"You've got to be kidding me. Xia Ping is a big shot, a genius the school's higher-ups are keeping a close eye on. Would those Elite District students really dare to do something like that?" A group of people didn't believe it.
The man sneered. "What's Xia Ping? He can throw his weight around in the Ordinary District, but the Elite District is different. Every student there is a genius among geniuses."
"Forget their natural talent—that alone puts them above everyone else. And almost all of them have powerful backers. Why would people like that be afraid of this so-called Xia Ping?"
His face was full of disdain.
"Actually, that makes a lot of sense."
"That kid thought he could rule the Ordinary District, but that won't work in the Elite District."
"The students there aren't pushovers. Some have trained for years and reached the peak of the Martial Master Realm. How could a new student like Xia Ping compare?"
"If he kept his head down, fine. But if he refuses to behave and keeps throwing his weight around, picking fights everywhere, Xia Ping's in for a world of pain. He was probably taught a lesson by the Elite District's older students this time—and a brutal one."
Quite a few students were convinced that Xia Ping had finally been brought down.
Some even jeered and gloated, eager to see Xia Ping get what was coming to him.
"Thank goodness!"
A student sighed toward the sky. "At last, someone can deal with that menace, Xia Ping. It proves that good and evil are repaid in the end. If not today, then someday."
Many students looked pleased. If the Elite District's older students had beaten Xia Ping senseless—or even humiliated him—then it would be a glorious victory for everyone. A righteous deed!