He Is Trash, You're No Better, All of You Are Scum!

This night in the Outer Sect was destined not to be peaceful.

The title of Chief was an honor for the Outer Sect Disciples, but it was also a matter of credentials for the elders who successfully recommended them.

With interests at stake, no one would easily step aside and yield.

However, having confidence of one's own was one thing, but truly settling the final outcome still required bringing out sufficiently persuasive skill.

Regarding this.

Li Huayang did not actually care that much.

Even if he had cared, he might not have made a big deal out of it; after all, his current strength had already severely exceeded the syllabus for an Outer Sect Disciple who had only entered the sect for a little over a month.

With that being the case, if he still failed to fight for the Chief title, it would truly be laughable.

Returning to the door of the Rank 95 Academy, he prepared to go inside and wash up.

Suddenly—

A figure swiftly flashed behind him, five fingers like hooks viciously clawing toward his shoulder.

Li Huayang reacted extremely fast, the footwork under his feet flickering as he quickly shifted sideways by half a foot, dodging the sudden claw and smoothly launching a Tiger Subduing Fist.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out.

The figure who had assaulted Li Huayang from behind flew out seven or eight meters away like a broken sack of rags, slamming heavily into the ground as a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed into the sky.

"Damn..."

Hearing a familiar voice ring out, Li Huayang knew who had come.

It was actually Zhao Leyue from the Rank 77 Courtyard again.

"It's you again?"

Li Huayang turned around and walked toward Zhao Leyue, his face pitch-black.

"Zhao Leyue!"

"It seems you senior disciples really don't put us new disciples in your eyes at all, coming to annoy me over and over again, even hiding at the entrance of the Rank 95 Academy to ambush me. Do you really take me for someone with no temper?"

Li Huayang walked up to Zhao Leyue, suddenly squatting down, his five fingers lashing out like lightning to grip Zhao Leyue's throat and haul his body up.

The heavy force between his five fingers choked Zhao Leyue on the spot.

"Li... Li Huayang, don't be too arrogant!"

"Didn't you tell us to have Young Master Wu come see you in person just a moment ago? If you've got the guts, then come with me!"

"Go with you?"

"What the hell kind of thing are you, telling me to go with you and expecting me to go? Are you even worthy?"

Li Huayang sneered coldly, casually slamming Zhao Leyue's body ruthlessly onto the ground.

Crack!

With just this slam, Zhao Leyue's face contorted in agony, and his body curled up as he rolled all over the ground. His ribs were already broken, at least three of them.

Only, he didn't dare to cry out at all.

Instead, enduring the intense pain, he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Li Huayang, you dog, if you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, I will definitely return tonight's grudge tenfold."

"And don't be too pleased with yourself either!"

"You killed He Tingfeng and Xu Youwu, didn't you? Let me tell you, if you dare not to go see Young Master Wu tonight, tomorrow the news that you killed He Tingfeng and Xu Youwu will spread through the entire Outer Sect!"

"By then, let's see how you explain it to the Punishment Hall!"

Hearing this, Li Huayang suddenly realized. The He Tingfeng and Xu Youwu he had killed that night seemed to be disciples of the Rank 77 Courtyard, just like Zhao Leyue and the others.

Therefore, the so-called Young Master Wu tonight—Wu Yuekong, the Chief of the Rank 77 Courtyard—was not sent by Zhao Chuanfeng, Liu Ningkong, and the others, but had discovered the truth about the killing of He Tingfeng and his companion and wanted to use this matter to blackmail him?

Figuring this out, Li Huayang felt much less reservation.

A cold sneer also appeared on his face.

"Fine!"

"Young Master Wu, is it? I'd like to see what he wants to say to me."

"Get up and lead the way!"

Li Huayang fiercely kicked out, sending Zhao Leyue flying more than ten meters away once again.

Poor Zhao Leyue was battered and bruised from the fall, adding new injuries on top of unhealed old ones. Not only was the pain unbearable, but his heart was also filled with humiliation.

He never dreamed that Li Huayang's strength would actually be this formidable.

He had originally thought that when he and Li Qin were shaken off by Li Huayang earlier, it was merely because Li Huayang had ambushed them while they were caught off guard. As it turned out, all of that was wrong.

He had simply taken it for granted.

Yet as a dignified Outer Sect Disciple of the Rank 77 Courtyard who had practiced martial arts for two years, to be injured in the hands of a newcomer who had been in the sect for a little over a month—and to be crushed with almost zero resistance—was a humiliation no matter how one looked at it.

If word got out, he would have no face left to meet people.

Fortunately, however, this brat Li Huayang was far too arrogant. Provoked by him, he had finally agreed to follow.

Once they reached Young Master Wu's side, he would definitely make this dog Li Huayang know what excruciating pain was.

Yet his thoughts had not even settled.

Li Huayang had already chased behind him and, without another word, kicked him again, sending him flying once more.

"Damn it, can't you walk faster?"

"Do you think I have all the time in the world?"

"You..."

Climbing up from the ground once more, Zhao Leyue looked as though killing intent was about to shoot from his eyes. This damned Li Huayang was clearly humiliating him on purpose.

He instinctively wanted to open his mouth and curse angrily, but unexpectedly, the moment he opened his mouth, two teeth fell right out.

At this very moment.

Zhao Leyue was completely dumbfounded.

Hurriedly covering his mouth and roaring a few muffled words, he endured the pain and bolted at a run.

Li Huayang watched Zhao Leyue's back and sneered coldly.

Instead, he followed at a leisurely pace.

Until he saw Zhao Leyue run into the small forest where he had previously hidden to cultivate, his expression instantly turning somewhat peculiar.

Well, well!

He really knew how to pick a spot!

If they knew that He Tingfeng and Xu Youwu had died in that very small forest and had even been dissolved into a puddle of pus by Corpse Dissolving Powder, I wonder what thoughts they would have?

At this moment.

In the forest, Wu Yuekong was still holding his dagger, sitting on a tree fork and swaying it gently, looking thoroughly bored.

Down below, five other disciples of the Rank 77 Courtyard were also chatting in low voices, discussing whether Li Huayang would come and whether he would dare to come.

Suddenly.

Zhao Leyue hurried in, his footsteps chaotic, his face pale and laced with pain. The moment he arrived, he collapsed straight in front of the crowd.

"Wu... Young Master Wu, you have to avenge me! That damned Li Huayang ambushed me again, taking advantage of my lack of attention to beat me into severe injuries..."

Ultimately, Zhao Leyue still lacked the courage to admit that he had failed in his attempt to ambush Li Huayang and was instead beaten into a severe injury with a single punch from Li Huayang. That was just too disgraceful.

Yet the moment he spoke, the gaping hole where two front teeth had fallen out was displayed brightly and clearly before Wu Yuekong and the others.

Wu Yuekong instantly flew into a rage.

Leaping down from the tree fork, he delivered a kick straight at Zhao Leyue.

"You got your teeth knocked out by someone?"

"You absolute piece of trash!"

"You couldn't even handle a newcomer who has only been in the sect for a little over a month. From now on, don't say you follow me, Wu Yuekong. I can't afford to lose face like this!"

It was also at this exact moment.

Outside the forest, a voice full of mockery rang out.

"He is trash, you're no better, all of you are scum! Ha!"

Accompanied by the voice drifting in.

Li Huayang's figure also appeared within the forest, walking slowly toward Wu Yuekong and the others. Not a shred of fear could be seen on his face; there was only contempt and chilling coldness!