The massive body hit the ground, making the entire hall tremble.
Several staff members nearly failed to hold back their laughter.
The martial artists who had been charging toward Su Tu all halted. They did not understand the weight carried by the name Zhou Wuliang, but Director Wang's panicked appearance told them that the youth before them was not someone they could touch.
Su Tu watched everything unfold before him, his expression neither sorrowful nor joyful.
He knew that what he was doing was impulsive and irrational. He actually had better ways to resolve this; through Brother Tiger, he could have handled the entire matter more effectively.
But... his heart was unwilling.
When martial artists acted, they had to follow their hearts. Their thoughts could not be stifled; they had to act according to their true nature!
Before practicing martial arts, one could weigh every possibility.
But after practicing martial arts, if one still did the same, then what the hell was the point of martial arts?
The fury in his heart had not faded, and his killing intent had not retreated. There had to be an explanation for this matter.
If one asked Su Tu why he dared to act this way, daring to confront the Martial Arts Department, this newly established institution, head-on.
Then there was only one answer.
His master, Zhou Wuliang!!
"Little brother, this is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
"The Eight Great Garrison Martial Halls are the foundation of the North Sea. We are united in spirit, all preparing for the future Martial Examination and opportunities."
"There must be some misunderstanding here. Let us treat him first, and we can discuss the rest slowly."
Director Wang rolled his bulky body and sprang up from the ground in one motion, displaying agility utterly at odds with