Flying Dragon Platform

"Oh, it's Yang Wei. What a coincidence, you're here at the cafeteria to eat too." Xia Ping greeted Yang Wei.

Yang Wei gritted his teeth and said, "This isn't a coincidence. I came here specifically to find you."

"Specifically to find me? What for?" Xia Ping blinked his innocent-looking eyes.

What for?!

Seeing this guy acting as if nothing had happened, Yang Wei was so angry his nose felt crooked. He raged, "Don't play dumb with me! Don't think I'll forget what happened in class earlier!"

He glared at Xia Ping, wishing he could eat the guy alive. It was because this shameless bastard had given him a nickname that he had been receiving strange looks from other students ever since he returned to class.

This feeling was incredibly uncomfortable, as if he had become some kind of rare animal. Every time he heard the students around him whispering, he felt they were mocking him.

Because of this, his hatred for Xia Ping only deepened; he wouldn't be able to vent his frustration unless he gave this bastard a sound beating.

"What happened in class today?" Xia Ping seemed to recall. "Oh, I see. You've come to apologize to me. Actually, there's no need to be so polite; I didn't take that matter to heart."

He waved his hand, putting on a very magnanimous air.

"Who came here to apologize to you? Don't you dare indulge in such delusions!" Yang Wei was so angry that smoke was practically coming out of his nostrils. This guy had insulted him, given him a nickname, and caused him to be humiliated and mocked by his classmates.

He hadn't even demanded an apology from this guy yet, and this bastard actually thought he was the one apologizing? There had to be a limit to how self-righteous this kid could be.

"If you aren't here to apologize, then why are you here? Don't tell me you want to treat me to a meal?" Xia Ping blinked his eyes.

Bullshit! Who would want to treat a shameless wretch like you to a meal? He would rather feed the food to a dog than treat this bastard. Yang Wei was so angry he couldn't even speak; he had no idea how to communicate with this jerk.

"Shut up!"

At that moment, a young man two meters tall, as sturdy as a black bear, stepped forward. He stood like a small mountain, exerting a lethal sense of pressure.

He stared at Xia Ping and sneered, "Do you think you can cover up your mistakes by changing the subject? Your grades aren't great, but you've certainly learned how to be sharp-tongued.

Did your parents never teach you what manners are? Giving people nicknames at will and humiliating classmates in class—is this your upbringing?!"

His words were incredibly vicious.

"In my eighteen years of life, my parents only taught me one thing: an eye for an eye!" Xia Ping narrowed his eyes, staring at the two-meter-tall giant.

The giant cracked his knuckles, the sound popping sharply, and bared his menacing white teeth. "Interesting. You actually dare to talk about an eye for an eye? You've got guts, but I wonder if you have the ability to back it up.

The way we martial artists resolve conflicts is simple: we fight. The strong are respected! Come with me to the Flying Dragon Platform for a match. As long as you beat me, this matter will be wiped clean, and we won't bother you again. What do you think?"

A fight?!

Xia Ping's eyes flashed. Because martial arts were prosperous in this world, every student knew how to fight. Moreover, young students were hot-blooded and prone to starting brawls at the slightest disagreement, leading to frequent, serious conflicts in school.

To resolve this, the school established the Flying Dragon Platform, allowing students with grievances to fight openly and vent their frustrations. Of course, some students also used it for friendly sparring.

Because of this, private brawls were strictly prohibited by the school. Once discovered, regardless of status, the students involved would be immediately expelled.

Therefore, this giant didn't dare to cause trouble for Xia Ping openly and could only invite him to the Flying Dragon Platform to settle the score.

The fact that a group of people was giving Xia Ping trouble was quickly noticed by the surrounding students, who all began to look over.

"Look, someone wants to fight on the Flying Dragon Platform. There's a good show to watch."

"Isn't that two-meter-tall giant Xiong Batian? Someone is being targeted by him; that guy is really unlucky."

"Xiong Batian?! You mean the one from Class Six, Grade Three, nicknamed Black Bear? The powerhouse who possesses innate divine strength, can punch with over a thousand pounds of force, and has reached the Martial Apprentice Fifth Heaven?"

"That's right, that's the Black Bear. No one can stop him when he goes on a rampage. Several students have had conflicts with him and ended up on the Flying Dragon Platform, only to have five or six ribs broken and be unable to take care of themselves for a whole month."

"Yeah, I heard about that too. They say one student even developed psychological trauma and dropped out because of it."

"How terrifying. That kid is truly cursed to have been targeted by Xiong Batian."

The students whispered among themselves, looking at Xia Ping with expressions of schadenfreude.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

Xiong Batian cracked his knuckles, staring at Xia Ping with a mocking smile. "If you kneel and beg for mercy now, and crawl through my crotch, I might just spare you this once. Of course, only once. If you're still not convinced, I'll beat you every time I see you until you can't take care of yourself for three months."

"Scared?" Xia Ping laughed. "Why would I be scared of a big oaf like you?!"

Big oaf?!

The surrounding students were stunned, and even Yang Wei was dumbfounded. Did this guy even know what he was saying? Xiong Batian was a Martial Apprentice Fifth Heaven martial artist with innate divine strength; his combat power was terrifyingly fierce.

Yet this bastard actually dared to call Xiong Batian a mere big oaf. Was this kid insane?!

"Xia Ping!"

Xiong Batian was so angry his nostrils were smoking and his eyes turned blood-red. No one had ever dared to call him a big oaf—not a single person. If anyone ever had, they would have been sent to the emergency room long ago.

But this kid actually dared to say it; he was simply courting death.

"Agreeing to go to the Flying Dragon Platform isn't a big deal, but the aggrieved party is Yang Wei. Will he agree to this?"

Xia Ping said indifferently.

Yang Wei immediately said, "I agree! As long as you agree to fight Brother Xiong, this matter will be wiped clean, and we will never come to bother you again."

He was practically begging for this. This shameless bastard deserved to be taught a lesson on the Flying Dragon Platform. In short, the more miserable this guy looked, the more satisfied he would be.

Even if he wasn't the one doing the fighting, this could still be considered revenge.

"Fine, I agree. When is it scheduled for?" Xia Ping asked. He didn't really care about the fight; it seemed that if he wanted to gain benefits from the Super Hatred System, he needed Hatred Points.

These Hatred Points could only be obtained from enemies. An opportunity to create a large number of enemies was something he wanted as much as possible so that he could accumulate a massive amount of Hatred Points.

"Very well."

Xiong Batian stared at Xia Ping. "Let's set it for 4:30 PM, half an hour after school ends. I hope you don't run away by then, otherwise I'll be very angry, and the consequences will be severe."

After saying this, he gave Xia Ping a warning look and left the cafeteria with Yang Wei and the others.