If They Can't Be Killed, Beat Them to Death

"Teacher Zhou!"

"Old Zhou!"

"Jiang Li, are you insane?!"

The scene descended into complete chaos. No one present had expected Jiang Li to actually dare lay hands on Zhou Weihua.

Was this kid not afraid of being expelled?!

And Zhou Weihua was an Eighth-grade Martial Artist, yet Jiang Li had knocked him down with a single flying kick.

Little did they know that Jiang Li was feeling utterly exhilarated.

Over the past three years, he had endured no small amount of Zhou Weihua's contemptuous looks and disdain. The original Jiang Li had yielded again and again, which only made Zhou Weihua look down on him even more. That was why he had mocked Jiang Li so scornfully earlier.

In his eyes, for a mediocre nobody like Jiang Li to want to apply for a Breathing Technique was a joke in itself.

But Jiang Li was no longer the same as before.

"You old bastard, an Eighth-grade Martial Artist's body really is tough. Fine—if I can't beat you to death today, then I'll beat you half to death!"

Jiang Li's face twisted savagely, frightening so many students that their legs trembled.

After sending Zhou Weihua flying with a kick, Jiang Li lunged again, straddling Zhou Weihua, whose head was split and bleeding and whose mind was spinning. Raising his fists, he began hammering down with both hands.

Of course, he could not use his full strength. Beating Zhou Weihua senseless would at most get him expelled or forced to withdraw—just in time, since he had already agreed to Nanfang University's special admission offer. It did not matter if he did not take the so-called martial arts examination.

But if he killed Zhou Weihua, he might end up in prison.

Zhou Weihua's life was not worth paying such a steep price for.

The memories of Zhou Weihua's mockery, sarcasm, and contempt over the past three years made Jiang Li's anger boil over. His fists swung faster and faster.

Who said campus bullying existed only between students? This kind of psychological abuse from a teacher was even more hateful!

There were no martial arts techniques—only the most direct punches, venting every bit of resentment he had swallowed over the past three years.

Zhou Weihua also tried to circulate his cultivation art and burst forth with Blood Qi to break free. But his Blood Qi Value in last year's martial assessment had only been 3.36. Against Jiang Li's true Blood Qi Value of 9.99, he was like a wild rabbit beneath an eagle's claws.

Zhou Weihua's wails gradually weakened as well.

"Li Jun, what are you standing there for?! Teacher Zhou is about to be beaten to death!"

With an angry roar from the head of the Academic Affairs Office, the security guards finally snapped back to their senses.

In an instant, an Eighth-grade Martial Artist from the security department and the head of the Academic Affairs Office, also an Eighth-grade Martial Artist, charged at Jiang Li at the same time.

Bang!

The two Eighth-grade Martial Artists came charging in menacingly—or rather, desperately.

Jiang Li immediately became alert. He sprang up sharply and turned to look at the head of the Academic Affairs Office behind him, as well as Li Jun, the Eighth-grade Martial Artist from the security department.

Zhou Weihua was indeed worthy of being an Eighth-grade Martial Artist. Under such a beating, after circulating his cultivation art and using his Blood Qi this time, he had actually not passed out.

It was just that his previously bandaged head had now completely turned into a bruised, purple pig's head.

"Teacher Zhou, are you all right?"

Zhang He, the head of the Academic Affairs Office, helped the bloodied and utterly miserable Zhou Weihua to his feet.

"Director Zhang, expel him! You must expel that little bastard!"

"He dared hit a teacher! How could Seventeenth High School produce such an animal? We can't let him off!"

At that moment, Zhou Weihua was like a shrew who had been pushed past her breaking point, his voice turning shrill.

The immense humiliation and fury had driven him mad.

Jiang Li had originally intended to let it go when he saw the other teachers step in. But hearing Zhou Weihua's curses, he could not help baring a savage grin.

"Just as expected of an old bastard—thick skin and tough flesh. I was still too soft on you."

"Die!"

With a furious roar, before the stunned eyes of all the teachers and students, Jiang Li lunged again and raised his fist to strike Zhou Weihua.

This time, however, the two Eighth-grade Martial Artists, Li Jun and Zhang He, reacted as well.

Li Jun flashed forward and blocked Zhou Weihua. "Insolent! You still want to hit someone in front of me?"

The moment his words fell, Jiang Li's skin turned a vivid crimson.

"Heavenly River Crimson Blood Art?!"

A teacher recognized the cultivation art and cried out in shock.

"Get lost!"

Jiang Li's fist became a blade, power surging through his bones and body as his punch collided with Li Jun's.

It was a clash between two Eighth-grade Martial Artists—one a senior high school student, the other an Eighth-grade Martial Artist from Seventeenth High School's security department.

A muffled boom rang out, and a violent gale swept through the area. Then came a scream.

