Punching Colleges, Kicking Middle Schools

With both hands bound, Le Yu had no ability to resist.

Even if he had any other tricks, they would surely be within Mu Feihong's expectations—this was one of the downsides of the widespread use of combat arts. The moment you made a move, others knew your style and might even know the weaknesses and shortcomings of your combat arts. There was no possibility of catching them off guard.

The battles of the Awakened were like RTS games with no fog of war. Awakened who used the same combat arts were like two players using the same race; Awakened who used different combat arts were like players using different races.

Therefore, battles between the Awakened were contests of micromanagement, details, and understanding!

The combat arts widely circulated today had been refined through the efforts of countless heroes over hundreds or thousands of years. Their power was nearly equal, and no combat art was inherently superior—if one combat art truly were the strongest, everyone would learn it. People were not idiots.

Thus, in the game of real combat, the balance between different combat arts was quite good. The Awakened also began with roughly equal Mental Power. If you lost, it meant you were less skilled and simply bad. There were no excuses.

Le Yu let out a breath, thinking that this "beginner tutorial" was over. He said softly, "Let go. It's over."

At that moment, Le Yu's left knee was suddenly kicked hard on the inside. His knee buckled, and he nearly fell to his knees!

"Mu Feihong, what are you doing!?"

"Kneel before Old Lin, who died because of you!" Mu Feihong tightened the rope, fury and hatred in his voice. "Kneel before the academy!"

"Why should I!?"

"Because you are at my mercy now! Kneel!"

Mu Feihong kicked him viciously. An intense weakness spread from Le Yu's knee through his entire leg. If Le Yu had feared pain, or if his will had been affected by his senses and unable to forcibly control his body, he would already have fallen to his knees.

Le Yu was both shocked and furious. Other than kneeling down to retrieve a phone that had fallen under the bed, when had his knees ever touched the ground in this life?

I've never even knelt before my parents, and you want me to kneel before whatever the hell you lot are?

I'm not Qian Yuliu. I don't owe any of you anything... Even Qian Yuliu never owed you anything!

But Le Yu's right hand was caught in the rope, while Mu Feihong had locked down his left hand. He could not resist at all!

Mu Feihong kicked him again. Just as Le Yu was about to lose his footing, he suddenly recalled a bit of trivia he had once learned. Gritting his teeth, he pressed the four fingers of his right hand against his thumb and bent it back hard!

Mu Feihong, who had thought Le Yu fully restrained, suddenly felt the hand holding the rope go light. Realizing something was wrong, he had no time to react before Le Yu's elbow smashed backward into his temple!

Biting Combat Arts · Flood Exhalation!

Mu Feihong had no time to switch moves and defend himself. He could only instinctively condense a light shield to blunt the attack somewhat. Though Mu Feihong could not Turn Light into Armor, he could still create a shield in an emergency for a brief moment.

How could a hasty defense withstand a combat arts counterattack refined through countless trials? Le Yu's elbow shattered the light shield in one blow. The tremendous force and light energy came down like a hammer upon Mu Feihong's head, making his ears ring, deafening him, filling his vision with stars, and sending spasms through his body. With a miserable cry, he vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

Le Yu pulled over the rope and tied Mu Feihong's hands, lest the old bastard throw another tantrum.

Thus, when the light and shadows returned to normal, the onlookers saw this scene: Qian Yuliu was sitting on top of Mu Feihong, binding his hands like those of a prisoner. Mu Feihong had been beaten until his entire body trembled, unconscious and in shock. Blood flowed endlessly from his temple, and he lay pressed against the blood he had vomited, looking utterly miserable and wretched.

"Mr. Mu!"

"Qian Yuliu, you beast! You actually beat Mr. Mu into such a state!?"

"Let's fight these Statistics Department spies to the death!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seeing that the students were about to riot, the agents hurriedly fired warning shots to stop them from advancing. Chen Fu stepped forward to block them, while agents Zhou Guangshi and Zhu Junjie came over and dragged Mu Feihong away.

"You... doesn't it hurt?" Mu Feihong suddenly asked between ragged breaths.

Le Yu looked at Mu Feihong in surprise. Even in his previous life, an ordinary person struck in the temple could be in danger of death for quite some time. Moreover, he had buffed his elbow just now. That blow could have shattered stone without issue, yet Mu Feihong had regained consciousness from his daze in less than ten seconds after being struck in the temple?

The people of this world have had their physiques enhanced by Mental Power to the point of near-superhuman strength...

Le Yu shook his head. The reason he had managed to strike back was that he had suddenly thought of breaking his thumb so his right hand could slip through the rope and escape its restraint.

