635, Zhao Futu Is Injured, Lu Lin Steps In

Seeing how Zhao Futu couldn't keep his temper, several upperclassmen wore strange smiles.

The upperclassman who had spoken just moments ago didn't dodge or evade. He took Zhao Futu's punch squarely in the chest.

But the moment Zhao Futu's fist touched his chest, the upperclassman's expression changed.

He had deliberately made no attempt to resist, hoping to make it look as though Zhao Futu had struck first and he had merely been forced to fight back.

In his mind, the new students had only just entered the academy.

Their strength was nothing special.

They could take a punch, or even get kicked around by these Lava Level youngsters, and still wouldn't suffer any serious injuries.

But Zhao Futu was different from the rest.

Unlike anyone else in this year's class, he was a descendant of the Troll Race.

In terms of Physical Strength, apart from Lu Lin, probably no one among the new students could compare to him.

Not even Ouyang Feng or Fang Jinlong.

As the punch landed, surprise flashed across the upperclassman's face.

He tried to retreat.

But... it was already too late.

Zhao Futu had thrown that punch in a fit of rage. He hadn't meant to kill the man with one blow, but if the punch landed cleanly, the other guy was bound to suffer.

Thud.

A muffled sound rang out as the upperclassman was sent flying backward.

The other upperclassmen were astonished.

That guy was really going all out with his performance.

A Lava Level student hit an Origin Level one, yet the Origin Level student ended up flying backward.

When the upperclassman hit the ground and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, some still suspected he was faking it.

But the students who knew him well could tell this hadn't been part