Fight! At Worst, We'll Pay Some Medical Bills!

Eat more while you can!

Before long, Li Ye came back with another serving. Under the stunned gazes of the other two, he continued to devour it like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds.

Then came the third serving.

"Brother Ye, don't—don't eat anymore. What's wrong with you? Shouldn't you go to the hospital and get checked out?"

When Li Ye went to get a fourth serving, Deng Hao grabbed him. "The way you're eating is scaring me."

They had even forgotten to eat themselves, simply watching Li Ye swiftly finish three portions as if he were eating air. Judging by the look of things, he still wasn't satisfied?

One serving alone was enough for an ordinary Preparatory Student!

Some couldn't even finish one!

Had a demon emerged?

Was he possessed by a hungry ghost?!

Li Ye came back to himself, gently shook free of Deng Hao's grip, and said with a light smile, "I'm going to put away my tray."

To avoid causing too great a stir, he really should stop.

"I thought you'd been possessed by a demon," Deng Hao said, breathing a sigh of relief.

He could eat a lot, but it was still within the limits of what they could accept.

"This is the preparatory cafeteria, then."

Just as Li Ye went to return his tray, an arrogant voice rang out from outside the cafeteria.

A spiky-haired boy in a school uniform walked in, his arm around a pretty girl.

The girl asked worriedly, "Brother Chuming, can a liberal arts student like me really eat in the preparatory cafeteria?"

"Of course!"

The spiky-haired boy said, "The ingredients in this cafeteria were all won by me. In all of No. 14 Middle School, I can eat wherever I want!"

His uniform was silver-white, with a golden star slashed across his chest.

A Martial Arts Student.

His voice was loud, drawing everyone's attention in the cafeteria and making the girl who had just entered stop in her tracks.

After thinking it over, she still tugged at the spiky-haired boy's clothes. "Brother Chuming, forget it. I'd better go to the regular cafeteria."

"What are you afraid of!"

Her behavior seemed to stir the spiky-haired boy's pride. He swept a disdainful glance over everyone in the cafeteria and said,

"What are you looking at them for? What opinions could a bunch of Preparatory Students possibly have? They'll be worse off than you in the future. Your liberal arts grades are good, so you'll get into a good university. These people can neither rise high nor sink low. For the next few years, all they can do is be rice buckets!"

"What the fuck did you say!"

Deng Hao, who had been eating, slapped the table and stood up, cursing,

"Who are you calling a rice bucket? And what do you mean, the food was won by you? Didn't the school give you resources in exchange? I'm eating the school's food. What does it have to do with you!"

The spiky-haired boy lifted his chin disdainfully.

"Little fatty, do you know that a loose mouth gets people hurt? What's wrong with me calling you a rice bucket? You're about to enter senior year and still haven't crossed the Dragon Gate. Other than having a big appetite, what can you do?

"Fuck your mother!"

Deng Hao's face turned beet red. He charged forward, shifted two steps with one foot, then switched feet and lunged. His five fingers formed a palm, smashing down from above with the wind splitting around it.

Though he looked fat, his entire body was muscle wrapped in fat. At the martial arts gym, he practiced the fierce and forceful Pigua Fist. In an ordinary spar, many Preparatory Students could not withstand his attacks.

When the spiky-haired boy saw Deng Hao suddenly attack, he was briefly stunned. Then a savage grin surfaced on his face. Without even releasing the girl at his side, his left foot twisted with a squeak of friction, leaving behind an afterimage.

Smack!

The heavy palm strike hit that afterimage with an explosive bang, rebounding Deng Hao's hand high into the air and forcing his charging body back a step.

Whoosh!

The afterimage shifted posture, stabbing forward like a sharp sword straight at Deng Hao's face.

That was the spiky-haired boy's leg!

So fast!

Deng Hao's eyes widened. He wanted to raise his hands to defend himself, but how could there still be time?

Clang!

Just as that kick was about to hit Deng Hao, something came flying over as well. The spiky-haired boy reacted in time, hooking his forward-kicking leg and sending the object flying away with one kick. It struck the ceiling with a sharp crack.

Whoosh!

The same rush of wind rose up. A figure suddenly closed in, leaping before the spiky-haired boy and driving a fierce kick into his chest, sending him staggering back several steps.

Smack!

At that moment, the object from the ceiling fell down. It was a completely warped metal tray.

"Brother Chuming!" the girl finally cried out.

"Brother Ye!" Deng Hao shouted too.

The person standing in front of Deng Hao was none other than Li Ye.

"Guo Chuming, what are you trying to do?" he asked coldly.

He knew this person. They had once attended the same martial arts gym. Guo Chuming had always been arrogant, though they had not interacted much—especially after Guo Chuming crossed the Dragon Gate half a year ago, when they had spoken even less.

