Yu Xiaogang: Stop Fighting Already!

"You're deliberately making things difficult!"

Jack's voice was filled with anger and confusion. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his face had turned livid. He had clearly reached the limit of what he could tolerate from the gatekeeper's unreasonable behavior.

As soon as Jack finished speaking, he halted, turned around, and prepared to leave this place that made him feel so stifled.

His steps were firm, as though each one vented the dissatisfaction in his heart. His destination was the Spirit Hall branch, where he intended to report the gatekeeper's vile conduct.

Seeing this, the gatekeeper curled his lips into a mocking smile. He raised his right hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together, about to point and gesture at Jack and Tang San as though he were about to begin another round of ridicule.

Tang San stood beside them, the frustration in his heart like dark clouds blotting out the sun. He had long since become unable to endure the gatekeeper's arrogant attitude.

He, the mighty Tang San, had actually been obstructed by a mere gatekeeper. How could he possibly tolerate that?

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp killing intent flashed through them. It was like a blade leaving its sheath, sending chills down one's spine.

Inwardly, he recited the third rule of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. Every word was branded into his heart like a searing mark.

"Confirm that the opponent is an enemy! So long as they are on the Path to Death, there is no need to show mercy! Otherwise, you will only bring trouble upon yourself!" Tang San clenched his fists, the fire in his heart tightly bound by the ropes of reason.

Just as the gatekeeper was about to speak, Tang San swiftly gathered a powerful cyclone in his hand. Moving as fast as lightning, he grabbed the gatekeeper's wrist just as it was about to point again.

The Cyclone Pellet erupted from his palm, striking the gatekeeper's abdomen with devastating force.

With a thunderous bang, the gatekeeper was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the iron gate.

The iron gate nearly collapsed from the tremendous impact. The gatekeeper was even less able to withstand it, flying backward several meters before landing on the ground, his fate unknown.

Tang San's attack had undoubtedly been lethal. He had shown no mercy whatsoever! That gatekeeper was already on the Path to Death!!

After the gatekeeper was blasted away by Tang San's Cyclone Pellet, the scene fell into a brief dead silence.

Even the air around them seemed to have frozen because of that terrifying power.

The gatekeeper's body traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the hard ground with a dull thud, as though it had struck everyone's heartstrings.

The gatekeeper lay on the ground, his limbs twitching and blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. He had clearly suffered grave injuries.

His eyes were filled with terror and pain. All his previous arrogance had vanished, replaced by fear that his life was about to slip away.

Weak groans escaped his throat as he tried to struggle to his feet, but his body seemed as though it had been struck by an invisible sledgehammer, leaving him unable to move.

The crowd that had gathered nearby retreated one after another. Some stared dumbfoundedly, while others whispered among themselves, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.

This seemingly unremarkable child actually possessed such astonishing strength. With a single strike, he had rendered a grown man incapable of fighting.

Only then did the gatekeeper's companions react, hurriedly rushing over to check on him.

They frantically helped the gatekeeper up. Some called for help, while others stared at Tang San in horror, afraid they would be next.

"Y-you actually dare to attack someone here!" one of the gatekeeper's companions stammered, pointing at Tang San with a trembling voice.

Tang San merely gave them a cold glance without saying a word, but that icy gaze was enough for everyone to feel his resolve and power.

What did Tang San have to fear? He was the Protagonist. If they refused to make way for him and lacked the sense to recognize him, they deserved it!!

The other guards nearby instantly flew into a rage at the sight. Their faces flushed red, and flames of fury seemed to burn in their eyes.

The lead guard bellowed, his voice like thunder exploding and echoing before the academy gates:

"The academy is under attack!! Everyone, get him! Capture this ignorant little bastard!!"

Another guard's fleshy face trembled, his eyes gleaming viciously as he spat out curses:

"Damn it, I've been a gatekeeper for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen a Little Scoundrel like you with the guts to swallow a leopard! You dare force your way through the gates of our great Nuoding Academy?!"

"Just beat him up! Get him!" another guard roared, waving the baton in his hand as he led the charge toward Tang San.

At this moment, Tang San's attack was like a massive stone thrown into a tranquil lake, instantly stirring up towering waves.

