Holy Crap, Little Scoundrel Beats Up Gangzi!

At that moment, Blade's eyes gleamed with madness, as though he were waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Soon, in that very instant,

Blade, unable to wait any longer, charged into the battlefield like an arrow loosed from its bow.

He moved so quickly that Jack had no time to react. Before he could even reach out to stop him, Blade had already plunged into the melee.

Blade moved through the crowd like a ghost, his target clear as he headed straight for Tang San.

He swiftly arrived beside Tang San, a teasing smile on his lips, and said in a low voice only Tang San could hear:

"Tang San."

"Watch closely. I'll teach you worthless trash one more time how I beat people up. Heh."

Before Tang San could react at all,

Blade had already passed right by him and rushed toward one of the guards—Yu Xiaogang, who had just arrived at the rear and had yet to display any of his Grandmaster's bearing.

Blade's fist was as large as a sandbag, carrying the force of a raging storm as it smashed viciously toward Yu Xiaogang's face.

With a deafening bang, Blade controlled the force of the punch perfectly. It was both ferocious and precise, blasting two of Yu Xiaogang's front teeth straight out!

Under that blow, Yu Xiaogang's body lost its balance instantly, like a kite struck by a heavy hammer, and flew backward.

The moment his face hit the ground, it scraped up a shower of sparks. He slid for some distance before finally "braking" with his face.

Yu Xiaogang's face was filled with pain and shock. He never could have imagined that the moment he appeared, he would suffer such a vicious attack.

Outside the academy, the onlookers who had merely been passing by or strolling around were instantly drawn in by the sudden scene.

Their eyes brimmed with surprise and excitement as they pointed at Blade and the Yu Xiaogang who had been sent flying, discussing it animatedly.

"Oh my god! Who is that handsome young man? That punch was so cool!!" A young girl's eyes shone as though she had seen her idol. Clasping her hands to her chest, she cried out excitedly.

"That bald guard got sent flying in an instant! That was awesome!" A burly man clapped in delight, admiration for Blade's strength clear in his eyes.

"Hey, hey! Isn't that handsome young man the one I ran into on the street earlier? Even the way he fights is so cool. I think I'm in love—what do I do?!" A lovestruck girl blushed crimson and covered her face with both hands, as though she had already sunk into fantasies of romance.

"Eh! It really is him! I thought someone was causing trouble in Nuoding City just now, but it looks like the academy is the problem! That handsome young man must have suffered some terrible injustice! I'm on his side!" A plump woman with the appearance of a Noblewoman guessed, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

"Judging by that kid's skills, he's definitely no ordinary person. He might even be from some great family! It's the academy's good fortune that he came here, yet they actually tried to stop him?" A middle-aged man stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"These academy guards are going too far. You can't bully people like that. They deserved to be taught a lesson! Go, handsome guy!" A fashionably dressed girl said excitedly, her cheeks flushing.

"Looks like there's going to be a good show today. This academy is probably going to be lively for a while." A merchant-like man stood to the side with a smile, apparently enjoying the spectacle.

The discussions among the crowd rose and fell, everyone voicing their own opinions based on what they had seen and heard.

At that moment, Tang San, who had already dealt with most of the guards, kept hearing the onlookers praise Blade. It felt as though needles were stabbing into his heart, and the flames of jealousy burned fiercely within him.

His thoughts inevitably returned to Blade's contemptuous words from earlier: "Watch closely. I'll teach you worthless trash one more time how I beat people up."

He also recalled the humiliation of being brutally beaten by Blade. Those memories were branded into his mind, making him grit his teeth as rage exploded within him!

Tang San shot a sharp glance in Blade's direction and saw him raining punches down on that bald guard.

Every strike was precise and powerful. The guard had no room to resist at all, as though he were cooperating with Blade's performance.

Blade's movements carried a mocking air, as if he were showing Tang San his strength and skill.

The fire in Tang San's heart burned ever hotter. Intense resentment and jealousy churned in his chest.