"It doesn't hurt." Le Yu expressionlessly bent his dislocated thumb back into place. "It doesn't hurt at all."

Le Yu gave himself a thumbs-up, confirming that his thumb was indeed functioning perfectly.

Of course it did not hurt. The skill Low Health Constitution was practically his best investment since transmigrating: it eliminated fear, erased pain, and kept him calm at all times.

Quite a few people in this world probably knew about breaking one's thumb. Mu Feihong had clearly guessed what Le Yu had done, which was why he asked that question. But he had never expected Le Yu to be so ruthless.

The pain of forcibly breaking one's own thumb was probably ten times worse than stubbing one's little toe against a table corner. The hardest part was overcoming pain's "stop feedback." Pain was not humanity's weakness but its strength. It was because humans could feel pain that they did not recklessly seek death, and actively avoided most things that would hurt them—hardheaded species without pain would have gone extinct long ago.

Only someone like Le Yu, whose sense of pain was blocked, could launch such a desperate counterattack.

"Hehehe... Old Lin really taught you well..."

Whether it was mockery or praise, Mu Feihong laughed as he was dragged into the vehicle.

"Wrap it up. Zhou Guangshi and Zhu Junjie, take your people back to the Statistics Department. The rest of you, come with me to Ou Liu's home." Le Yu hurried into the vehicle and urged the agents to leave quickly. If the students surrounded them a little later, they would not be able to leave even if they wanted to.

Time to run.

Not all the arrest targets were at the academy. Military academy students like Ou Liu had already graduated, so Le Yu and the others had to arrest them at their residences or workplaces, driving an armed light truck rampantly through Star Engraving City.

"Statistics Department business! Ou Liu, come out!"

"Statistics Department business! Gou Huo, I advise you to surrender, unless you want to drag your family down with you!"

"Statistics Department business..."

These arrests were much more comfortable. As soon as Le Yu and the others got out of the vehicle, before they had even shown the arrest warrants, nearby civilians swiftly moved away. The targets were either at home or at their companies, and after the agents threatened them a few times, they obediently submitted.

This is more like the secret police I remember... What kind of nonsense was getting beaten up by students at an academy...?

"Qian Yuliu, Chen Fu, have all of Teacher Lin's other students been arrested by you?"

While Le Yu was sitting in the vehicle playing with light, he heard a recently arrested young man suddenly ask in an unfriendly tone. He casually replied, "The Statistics Department arrested them. It wasn't solely our achievement."

"Then your contribution was considerable, wasn't it? I heard Teacher Lin was killed by you."

"Not bad. You flatter me."

"Flatter your mother!"

The young man suddenly kicked the vehicle door. His handcuffed hands reached inside and grabbed Le Yu by the throat, his face twisted like an evil ghost. "How could you do this? How could you do this!"

"Su Song, let go!" Chen Fu strode over and delivered a flying kick. A shining cross-shaped radiance flashed at his toe as he kicked the young man several meters away. The young man rolled three or four times down the street, scraping out a trail of blood. Nearby pedestrians hurriedly retreated, and the street instantly became empty.

"You... you..." The young man coughed as he climbed to his feet, his voice filled with both fury and sorrow. "Brother Qian, Brother Fu, why have you become like this!? Didn't we agree that we would... change this world together?"

Le Yu was slightly startled, then suddenly unearthed information about this person from his memories.

Su Song was a junior a year below them. Because of Teacher Lin, he had become familiar with their group. He was especially close with Qian Yuliu, Chen Fu, and the others. When Qian Yuliu and Chen Fu graduated, Su Song had said that he would follow them in the future and change society together with them.

However...

"Su Song, we didn't want this either. We were only following orders, but Teacher Lin took hostages..."

"Do you know what bullshit you're saying, Chen Fu? Huh!? Following orders? If the Statistics Department tells you to kill someone, you kill them. If the Statistics Department tells you to eat shit, why don't you eat it? Oh, you definitely would, wouldn't you? Because you're the Statistics Department's dog now! You mongrel! I was blind to misjudge you before. You're all a bunch of mongrels! Beasts!..."

Su Song's voice gradually grew quieter. After a while, Chen Fu got into the vehicle, sat in the driver's seat, and remained silent.

Le Yu calmly asked, "Who's the next target?"

"Feng Chuanliu, an instructor at Star Engraving National Middle School," Chen Fu said.

Star Engraving National Middle School... Le Yu raised an eyebrow slightly. Wasn't that the school Qian Yuya attended?

PS: Work hard while you're young, or beg for recommendation votes when you're old.