The crowd around them erupted into commotion. Some cried out in alarm, some dodged away, while others pointed and discussed the matter animatedly.

Jack stood to one side with a blank expression, clearly shocked by Tang San's sudden attack.

His original plan had been to seek out Spirit Hall to resolve the problem. He had never expected things to escalate directly into provoking and beating up the gatekeepers.

Tang San, however, remained expressionless, repeatedly chanting those words in his heart: "Path to Death!" His gaze was icy, like a blade in the depths of winter, gleaming with Cold Light.

He clenched his fists, every muscle in his body taut as he charged head-on toward the guards rushing at him.

His movements were swift and resolute, without the slightest intention of retreating.

"You're the ones seeking death! Don't blame me!" Tang San's voice was cold, filled with unquestionable determination.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Tang San's figure moved like a Ghost Charm through the guards. Every punch carried the speed of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and the power of Mysterious Jade Hand.

One punch for each gatekeeper. His attacks were like a raging storm, every strike landing precisely on its target and sending the guards flying one after another. The scene instantly descended into utter chaos.

Every time Tang San struck, it was accompanied by the guards' screams and the sound of breaking bones. His fighting style was simple and direct, yet filled with extreme violence.

In this sudden battle, Tang San seemed to have gone berserk. No one could stop him.

The gatekeepers' screams rose and fell, and the scene was exceptionally chaotic. Each of Tang San's attacks was like a torrential downpour, leaving the guards who tried to stop him utterly helpless.

The air around them seemed to ignite as the fight grew increasingly fierce. Like a savage beast released from its cage, Tang San rampaged through the crowd.

Every punch brought a piercing whistle through the air, and every kick was accompanied by a powerful blast of wind.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The sound of fists striking flesh echoed before the academy gates. Every one of Tang San's blows was incomparably precise and immensely powerful.

The guards flew away one by one like kites with severed strings, crashing heavily onto the ground and groaning in agony.

"Aah—!" One guard tried to strike Tang San with his baton, but Tang San grabbed his wrist and twisted it backward.

Along with the sound of bone snapping, the guard let out a heart-wrenching scream and was slammed to the ground like a rag doll.

"You trash think you can stop me?!" A savage light flashed in Tang San's eyes. His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, chilling everyone to the bone.

His figure was as fast as lightning, each punch carrying a sharp howl as he scattered the surrounding guards in every direction.

Seeing Tang San's unbelievable feat of fighting many opponents alone, the surrounding crowd was shocked and confused. Their eyes were filled with disbelief as they discussed it among themselves.

"Holy shit, isn't this Kid way too bold? He even dares to beat up academy guards? And he's hitting them that hard!" one onlooker said, his mouth hanging open in disbelief, his voice carrying a trace of confusion.

"A newborn calf isn't afraid of tigers. This is insane!" another spectator said, stroking his chin as though waiting to see Tang San make a fool of himself.

Meanwhile, inside the academy, Yu Xiaogang had originally intended to stroll over leisurely and put on an air of calm to display the bearing of a Grandmaster. But when he saw this sudden brawl, he was genuinely startled.

"What's going on??"

Yu Xiaogang muttered involuntarily. His eyes widened round, and the hands that had been clasped behind his back immediately began to flail. His steps became frantic as he hurried over, trying to stop this increasingly out-of-control farce.

He stretched out his arms and vigorously waved both hands in a stopping gesture, shouting loudly in an attempt to make Tang San hear him:

"Stop, stop right now! You don't fight anymore!"

"I'm the Grandmaster!"

However, amid the cheers and jeers of the surrounding crowd, Tang San seemed to gradually lose himself. He felt his blood boiling.

Every strike was accompanied by a gatekeeper's scream, and the sensation made him feel as though he were immersed in an inexplicable thrill.

He did not hear Yu Xiaogang's cries at all, nor did he notice that someone was trying to stop the fight.

Yu Xiaogang's shouts seemed utterly insignificant in such an environment, drowned out by the crowd's clamor and the sounds of fighting.

At this moment, behind Jack, Blade, who had been watching Tang San make a fool of himself, curled his lips into a sly and crazed smile when he saw Yu Xiaogang hurrying over.