As Jiang Ning's name rang out, the once-chaotic classroom froze for an instant. Sound and time seemed to stop, and even the flowing air fell still.
Every student in Old Class 8 had personally witnessed Jiang Ning teach Deng Xiang and his group a lesson. Many still could not understand why, when they were all students, he could be so terrifyingly fierce.
Later, during Sports Day, Jiang Ning broke records three times and won the marathon. Those achievements had been earned through sheer ability, not bragged into existence.
But Liu Chuandao had only transferred in during their second year of high school and knew nothing of Jiang Ning's strength. In his eyes, Jiang Ning was merely a little more handsome, more popular with women, and a little better at studying.
Guys like that were usually well-liked, but in the world of violence, they were utterly worthless! A 140-kilogram bench press? What a joke. Did fighting depend on strength?
Liu Chuandao, who loved martial arts, had once studied Chinese Martial Arts. He had followed a Tai Chi master who used Tai Chi push hands to easily defeat a European MMA champion! No matter how strong Jiang Ning was, could he be stronger than a European MMA champion?
Liu Chuandao stood in the classroom and looked around. Seeing his classmates cower in silence, he could not help but laugh aloud.
The only overlord of this class in the old days had been Pang Jiao!
Back then, he and Pang Jiao had fought an earth-shaking battle. People like Song Sheng could only flee in cowardice. In the end, Jiang Ning had merely gotten lucky and embarrassed him a little.
Now, thanks to his scheming, Pang Jiao was burdened with disciplinary action and no longer worth worrying about.
He had lain low for far