbelievable, results.

"This child is a natural combat Gu Master. It's a shame his aptitude is only C-grade; it's still a step short," the Academy Elder sighed.

"Sir, aren't you going to stop this farce? If you let him continue to mess around like this, the impact might not be good," the guards beside him had anxious expressions.