Who Do You Think You're Insulting?

"Oh, and what does that have to do with the two of us?" Luo Ze replied coldly.

Although he wanted to slap the guy hard and let him see what he looked like, after two years of compulsory education, Luo Ze's moral character had reached a whole new level. Randomly hitting people was definitely unacceptable!

If the other party insisted on courting death, that was another matter.

"Country bumpkin, I'll ask you one last time. Are you going or not?!" Zhou Changxi's words were clearly tinged with anger, and even the air around him began to change, faintly carrying a violent edge.

"So what if I'm not going? You want to hit me?" Luo Ze taunted.

Tang Wulin, standing beside him, immediately chuckled and chimed in, "Brother Luo, why are you stating such harsh truths? Leave the guy some dignity!"

"Why should I leave him any dignity? His skin looks pretty thick to me. He's even appointed himself dorm leader." Luo Ze spoke without hesitation.

He paid no attention whatsoever to Zhou Changxi's darkening expression.

"Fuck! You're courting death!" Zhou Changxi's eyes blazed with fury like a roaring fire. Luo Ze's mockery had thoroughly enraged him!

A mere country bumpkin was bad enough for not knowing his place, but he even dared to mock him without knowing the meaning of death. If Zhou Changxi didn't beat this guy until he shat himself today, he'd write his name backward!

He immediately released his martial soul. The Great Strength Divine Ape was an immensely powerful Beast Martial Soul. Even the gust from a single punch made people shudder.

"He's done for." The Arrogant Youth watching from the side stated the outcome without hesitation.

Though Zhou Changxi only had eleven levels of Soul Power, his strength was the best the Arrogant Youth had ever seen among people their age.

If his guess was correct, that punch carried at least two hundred kilograms of force—more than enough to easily break a Soul Master's bones.

Of course, that was assuming the other party had released their martial soul. If not, they would naturally end up in the hospital for emergency treatment.

Luo Ze gave a cold snort. He neither dodged nor released his martial soul, simply taking Zhou Changxi's punch head-on in front of everyone.

"That's all you've got?" Luo Ze slowly said, his brown eyes gradually turning crimson red.

"You! Again!" Zhou Changxi froze for a moment. He had not expected his punch to have no effect at all, but he did not lose heart. He had not even put his full strength into that punch!

But Luo Ze had no interest in playing with him any longer. To him, time was money. Wasting one second was equivalent to losing several thousand Federal currency, let alone on a worthless scrub like this.

He exerted a little force with his right hand, and the intense pain immediately drove Zhou Changxi to his knees.

"Ah! Let go, let go!" Zhou Changxi screamed in agony.

Luo Ze's strength far exceeded his imagination. Before Luo Ze, his own strength was like a mayfly trying to shake a great tree—utterly overestimating himself!

"Remember this: if you don't have the ability, don't go around acting tough like everyone else!" With that, Luo Ze directly tossed Zhou Changxi out the window.

Their dormitory was on the second floor. With Zhou Changxi's physique, a fall like that would at most leave him with superficial injuries. There was no danger to his life.

"Oh~ Brother Luo, your control over your strength is getting more and more awesome!" Tang Wulin raised his head, unable to help praising him in surprise.

Tang Wulin had personally experienced just how strong Luo Ze was. That was fucking inhuman!

"Thanks for the compliment. Let's hurry up and clean the dorm. I'm guessing someone will be coming to ask us for compensation soon." Looking at the broken window, Luo Ze spoke.

"How much will it cost? Do you have enough? I'll give you some!" As he spoke, Tang Wulin was about to activate his Soul Guide Communicator and transfer Federal currency to Luo Ze's account.

"No need. I did the math. That window will cost three thousand Federal currency at most. It's not expensive!" Luo Ze said.

"Whew, that's great. I thought it would cost tens of thousands. If it's only three thousand, then it's not expensive." Tang Wulin let out a sigh of relief.

Listening to their conversation, the Arrogant Youth's eyes widened slightly.

Three thousand wasn't expensive?! Did these two country bumpkins have no concept of money?

The Arrogant Youth carefully examined the two of them, then firmly confirmed his guess!

But in the next second, that familiar sense of dread washed over him again. This time, the Arrogant Youth completely confirmed its source—it was the person before him named Luo Ze!

"Come on, come on. Everyone should be eating at this time. Let's register first, then pay the fine, and finally I'll take you to the snack street for some seafood barbecue." As he spoke, Luo Ze looked at the Arrogant Youth beside him. "Do you want to come too?"

"Fight me. If you do, I'll treat you to this meal." The Arrogant Youth suddenly stepped forward and looked seriously at Luo Ze.

"Hm? Why?" Luo Ze asked in confusion.

"I have my reasons. If you're a man, give me a straight answer. Yes or no?" The Arrogant Youth pressed him step by step.

"No. I don't know you, and I don't have any grudge against you. Why would I fight you?" Luo Ze said matter-of-factly.

He had acted earlier only because he wanted to teach Zhou Changxi a lesson and stop him from being so arrogant in the future. But he had no grievance against the Arrogant Youth before him. Luo Ze had no reason, nor any desire, to fight him!

"Fine, no grievance, right?" The Arrogant Youth's gaze sharpened. The Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, and the broken dagger's blade of light flickered in his hand. Accompanied by a faint dragon's cry, he instantly rushed behind Luo Ze at incredible speed.

An agility attack type? Based on the Arrogant Youth's extreme speed, Luo Ze immediately determined his Soul Master type and released his Kirin Martial Soul.

"Battle Soul Master, you're doomed to lose!" The Arrogant Youth smiled faintly.

Before his extreme speed, no matter how great one's strength was, it would turn to nothing. Agility attacks countered power attacks—an ironclad law that could not be defied!

Luo Ze remained calm. He knew that the Arrogant Youth wanted to use his prideful speed to confuse him and land a fatal blow.

Unfortunately, if he really were a power-attack Battle Soul Master, it would indeed be impossible to say who would win this fight. But he was not.

Luo Ze's gaze sharpened, and crimson red pupils appeared once more. The powerful Bloodline Suppression caused the Arrogant Youth's Light Dragon Dagger to feel fear.

"First Soul Skill, Kirin Pressure!"

A Yellow Soul Ring slowly emerged beneath Luo Ze's feet. With absolute superior suppression, it instantly pinned down the Arrogant Youth's Light Dragon Dagger.

Under the weakening effect of the First Soul Skill, the Arrogant Youth's strength had already fallen below level thirteen. On top of that, there was the enhancement of Bloodline Power. At this moment, his chance of winning was practically zero.

Even so, Luo Ze did not let his guard down. Instead, he raised his fist, concentrated his strength in his right hand, and charged forward.

Though Luo Ze's punch did not carry much force, it was more than enough to beat the Arrogant Youth black and blue!

"Damn it!" Seeing the fist swinging toward him, the Arrogant Youth struggled desperately.

Under Luo Ze's double suppression, such struggling was no different from a moth flying into a flame. He could only watch helplessly as the fist rushed toward his face.

But the next moment, the power gathered in Luo Ze's right hand suddenly dispersed. His fist stopped before the Arrogant Youth's face and did not strike.