Before the dumbfounded eyes of all the teachers and students, Li Jun was blasted straight back, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He had clearly suffered no light injury.

"Director Zhang, save me!!!"

At this moment, Zhou Weihua's heart was filled with terror.

Seeing Li Jun get blasted away, Zhang He was stunned as well.

Since when had a monster like this appeared at school?

Li Jun was a bona fide Eighth-grade Martial Artist, with a Blood Qi Value as high as 6.85. Even Zhang He was inferior to him.

Seeing Jiang Li approach, Zhang He was about to circulate his cultivation technique to block him.

But Jiang Li simply slapped him. Fast as lightning, the resounding smack sent Dean of Discipline Zhang He flying.

"You, get lost too!"

Those three words rang in everyone's ears, sending chills down their spines.

At that moment, Jiang Li's skin was crimson, with faint mist rising from him, making him seem like a demon god.

Zhou Weihua was stunned too. Faced with Jiang Li's oppressive presence, there was only one word in his mind.

"Run!"

If he did not run now, Jiang Li would really beat him to death here.

The desire to survive in the face of death left Zhou Weihua with only one thought: run on instinct.

Bang!

Jiang Li kicked out, sending Zhou Weihua flying another dozen meters. Then Zhou Weihua scrambled to his feet and fled without looking back.

"Where do you think you're running, you old bastard? What happened to that attitude of yours earlier?"

Jiang Li gave a savage grin, his body launching forward as he charged after him.

"Help!"

For the first time in his life, Zhou Weihua wished he could grow four legs to run away.

Jiang Li caught up again and kicked him once more, but Zhou Weihua still disregarded everything else. He rolled across the ground more than a dozen times, got up, and kept running.

He circled the flowerbeds, circled the flagpole platform, giving it everything he had and racking his brains.

Jiang Li kept up the relentless pursuit, beating him without mercy.

Outside the stadium, Lu Wanning and Li Xiaoxiao walked out side by side.

"Wanning, do you really think what they said was fake?" Li Xiaoxiao asked, pursing her lips.

"Of course it's fake. Xiaoxiao, I've known Jiang Li for three years. Usually, when Teacher Zhou scolds him a couple of times, all he can do is smile apologetically."

"At school, he's even a punching bag for his classmates whenever they feel like it, getting beaten black and blue."

"You think someone like Jiang Li suddenly became an Eighth-grade Martial Artist? And then beat Teacher Zhou?"

Lu Wanning had already figured it out. Covering her mouth, she laughed. "What an international joke. Even if we take ten thousand steps back—no, a hundred million steps back—and say Jiang Li had been hiding his strength all along and really broke through to the eighth grade, do you think, with that cowardly personality of his, he'd dare hit Teacher Zhou?"

"The martial exam is just around the corner. Does he not want to take the college entrance exam anymore?"

"If you ask me, those people probably saw wrong or heard wrong. No matter who beat Teacher Zhou, it absolutely couldn't have been Jiang Li."

After hearing that, Li Xiaoxiao found it perfectly reasonable.

It was not her first time seeing Jiang Li. With that spineless look of his, he could not even hold his head up in front of the other students.

There had even been a time when she heard Zhou Weihua personally call Jiang Li a piece of trash, and Jiang Li had not even dared to get angry.

Where would someone like Jiang Li find the courage to hit Teacher Zhou?

"Maybe they really got it wrong. But it's true that Jiang Li spent money at Heavenly River Martial Arts Hall," Li Xiaoxiao said.

"So what? He dared curse at me and even told me to get lost. Don't worry—forget one million, even ten million wouldn't make me forgive him." The smile vanished from Lu Wanning's face, replaced by a chill. "I bet it won't be more than a few days before he comes crawling over, kneels on the ground to beg me, and obediently delivers the cultivation technique and pills to me."

Li Xiaoxiao chimed in, "That's true. Maybe the brat just lost his mind. Give him a few days to cool off, and he'll be fine."

"These people are really bored. They actually made me think Jiang Li had turned his life around."

"You're still the smart one, Wanning. You saw through the truth at a glance."

Lu Wanning was greatly pleased by that, a proud expression appearing on her face.

"Of course. You could tell whether this news was true or false with a little thought. Turned his life around? Him!?"

"Unless I see Jiang Li chasing Teacher Zhou down and beating him up with my own eyes, I'll treat all of it as a joke..."

Lu Wanning was still talking when two dark figures flashed past ahead of them, accompanied by cries for help and furious curses.

"Help! Someone save me!"

Zhou Weihua, his face swollen like a pig's head, sprinted for his life.

Behind him, Jiang Li was like a raging flood and savage beast, smashing another punch into Zhou Weihua's spine.

That blow sent Zhou Weihua crashing to the ground.

"You tough-skinned old bastard, die for me!"