The Scheming Old Wang

Chu Ming burst into laughter and looked at Jiang Yan mockingly:

"Did you hear that? I'm an Aperture Warrior now. If you kneel and kowtow to me right now, I might consider letting you off. Otherwise... heh heh."

"Why the fuck do you have so much nonsense to say?"

Jiang Yan shot forward from where he stood, charging straight at Chu Ming's face. The Swiftness Trait activated, and his speed was so great that afterimages trailed behind him.

He was getting expelled anyway, so why not make this bigger? He would do whatever felt good.

Chu Ming's pupils shrank. Seeing Jiang Yan hurtling toward him at such speed, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"So fast!"

Bang!

Jiang Yan's fist slammed into Chu Ming's face, sending teeth flying as Chu Ming's body was hurled backward.

With a thunderous crash, he smashed into the podium, knocking desks and chairs flying.

The whole class fell silent. You could almost hear a needle drop.

"He... he got one-shotted?"

Chu Ming howled in pain on the floor a few times and was just about to get up and retaliate when Jiang Yan came charging in to press his advantage.

"Fuck, where's your martial virtue?!"

He hurriedly unleashed a martial skill.

Crimson Bear Annihilation Palm!

A powerful aura erupted from Chu Ming's body. The confidence returned to his lips, and he looked at Jiang Yan with even more pity in his eyes.

The Crimson Bear Annihilation Palm was a Mystic Grade Low Tier martial skill. His family had spent a huge sum to obtain it. Combined with his Late Body Tempering Stage cultivation, killing Jiang Yan in one blow would be effortless.

If Jiang Yan took this move head-on, he would be crippled even if he did not die!

Bang!

The two martial skills collided. Chu Ming's Mystic Grade Crimson Bear Annihilation Palm faced Jiang Yan's Yellow Grade Fierce Bull Strength—the gap seemed obvious at a glance.

Quite a few students could not bear to watch the cruel scene any longer and shut their eyes in fear.

Crack!

As something snapped, the smile on Chu Ming's lips could no longer hold. It was replaced by a pig-slaughtering scream.

"Ahhh! My hand!"

Chu Ming collapsed to the floor in agony. Just now, it had not felt like he was competing with Jiang Yan in martial skills—it had felt like he was smashing his hand into incomparably hard steel.

His palm fractured instantly and hung limply at his side.

"My hand! My hand! I can't take the College Entrance Exam anymore, boohoohoo..."

After suffering a broken bone, Chu Ming—a grown man—actually crouched on the floor and began crying in despair, snot and tears running together.

What did a broken hand mean? It meant he would be powerless to take the College Entrance Exam. If he encountered an opponent, his only option would be to run for his life. The torment of body and mind instantly crushed Chu Ming.

A few of Chu Ming's lackeys trembled as they crouched in the corner, praying Jiang Yan would not notice them.

Jiang Yan grinned and looked at the others who had mocked him. "It's fine. You'll get the same treatment."

"N-no..."

Jiang Yan showed no mercy, giving each of them a slap. Their faces immediately swelled into pig heads.

The remaining students stared at the scene in stunned disbelief. Their minds had completely failed to process it.

Someone who had not opened their aperture had actually beaten someone who had. It completely defied their common sense.

The only explanation was that Jiang Yan had opened his aperture as well—and awakened a talent far stronger than Chu Ming's.

Just then, several hurried footsteps sounded outside the classroom door.

Before anyone arrived, their voices did.

"Everyone, stop!"

Several teachers rushed in, with Wang Zhong, their homeroom teacher, among them.

Wang Zhong had been in the office looking for forms to fill out when Jiang Yan's deskmate rushed in and said that Jiang Yan and Chu Ming had gotten into a fight.

The moment Wang Zhong heard that, he knew this was bad.

Chu Ming's family had a little money, and the martial skills he possessed were not something Jiang Yan could compare to. Out of worry and responsibility as the homeroom teacher, Wang Zhong had rushed over in a panic.

Yet when he arrived, Chu Ming was the one lying on the floor howling, while this troublesome kid of his stood nearby looking perfectly fine, even shooting him an apologetic look.

Wang Zhong glared at Jiang Yan, then turned and instructed a student, "Quick, carry Chu Ming to the infirmary."

Only after Chu Ming was carried away did Wang Zhong begin questioning them.

His gaze swept across the room as he asked sternly:

"What happened just now? Why were you fighting at school?"

No one answered, but everyone's eyes turned toward Jiang Yan.

Wang Zhong said, "Jiang Yan, explain what happened."

Jiang Yan was more than happy to cooperate with Uncle Wang's act. Putting on the appearance of a frightened student who had gotten into trouble, he replied haltingly:

"W-Wang... Teacher Wang, didn't Chu Ming open his aperture yesterday? It just so happened that I opened mine too. When Chu Ming heard that, how could he stand it? He immediately dragged me into a spar."

"Teacher Wang, we really only wanted to have a one-on-one match. We never thought he would get hurt!"

Jiang Yan spun his tale convincingly. If the students had not witnessed everything with their own eyes, they might really have been fooled by him.

When the other teachers heard that Jiang Yan had opened his aperture too, they all cast envious looks at Wang Zhong.

Two students opening their apertures in one class was no different from stepping in dog shit and striking it lucky.

Wang Zhong was no fool. He knew Jiang Yan's temperament too well, so he pretended to fly into a rage. "Nonsense! The classroom is not a place for you to spar."

"Teacher Wang, I'm sorry. I'm willing to accept punishment." Jiang Yan put on a remorseful expression.

Wang Zhong snorted coldly. "Hmph. I'll report this matter to the Principal. Just wait to be expelled."

The other students: ?

The teachers: ?

Jiang Yan: !

Jiang Yan thought, Holy shit, Old Wang. As expected of you—the older the ginger, the spicier it is.

Some teachers felt it was a pity for Jiang Yan and thought this punishment was too severe, so they tried to persuade Wang Zhong.

"Old Wang, isn't this punishment a little too harsh? He's an Aperture Warrior, after all. How about this—let him transfer into our class. I, Old Zhang, guarantee I'll educate him properly."

Wang Zhong shot Old Zhang a sidelong glance and sneered inwardly. Heh, Old Zhang, Old Zhang, the beads on your abacus are practically flying into my face.

But outwardly, he remained stern and righteous.

"This matter is far too serious. I must give Chu Ming's parents an explanation."

"Ah, Old Wang, you..."

Several teachers sighed regretfully. They all felt expelling an Aperture Warrior student was far too severe.

If Jiang Yan had failed to open his aperture, they probably would not even have spared him a glance, much less pleaded for him. But now that Jiang Yan had opened his aperture, getting into university was practically set in stone. Expelling him like this was truly inappropriate.

Sure enough, the privileges belonging to geniuses had always been hidden throughout every trade and profession in warrior society. From the very beginning, this world had been unfair.

How could they know that expulsion was merely one part of the two men's plan?

Jiang Yan packed his schoolbag, put on a despondent act, and followed Uncle Wang to the Office of Academic Affairs to sign the paperwork.

When the Dean of Academic Affairs heard that Jiang Yan had opened his aperture, he also tried to persuade Wang Zhong.

"Teacher Wang, fighting is not entirely intolerable. Modern technology is advanced; Chu Ming's hand will recover soon enough. Making this child withdraw from school is really..."

"Director, say no more. This matter is too egregious, and once there is a first time, there will be a second. If we make exceptions every time, what will the other students think when they see it?

To establish a new spirit at First High School, let me, Old Wang, lead by example!"

The Dean of Academic Affairs: "Uh..."

Fuck, this Wang guy's sense of justice was strangely excessive!