No one had ever imagined that one day, the things from storybooks would play out before their very eyes. The shock of witnessing something beyond human understanding left them silent, because there were simply no words for it.
After the first slap went flying back and forth, relying on their overwhelming numerical advantage, some people's bodies reacted faster than their brains. But people like that got beaten even faster. They had barely raised their arms when Wang Yan's backhand slap had already come swinging at them.
Amid the crush of tiny little punk brats, Wang Yan engaged them at close quarters, trading blows face-to-face.
Considering the consequences, Wang Yan still selectively let himself take quite a few punches and kicks. After all, they were ganging up to kick him—if he did not take a few hits, it would not look right. As for actual injury, there was none whatsoever. These tiny little punks who had not even fully developed yet could not break through his defenses. Of course, even fully developed punks would not be able to break through his defenses either...
A few minutes passed like that. Wang Yan stood there, covered in shoeprints and panting heavily. At his feet lay a heap of tiny little punks piled atop one another, groaning and crying out in pain.
On the outer edge of the crowd stood those watching Wang Yan warily, too scared to step forward.
Wang Yan suddenly crouched low, assuming an attacking stance, and the students facing him immediately scattered backward in panic.
"Every last one of you bullies the weak and fears the strong." Wang Yan laughed loudly as if venting, kicking the pile of people on the ground—not too hard, but not gently either.
"What are you all doing? What are you doing, huh?"
Just then,