A Cultivator's Casual Strike

A Cultivator's Casual Strike

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the classroom, which had just begun to disperse, froze solid once more.

Ma Shicheng looked at Jiang Ning as if he were looking at a Madman. He was stunned and whispered, "Jiang Ning, are you crazy? You're provoking him now?"

Everyone had seen Song Sheng's fighting ability just now. Probably no one in the class could beat him. He was already furious, yet Jiang Ning still dared to step forward. With that small frame of his, Song Sheng could knock him down with a single punch.

Once the students realized it was Jiang Ning who had spoken, they all turned to look at Song Sheng.

Song Sheng slowly turned around and stared at Jiang Ning as if he were an enraged lion.

He had found Jiang Ning unpleasant for a long time. And now this guy dared to tell him to apologize? Who did he think he was?

He walked toward Jiang Ning, and the air grew even tenser. Huang Zhongfei tried to persuade him.

"Song Sheng, let it go this time. If this gets out of hand and the Class Teacher comes, it'll be hard to clean up."

Song Sheng threatened, "It won't matter who comes. Whoever dares break it up, I'll beat them too!"

At those words, seeing the violence in his eyes, the students around them actually did not dare step in.

They probably also felt that the matter had already died down, yet Jiang Ning had chosen to stir things up now. He was practically asking for trouble. That was no way to stand up for someone—it was brainless.

Xue Yuantong was puzzled. Since getting to know Jiang Ning, he had always kept a low profile. Why was he suddenly making Song Sheng apologize? And Song Sheng did not look like someone easy to provoke.

Still, she was not too worried. Jiang Ning might have been small, but she had ridden on his bicycle before. Anyone who could pedal a bicycle that fast definitely ran fast too.

Shen Qing'e stared wide-eyed, as though she were seeing Jiang Ning for the first time. Since when had Jiang Ning become so bold? Even if he wanted attention, he should not have gone about it this way.

Was he crazy? Shen Qing'e had no intention of stopping him. Fine. Let Jiang Ning get taught a lesson and learn that No.4 Middle School was not the rural town school he used to attend.

Chen Siyu had been watching Jiang Ning all day. Seeing that he was about to get beaten up, she quickly nudged Bai Yuxia, hoping she would stop it again like she had before.

But Bai Yuxia shook her head slightly. Some people could not be reasoned with, like Song Sheng. He was a violent maniac. Once someone angered a person like that, he might even beat up girls. He was the kind of dangerous person found in society, perhaps someone with an antisocial personality.

Song Sheng reached the last row of the classroom, then suddenly lunged forward and threw a fierce punch at Jiang Ning. He put all his strength into it without holding back at all. If it landed, it would definitely hurt for a long while.

Seeing the fight break out, Guo Kunnan did not step forward to stop it. He was on good terms with Shan Kaiquan, but he was only so-so with Jiang Ning. It was not worth getting involved.

Besides, Song Sheng had flung him away earlier, and he had felt Song Sheng's strength. If he tried to interfere again, Song Sheng might beat him too.

Huang Zhongfei rushed over from the front to stop them, but it was already too late. Jiang Ning was about to be beaten senseless by Song Sheng in front of the entire class.

A cruel look flashed across Song Sheng's face. Next, he would savor Jiang Ning's screams.

In an instant, Jiang Ning suddenly kicked out.

He was a cultivator. He had used only a fraction of his strength, but that strength had long surpassed that of an ordinary person by an unknown amount. It was no weaker than an Olympic champion's.

Song Sheng's fist had not yet reached him when Jiang Ning's leg struck first, planting itself against Song Sheng's chest.

The scene seemed to freeze. Song Sheng first jolted, as if he had run headlong into a car. The next moment, his burly body flew backward like something out of an action movie, crashing to the floor with a bang.

The entire class was instantly dumbfounded.

Song Sheng struggled to his feet, his features twisted as he spat out a mouthful of sour fluid.

Jiang Ning slowly walked over to his side. Under everyone's stunned gazes, he reached out, grabbed Song Sheng by the hair, and casually lifted him up.

He said unhurriedly, "Go apologize. Did you hear me?"

