At a training hall at Yanhuang University, a crowd had gathered. One fat guy stood out from the rest and had become the center of attention. He was Feng Hetang.
"Brother Feng, is what you said true? I heard you're close with that notorious Xia Ping, who's been making a name for himself lately," one student asked curiously.
The other students were watching Feng Hetang too. They were all very curious about Xia Ping, whose recent record had been so outrageous that he'd practically swept through the entire Martial Arts Club at Yanhuang University.
Even some of the older students who'd been there for years were no match for him. He'd beaten them with ease, and now many students were on edge, terrified at the mere mention of him.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Xia Ping's name at Yanhuang University could stop children from crying.
"Of course we're close. To be honest, I'm Brother Xia's number-one underling. We couldn't be any closer. I've even gone down on him to curry favor." Feng Hetang bragged.
Ever since Xia Ping had swept through more than a hundred martial arts clubs and defeated countless opponents, establishing his position at Yanhuang University, Feng Hetang's own status had risen along with his, as his number-one underling.
Now, whenever he came out to train, a crowd of people would gather around him, curious and eager to curry favor. It put him in a very good mood.
Holy crap!
The students were dumbfounded. They felt there was a lot to unpack in what Feng Hetang had just said. Their mouths twitched as they looked at him with strange expressions.
"Impressive, Brother Feng. Looks like you really are close with Xia Ping."
"You've even gone down on him. That's some serious bonding."
"Sorry, Brother Feng.