This Punch, None Can Block

Xia Mu himself hadn't expected that a casual slap would be so impressive, as if he possessed internal energy.

However, he didn't feel embarrassed; this was what he deserved.

After all, in his memories, he had painstakingly honed his fist techniques for over a hundred years.

The Trio were shivering with fear; if Xia Mu had smashed his fist onto their skulls like that back then, wouldn't they have been cracked open in an instant?

With a punch like that, even a tiger would likely lose its life, right?

Unlike the astonishment of the others, Xia Mu just calmly brushed the dust off his body and stood up. "The quality of this desk is too poor; it just exploded on its own."

The corners of everyone's mouths couldn't help but twitch wildly.

I don't believe a word of that.

Koenji, who called himself perfect, also looked as if he had seen a monster, his expression no longer able to remain calm.

He could sense the explosive power hidden beneath Xia Mu's seemingly lean frame.

In reality, Xia Mu's heart was also rippling with excitement, but he couldn't show it in front of these people.

A grandmaster should act like a grandmaster.

Naturally, the teacher arrived soon after.

"You're saying that you were just attending class normally, and the desk suddenly exploded?"

Chabashira Sae looked at the pile of wood shavings on the floor, her face full of bewilderment.

Are you here to pick a fight?

She really wanted to say that to Xia Mu, but the other party looked so honest that she felt helpless.

"Tsk."

Teacher Chabashira clicked her tongue, feeling a dull ache in her head. "Xia Mu, you better behave yourself."

Finally, she gave a warning and then had Xia Mu follow her to collect a new desk.

Until Xia Mu's figure completely disappeared, the classroom was like a pot that had boiled over, with students discussing it in a cacophony of voices.

"Damn, Xia Mu is usually so quiet, who would have thought he was this fierce?"

"Yeah, it's already terrifying for a normal person to crack a desk, but he actually slapped it into splinters?"

"Have you seen Assassination Classroom? I suspect Xia Mu is an alien."

"That's a bit much... although he really is a bit beyond my common sense."

"He's from Huaxia; could it be that he learned ancient Huaxia martial arts?"

No one's expression was calm, and the one looking the worst was undoubtedly Kushida.

Her face was dark, and her angelic features were now tinged with a hint of gloom; this was going to be difficult.

She hadn't expected Xia Mu to have such great strength, so she certainly couldn't make him submit through normal means.

The only path left was to force him to drop out.

"Teacher Chabashira, I really didn't do it on purpose."

Walking along the stone-paved path, Xia Mu scratched his head and explained to Teacher Chabashira, "How could I have known that the desk would suddenly explode?"

He was truly innocent; he had just slapped the desk in a moment of excitement, never expecting the quality to be so rotten that it would shatter.

Fortunately, he hadn't used his full strength, otherwise, the concrete floor might have cracked as well.

Then he would definitely have been studied as an alien.

"Say no more."

Teacher Chabashira didn't know what else to say; she had finally found the reason why Xia Mu had been causing so much destruction since arriving at the school.

This kid was born with freakish strength.

No wonder he ended up in Class D; everything made sense now.

"I don't mean to blame you."

Teacher Chabashira took out a key, opened the door to the Logistics Department, and pulled it open with a "clatter."

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the well-defined profile of Chabashira Sae. "Xia Mu, do you have any thoughts about promoting to Class A?"

In the end, Xia Mu brought the desk back.

Of course, to avoid being too conspicuous, this time he used both hands to drag the desk into the classroom, acting as if it were a great effort.

In the end, he was panting, but since he hadn't shed a single drop of sweat, he couldn't convince the students.

The female students felt fear, admiration, and curiosity.

Most of the male students were filled with fear, with only two or three remaining relatively calm.

Xia Mu sat down and closed the system.

Seeing the way the students looked at him like he was a monster, he realized that perhaps he should keep a lower profile.

He still needed to farm Skill Points, and being too conspicuous would only increase the difficulty.

Besides, he didn't want to suddenly receive a Special Call-up Letter from the government one day, ordering him to contribute to the nation.

Even though he was quite overpowered now, he had to hold back.

However, he wouldn't be polite when it was time to act; with his current strength, he naturally wouldn't let others bully him.

As of now, he didn't really need to fear anyone.

Not even Ayanokoji could stop him.

He could finally protect himself.

His combat ability was maxed out, so he would keep the remaining Skill Points in reserve.

Moving forward, Xia Mu might consider unlocking daily life abilities or damage-resistance traits.

As he unlocked more and more, Xia Mu might eventually turn into a living, breathing humanoid monster.

And a sentient one at that.

During afternoon classes, Xia Mu slowly practiced controlling his surging strength.

Otherwise, he reckoned that if he squeezed his pen too hard, it would shatter.

After learning the skills, they became his complete instinct, so controlling them wasn't difficult.

By now, the impression Xia Mu left on the class had shifted from being a nobody to someone everyone knew.

Students of this age were mostly immature, and they naturally felt a sense of fear toward those who possessed great physical power.

After school in the afternoon, Xia Mu arrived at the school building where he had agreed to meet Sakura.

She was already waiting there, having changed her clothes.

In truth, she was also a bit surprised; she hadn't expected Xia Mu's strength to be so terrifying.

Thinking about it now, if Xia Mu had tried to force himself on her in her bathroom back then, she would have had absolutely no strength to resist, right?

But she felt no fear toward Xia Mu now, only trust.

It seemed he really didn't have any designs on her.

"Click, click."

With the flash of the camera, one exquisite photo after another was freshly produced.

Today, Sakura was a beautiful girl dressed in a JK sailor uniform; if he were to marry her, he reckoned he could have a different "wife" every day.

"You guys, what do you think you're doing?"

"Hmph, what do we think we're doing? You brat, you've been acting way too arrogant lately, haven't you?"

"You're a real eyesore, so we've decided to teach you a lesson."

The two were taking photos in the corridor near the stairwell corner when they suddenly heard some arguing.

Walking closer, they saw Sudo being surrounded by three other students from Class C, both sides at each other's throats, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

However, the Class C students were only trying to protect their vitals and weren't launching a counterattack against Sudo.

As for Xia Mu, he had long since opened his phone's camera to record the entire process.

Since he had run into this, he intended to intervene.

There were quite a few reasons for this.

On one hand, this could prevent Sakura's camera from being destroyed, which would avoid the series of disgusting events that followed.

On the other hand, he wanted to recruit Sudo; he was gradually exposing himself to the public eye, and gathering a few subordinates would certainly be useful.

Most importantly, he wanted to ruin Long Yuan's plan.

As long as Long Yuan was unhappy, he would be happy.

After confirming that the entire process had been recorded, Xia Mu put his phone into his pocket and walked straight over.