Song Sheng's face turned vicious, as though he wanted to tear someone apart. He viciously swung a fist at Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning smiled. He had seen plenty of looks like that. What a pity. To show such an expression when he lacked the strength to back it up was simply failing to recognize reality.

He easily caught Song Sheng's fist and squeezed slightly. Song Sheng felt as if his fist had been caught in a steel clamp. He could not hold back a howl, and his features twisted into a knot.

Even Guo Kunnan, standing nearby, felt it hurt just from looking at his expression.

"Are you apologizing or not?" Jiang Ning asked, increasing his grip.

Song Sheng broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. It felt as though his bones were about to crack. He begged, "Let go! Let go! I'll apologize, I'll apologize!"

Jiang Ning released him. This guy looked fierce, but his willpower was pitifully weak. Jiang Ning had not even used one ten-thousandth of his methods for tormenting people, and the other man had already cracked. What a disappointment.

Jiang Ning slapped him twice across the face. "Don't forget to set the desks back up."

After tossing out those words, he leisurely returned to his seat.

At that moment, everyone in the class looked at Jiang Ning with utter disbelief, as if they were looking at an alien.

Jiang Ning's appearance was far too deceptive. Song Sheng was such a big guy, weighing over a hundred and seventy pounds, yet Jiang Ning had kicked him flying with one blow. They had never seen anything like it.

What kind of strength was that? They did not dare dwell on it, but they knew one thing: no one in the class would ever dare bully Jiang Ning again.

Guo Kunnan leaned over and asked tentatively, "Jiang Ning, do you practice martial arts?"

"I'm curious too, Ning Ge," Ma Shicheng asked. Damn, was this a real-life campus martial arts master?

Jiang Ning smiled, neither admitting nor denying it.

To the others, that reaction immediately made him seem unfathomable. Ma Shicheng regretted that he was not a martial artist himself. Otherwise, he could have had his moment in the spotlight today just like Jiang Ning.

On the other side, Song Sheng wanted nothing more than to kill Jiang Ning, to destroy him. But at this moment, intimidated by Jiang Ning's fists, he could only swallow his anger and set the desks upright.

When Jiang Ning subdued him earlier, he had truly felt Jiang Ning's utter disregard for life. If he dared resist, Jiang Ning might actually crush his bones.

He himself was a violent person. In his eyes, Jiang Ning was the same kind of person, only far more ruthless.

So Song Sheng obediently apologized to the students he had affected, not daring to show the slightest insincerity.

The students felt something indescribable. If Jiang Ning had not stepped forward, someone like Song Sheng would never have given them the time of day. They could only have silently suffered the loss.

Others might have thought Jiang Ning was impulsive just now, but in their eyes, when they had been bullied, Jiang Ning alone had stepped up and said what they should have said.

Justice lived in people's hearts. Some students thought that even if tonight's events reached the Class Teacher, they would still speak up for Jiang Ning.

The classroom quieted down again, but everyone's thoughts had changed.

For the students unfamiliar with Jiang Ning, they had watched Zhuang Jianhui display his Basketball skills in the morning, then watched Jiang Ning send someone flying with a movie-like kick that night.

This day had truly been exciting.

Those familiar with Jiang Ning, like Shen Qing'e, found it especially strange. She knew Jiang Ning too well. It could be said that few people knew him better than she did. That was why she had always been able to manipulate him—because she understood his thoughts inside out.

Just as a goddess understood her simps, because a simp had long since displayed his few virtues to the goddess, leaving her fully aware of everything about him.

Yet the side Jiang Ning had revealed just now was something she had never seen before.

Back when Jiang Ning fooled around with others, his short and skinny build made it easy for people to pin him down, leaving him in a miserable state.

And now he could kick someone flying?

When had he become so capable?

Shen Qing'e did not understand. She wanted to ask Jiang Ning, but could not bring herself to do it. In her heart, Jiang Ning had long ceased to be someone on the same path as her.

Forget it. So what if he's good at fighting? Who in modern society still worships violence? The law is right there. No matter how well he can fight, what can he do against a gun?

In the end, they were simply two different kinds of people.

Shen Qing'e stopped thinking about such unimportant matters.