"Li Ye?"

Guo Chuming patted his chest, veins bulging at his temples. That kick had clearly ignited his fury.

"I heard you quit the martial arts gym last week. Master thought it was a pity—he said you learned well. But no matter how well you learned, aren't you still an ordinary person? You want to compare leg techniques with me? Do you know that what you practice is called a Training Method, while mine is called martial arts!"

Guo Chuming took two steps forward. The stance he walked out in faintly stirred a fierce wind, fluttering his pant legs and even producing a low, muffled boom.

"You're just a fucking Preparatory Student. What gives you the right to stand up for anyone here?! Today, I'll step on you while I eat!"

Facing Guo Chuming's aggressive advance, Li Ye did not retreat a single step. He sneered.

"You look down on Preparatory Students? Why don't you take a look at where you are? Do you think we're all dead?!"

Hah!

The moment his words fell, nearly half the hundred Preparatory Students in the cafeteria stood up, glaring over with sharp eyes.

When the other half saw them rise, they stood as well, glaring angrily.

"Guo Chuming, this isn't a place for you to throw your weight around. Once I get into the martial arts division, you'll be the first person I beat!" That was someone who knew him.

"Guo Chuming, fuck your mother!" That was someone hot-tempered.

No. 14 Middle School had four preparatory classes in total, nearly two hundred students. Half of them ate here, and Li Ye's classmates were all present.

When Deng Hao made his move, many had not yet reacted. But once Li Ye stepped in, most of them understood what was happening.

They had already been holding back their anger over Guo Chuming's words, only keeping silent because of the status of Martial Arts Students.

Li Ye was also well-liked in class. That did not amount to much in ordinary times, but at a critical moment, it became prestige.

With one shout, they had all risen!

This time, Guo Chuming was the one intimidated.

"I remember you were still a Preparatory Student half a year ago. Now that your Blood Qi is circulating, you look down on everyone? What realm are you in now? First Dragon Gate? Second Dragon Gate?"

Li Ye stared at him coldly. "Do you know that I might not be able to tell them to fight demons, but if I tell them to fight you, then if you can walk out that door today, we really will be rice buckets."

Crash!

The moment his words fell, Deng Hao was the first to step forward, leading everyone in the cafeteria to advance together.

The sudden scene made Guo Chuming instinctively retreat half a step. But he immediately came back to himself, his face turning livid, seemingly enraged that he had been frightened.

Still, he did not dare move.

He was only at the First Dragon Gate realm. Fighting a few people was one thing, but fighting this many? He did not have that kind of strength.

If things truly blew up, he would be in the wrong as well.

"Fine!"

Guo Chuming forced a stiff smile. "I'll give you face today. But watch yourself. And you too, little fatty."

He glanced at Deng Hao behind Li Ye and threatened, "There'll always be a time when you're alone. Don't let me catch you. At worst, I'll just pay some medical bills."

With that, he put his arm around the girl beside him and turned to leave. "It's fine. I'll take you out to eat something good. It's much more satisfying than chewing this cafeteria's tough dried meat."

Screech!!

The instant he turned around, Li Ye dropped into a horse stance. His feet scraped against the floor as he closed the distance in a flash, then drove a front kick into Guo Chuming's back, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Guo Chuming let out a muffled groan, but he reacted quickly, bracing both hands on the floor to rise. Yet an afterimage appeared before his eyes.

Bang!

Li Ye kicked him in the face, leaving his mind spinning.

When Deng Hao saw Li Ye make his move, he roared in anger and burst forward. His Pigua Fist whirled into a circle, blow after blow hammering Guo Chuming's back.

Jia Dong swiftly followed. His body was nimble as a monkey, then descended like a tiger, stomping directly onto Guo Chuming's back.

He practiced the Twelve Forms, which specifically imitated various animals to strengthen the body. When fighting, it blended hardness and softness.

With someone taking the lead, the people from Li Ye's class did not hesitate. They all rushed forward, while everyone else instinctively followed the crowd and surrounded Guo Chuming tightly.

No matter how skilled his martial arts were, faced with so many people, he could not use them. He could only passively take the beating.

Li Ye had never been someone who accepted being bullied. Being popular did not mean he was a doormat. Which martial artist was not brimming with youthful Blood Qi?

Even Jia Dong, the most rational of them, had paid eight thousand. Let alone Li Ye.

Having lived two lifetimes, was he supposed to become timid and overly cautious?

He could deal with demons, so could he not deal with someone who had only recently broken through the Dragon Gate?!

Besides, now that he had authority, his confidence was even greater!

Li Ye roared, "Fight! At worst, we'll pay some medical bills!"