What kind of wild, undisciplined boxing is this? And he dares show off in front of me, Tang San? I inherited the supreme arts of the Tang Sect. How could someone with such amateur skills dare teach me? And they say he fights so beautifully—are these people blind?! They all have taken the Path to Death!!

He was even more furious at the bald guard. You bald idiot, you didn't resist at all. Were you deliberately cooperating with Blade's punches, falling so dramatically? You bald idiot, you too have taken the Path to Death!!

Driven by jealousy and rage, Tang San could no longer endure it. In a fit of fury, he took a huge step forward, raised his fist, and charged toward Blade.

His strides were heavy and resolute, like an enraged lion preparing to vent its anger.

The instant he passed Blade,

Tang San seemed to find an outlet for his fury.

Imitating Blade's earlier tone, he shouted with scorn and disdain:

"Blade! Watch my punch closely!!"

His voice was full of provocation and anger. This punch was not only a display of strength, but also a challenge to Blade and a protest against the crowd praising him.

Tang San's fist tore through the air as it flew straight toward Yu Xiaogang, as though he meant to vent every bit of his jealousy and resentment through that single blow.

After saying that, Tang San's lips curled into a smug, arrogant smile. Confidence gleamed in his eyes, as if the whole world were his stage and he were the Protagonist of this play.

The pride and satisfaction in his heart nearly overflowed. If he had not retained the slightest bit of restraint, he would have let out that smug, strange "jie jie jie" cackle.

Seeing Tang San like this, Blade merely raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, watching as though enjoying a joke. He coolly waited for Tang San's fist to strike Yu Xiaogang, who had already been beaten black and blue by him and could barely stand.

For the sake of showing off, Little Scoundrel actually dared to hit his own teacher Gangzi. Just thinking about it was ridiculous enough to make someone sick with Konjac Jelly.

At that moment, when Yu Xiaogang saw Tang San, the treasured disciple he had been preparing for, actually coming at him with a raised fist, he trembled as he tried to stand.

He shakily raised both hands in front of himself, trying to stop Tang San's attack. Through a mouth missing two front teeth, he mumbled a few unclear words:

"D-Don't, don't. I'm not a guard. I'm the school's G-Grandmaster."

However, before Yu Xiaogang could finish, Tang San, whose mind had already been clouded by rage, could not hear him at all. His fists and feet were like wild horses breaking free of their reins as they struck mercilessly at Yu Xiaogang's face.

His fist whistled through the air and smashed hard into one side of Yu Xiaogang's greasy face. With a pfft, another of Yu Xiaogang's molars was violently knocked out, accompanied by a mouthful of blood and shattered teeth.

Yu Xiaogang was knocked over sideways once more by his disciple Tang San's punch. His body traced an arc through the air as one side of his face slammed heavily into the ground.

That side of his face once again had an intimate encounter with the ground, completing this "perfect" face-braking performance!!

The blow even sent Yu Xiaogang into convulsions on the ground, like a loach whose tendons had been pulled out!

After throwing that punch, Tang San felt as satisfied as though he had knocked Blade over.

He turned triumphantly toward Blade, his face full of provocation and disdain, as if saying, "See that? That's the force a punch should have!" His eyes brimmed with smugness, as though he were showing Blade his strength and "teaching."

However, after Tang San stared for quite some time,

Blade's gaze remained cold, even carrying a trace of amused mockery.

Tang San's eye twitched, and he became even more convinced that Blade could not take a joke. The thought of the Path to Death grew stronger and stronger in his heart.

At that moment, Blade merely stood there quietly, his crimson eyes utterly indifferent. He was simply listening to the pleasant sound coming from the system. Sooner or later, Little Scoundrel would understand just how foolish and laughable he was. This was not merely killing someone—it was crushing their heart as well!

And wasn't this Portrayal Progress coming in by the fistful?

Ding! The host has completed a Temporary Mission! Portrayal Progress increased: 1%!!

Ding! The Protagonist and his teacher are both competing to embarrass themselves! Portrayal Progress increased by another 1%!!

Ding! There is something wrong with the Protagonist's brain! Portrayal Progress increased: 0.5%!!

Ding! Current Portrayal Progress: 22.00%!!