A Gentle Touch, a Broken Wrist!

Lin Yun finished speaking.

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter, the air thick with a jovial atmosphere.

Lin Yun reached out and tapped Ye Xiao on the chest.

It was light, like poking at a joke.

"Do you think spending a few hours in the Gravity Tower gives you the right to challenge me? Do you think because Su Muyun said a word for you, you're no longer a piece of trash?"

He tapped him again, harder this time.

"Let me tell you, trash is trash. No matter how long you train in gravity, you won't become a genius. No matter how many punches you practice, you can't bridge the gap between professions."

"This is a world that honors bloodlines and professions!"

"An E-rank Martialist is destined to be at the bottom for life!"

When he went for the third tap, his finger stopped in mid-air.

Because Ye Xiao moved.

He didn't throw a punch; he simply raised his hand.

He grabbed Lin Yun's wrist, pinning it in mid-air.

Lin Yun stared at his captured right hand and laughed: "You want to hit me? Go ahead. Hit me once and see what happens."

Ye Xiao knew that Lin Yun was deliberately using a provocation tactic on him.

He wanted to force him to strike first.

That way, he would lose the moral high ground.

Ye Xiao looked at him for three seconds.

Then, he withdrew his hand. Not out of fear, but because he sensed someone approaching at the end of the corridor.

The footsteps were light, yet powerful.

It wasn't a student, but a middle-aged man.

Everyone was watching Ye Xiao and Lin Yun; no one noticed the person who had appeared at the end of the corridor.

"You're a coward!"

"Hahaha! Ye Xiao, you're nothing but a coward!"

"I knew it all along!"

Zhao Lei and Sun Hao mocked Ye Xiao relentlessly.

They circled around him.

At the same time, they kept poking Ye Xiao's shoulder with their fingers.

"Ye Xiao, aren't you so capable?"

"Ye Xiao, where did your arrogance go?"

"Ye Xiao, why have you gone silent today?"

"Ye Xiao, if you have the guts, touch us!"

Just then.

Ye Xiao suddenly moved, grabbing the wrists of Zhao Lei and Sun Hao in the blink of an eye.

The next moment.

A series of snapping sounds echoed.

Zhao Lei and Sun Hao were caught completely off guard.

They felt as if their wrists had been struck by a heavy truck.

They couldn't react in time.

Their wrists were snapped directly by Ye Xiao!

The sound of the fractures was so clear that everyone nearby heard it!

Thud, thud.

Zhao Lei and Sun Hao's legs gave way from the pain, and they collapsed to their knees, staring at their broken wrists with wide, terrified eyes.

Ye Xiao's sudden strike.

Also gave Lin Yun a shock.

He had imagined ten thousand possibilities.

He never expected that Ye Xiao would actually dare to strike!

"Ye Xiao!"

Lin Yun immediately barked: "Have you lost your mind? Do you know what you're doing? You actually dared to break their wrists?"

Ye Xiao responded calmly.

"I know what I'm doing."

"It's just that I didn't expect their wrists to be so flimsy; they snapped the moment I gave them a light touch."

"I can't help it. I'm just an E-rank Martialist. Aside from having a bit of brute strength, I don't have any other skills."

Zhao Lei and Sun Hao were groaning and howling in agony.

Annoyed by the pair, Lin Yun kicked them both.

"Shut up!"

"You two are useless trash!"

"You got beaten up by Ye Xiao in the cafeteria, and now you've had your wrists broken by him!"

"He's just a piece of trash at the first stage of the Martialist path, yet you two are supposed to be at the eighth level of the second stage!"

"You've completely embarrassed me!"

Though they were in excruciating pain, Zhao Lei and Sun Hao could only grit their teeth and endure, not daring to make another sound.

Lin Yun had originally been struggling to find a reason to discipline Ye Xiao.

He had come here intending to use the excuse of avenging Wang Hou to humiliate Ye Xiao along the way.

But now, Ye Xiao had handed him the perfect opportunity to strike.

"Ye Xiao, you hit my men. If I, as their big brother, don't do something about it, I'll lose a lot of face."

"My purpose in coming here today was to settle scores with Wang Hou."

"How about this: you step aside first, and let me finish settling my account with Wang Hou."

Ye Xiao stared at him with calm indifference.

"And what if I don't step aside?"

Lin Yun flew into a rage.

"Then I'll beat you up along with him!"

As the words fell, the terrifying power of the Thunder Method erupted wildly from Lin Yun's body, resembling countless lightning snakes slithering through the air!

Shimmering bolts of electricity instantly coiled around Lin Yun's fist.

He then threw a fierce punch straight at Ye Xiao's face!

But Ye Xiao did not dodge.

He stood his ground, staring calmly at the enraged Lin Yun.

He didn't even blink, as if he had known in advance that Lin Yun's punch could never hit him.

"Enough!"

Just then, a voice echoed from the end of the hallway.

The voice wasn't loud, but the entire corridor fell silent.

It was like a bucket of ice water being poured down, extinguishing all the flames.

Everyone turned their heads.

A middle-aged man stood at the end of the hallway.

He was wearing a gray security uniform and carrying a broom, the wrinkles on his face as deep as knife carvings.

He walked toward them, squinting his eyes as he looked at the dozen or so people in the corridor.

Everyone recognized him.

It was the boys' dormitory manager, Old Zhang!

"It's the middle of the night. Why aren't you sleeping? What are you making a racket for?"

His voice was lazy, as if he were commenting on the nice weather.

But everyone stood at attention.

It wasn't because they feared him; it was because—no one didn't fear him.

Old Zhang had worked at the school for thirty years.

No one knew his background, and no one had ever seen him fight.

But everyone knew one thing: for thirty years, no one had dared to cause trouble in his dormitory building.

Not a single person!

Zhao Lei and Sun Hao scrambled up from the floor, clutching their chests. "Uncle Zhang, they were the ones who—"

Seeing the dormitory manager arrive, the two spoke up.

They immediately began to complain, staging a performance of "the villain filing the first complaint."

"Our wrists, they've all been snapped by him..."

"Shut up." Old Zhang glanced at them.

With just that one look, the faces of Zhao Lei and Sun Hao turned pale, and their mouths clamped shut tight.

Old Zhang's aura was far more terrifying than they had imagined.

Just by standing there, his face as cold as an abyss, he brought with him the most horrifying gaze and sense of oppression.

Even Lin Yun, under the aura of this mysterious dormitory manager, was suppressed to the point of constantly swallowing hard, his body extremely tense.

Old Zhang walked over slowly, his broom dragging across the floor with a rustling sound.

He stopped in front of Ye Xiao and Wang Hou, looking the two of them over.

"Do you two have any business here?"

Ye Xiao and Wang Hou shook their heads in unison: "No."

Old Zhang nodded, his gaze shifting to look at Ye Xiao alone.

He stared for a long time, his eyes lingering on his fist—a faint golden hue was still there, not yet fully faded.

Old Zhang's expression shifted, only for a fleeting moment, but Ye Xiao saw it.

In those eyes, there was surprise, nostalgia, and a trace of something indescribable.

"The two of them, did you beat them?" Old Zhang asked Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao nodded calmly: "I did."