Thud! A whip kick landed on Zhang Yun, knocking him straight to the ground with a heavy thud.
Zhang Yun's forehead struck the ground, swelling into a large bruise mottled blue and purple.
A clear handprint marked his face, one eye socket was blackened, a trace of blood lingered at the corner of his mouth, and several footprints covered his body. He had clearly suffered a severe beating.
"Hey, brat, do you submit?" A student from Profound Class Four walked up to Zhang Yun and looked down at him.
Seven or eight others stood behind him, watching the scene with smiling faces.
More than ten meters away, many students had already gathered to watch. After all, there was never any shortage of people eager to enjoy a spectacle.
"I don't!" Zhang Yun struggled to his feet, his face full of stubborn defiance.
"Why bother? Why be so stubborn? Do you really think that Lu Yunxiao will come save you? He must have gotten scared long ago."
"A Six-Star Dou Practitioner instantly killing three Dou Masters—is that even possible? It's simply impossible. I don't believe it, anyway. Cheng Mo, do you believe it?" The student turned around and asked with a smile.
"Believe my ass." A student in the back spoke softly, his face full of disdain.
"That's right, believe my ass. I could barely accept talent surpassing S-rank, since there's already one Little Demoness, so it wouldn't be impossible for someone even stronger than her to appear. But killing three Dou Masters across ranks? Only an idiot would believe that."
"I think that Lu Yunxiao is nothing but a loudmouth—a coward with neither strength nor guts."
The student continued, his tone filled with contempt for Lu Yunxiao.
"Shut up! Boss Lu isn't that kind of person!" Zhang Yun retorted fiercely.