016 Losing His Mind

016 Losing His Mind

Zhao Feng abruptly raised his head, his face twisted in a vicious sneer. "Running away? Go ahead and investigate. If you can't find anything, just you wait!"

His words were unmistakably threatening.

Fatty Tang shuddered and stammered, "Who knows if you were prepared in advance and hid the stolen goods somewhere?"

It suddenly hit him that he really couldn't afford to cross Zhao Feng. The man came from one of Mengyin City's top aristocratic families!

Zhao Feng glared viciously at Fatty Tang.

Zhao Fuping said coldly, "Zhao Feng, we're going to search your room now. Do you have a problem with that?" She wasn't stupid. She had already noticed that Zhao Feng was acting strangely. Still, his family had considerable influence, and Zhao Fuping didn't want to offend him.

"I have nothing to hide. My conscience is clear. Search all you want!" Zhao Feng sneered.

Zhang He said, "Don't be so sure of yourself. If the truth comes out and you're the culprit, you'll lose face."

A flash of malice crossed Zhao Feng's eyes. He snorted. Go on, enjoy your moment. If I can't deal with you today, I'll have countless chances later!

Fuming, Zhao Feng led the way to his room. A large crowd followed behind him, surging along like a mighty river.

From Zhao Feng's room came Zhao Fuping's furious roar.

"Zhao Feng, you animal!"

Zhao Feng stared in a daze at a pile of clothes spread out on his bed—several pieces of women's intimate apparel, brazenly laid out in red and green, enough to dazzle the eyes.

By now, Zhao Fuping's face was bright red, and her eyes blazed with fury.

A pair of women's underwear lay on the floor, damp with a mysterious sticky fluid. They belonged to Zhao Fuping!

Anyone with even the slightest knowledge of relations between men and women could guess what the fluid on the underwear was. The crowd's gazes immediately turned to Zhao Feng, their expressions strange.

The girls were all both embarrassed and furious.

At the back of the crowd, a thoughtful glint suddenly appeared in Lian Yunbi's eyes. She turned to search the crowd for Zhang He and found him standing there calmly, showing no emotion.

"There's a bundle over here, too." Fatty Tang was delighted. He had just spotted a bundle in the corner.

Zhao Feng's face turned even paler when he saw it.

Fatty Tang was quick. He had already snatched it up and opened it, and what spilled out immediately caused an uproar.

"Isn't that my boxing manual? Why is it here?"

"Hey, that's the Strength Building Pill my family bought for me!"

"That's my money pouch!"

The male students immediately cried out, staring at Zhao Feng with bewilderment.

"I can't believe Zhao Feng is that kind of person. What a beast in human clothing!"

"I think something's fishy. Zhao Feng comes from a prominent family. Why would he steal?"

"Pah! Stop putting him on a pedestal. He's a lowlife. What wouldn't he do? I've heard that some rich families' scions are twisted in the head and have shameful hobbies. Stealing things is a common perversion."

"Exactly, I've heard that too. The Li Family in the north of the city has a wealthy patriarch, but he's always stealing little trinkets from street vendors to indulge his perverted habit."

Many of the students had long disliked Zhao Feng. Now that they had an opportunity, they immediately piled all sorts of accusations on him.

Zhao Feng's face turned from red to white, then from white to blue.

"Zhao Feng, what do you have to say for yourself? We have to report this to the academy and make sure you're severely punished!" Zhao Fuping and the others turned and walked away in fury.

Zhao Feng came to his senses and quickly blocked Zhao Fuping and the others. "That's impossible! You have to believe me. My family is prominent, rich, and powerful. What beautiful women haven't I had? Why would I steal your clothes? And these worthless boxing manuals, pills, and paltry coins—why would I care about them? I didn't do this. Someone's framing me!"

When Zhao Feng finished speaking, everyone around him looked at him with even greater disdain.

"What's so impressive about you? You're just relying on your family's little bit of influence, and now you dare look down on us?"

"And what was that about all the beautiful women you've had? Only a beast in human clothing would say something like that!"

"Human face, beastly heart! Zhao Feng really is a lowlife. Now I'm even more convinced he had something to do with this!"

"..."

Hearing what the crowd was saying, Zhao Feng's face twisted. He suddenly glared at Zhang He, his expression vicious. "Zhang He, you set me up!"

"How did I set you up?" Zhang He spread his hands, looking innocent.

"These things, I clearly..." Zhao Feng suddenly shut his mouth, his face turning deathly pale.

The crowd erupted. So Zhao Feng had framed Zhang He after all!

"Zhang He, I challenge you to a duel! Do you have the guts to accept?" Zhao Feng completely dropped all pretense and exploded. "I'll give you a chance. If you want to stay at the Martial Child Academy, fight me. If you lose, get out of here at once!"

"He's lost his mind! His scheme's been exposed, and now he wants to duel someone. What a shameless lowlife!"

"Zhao Feng is so despicable! Bullying people every day was bad enough, but now he's plotting against Zhang He, clearly trying to ruin his future!"

"His mother raised him, but his father never taught him a thing. The Zhao Family is one of the top aristocratic families—how could it have produced such a disgrace?"

The students were indignant, all condemning Zhao Feng.

"A duel? Have you forgotten who got beaten unconscious last time? Haven't you had enough? If I were you, I'd find a hole in the ground and crawl in, instead of embarrassing yourself here!" Fatty Tang mocked him mercilessly.

Zhao Feng's face twisted into a vicious sneer. "Fatso, you're asking for death. You're a useless fatso with no future. You've defied me again and again. Once I'm done with Zhang He, you're next!"

"Then come and get me! Who's afraid of you? Tsk, you're so humiliated that you want revenge just because someone told the truth. You really are a lowlife." Fatty Tang threw caution to the wind.

Seeing Fatty Tang getting carried away, Wang Dachui frowned slightly and stepped forward to tug at him. They couldn't afford to offend Zhao Feng!

"Zhang He, do you have the guts or not? If you don't, get down on your knees, kowtow to me three times, then get out of the Martial Child Academy. We'll call today's matter even, and I'll let you off." Zhao Feng threatened him.

His meaning was clear: if Zhang He refused the duel, Zhao Feng would use even more vicious methods to scheme against him at the academy.

Lian Yunbi frowned and was just about to speak when Zhang He spoke first.

"You've humiliated me again and again, and I've kept putting up with it. I thought we were classmates and there was no need to make things too ugly between us. But I never imagined my patience would become your license to be shameless. You've allied yourself with the sons of other aristocratic families and kept oppressing us commoner students. I taught you a lesson, thinking it would rein in your arrogance. I never expected you not only to refuse to repent, but to become even worse! Enough is enough, Zhao Feng. Today, I'll give you exactly what you want!"

Zhang He's righteous words earned the students' respect. So when Zhao Feng bullied him before, Zhang He had simply been tolerating him!

"Good! Today, I'll beat you until your teeth are scattered across the floor!" Zhao Feng laughed furiously. He didn't even bother to change locations. His body jolted, his arms suddenly unfurled, and with a single stride he covered more than a zhang, appearing right in front of Zhang He.

A series of sharp cracks rang out from his joints. It showed that Zhao Feng had cultivated the Through-Back Fist to a fairly advanced level.

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes. The muscles in his arm quivered, and with the force of his forward charge, his fist whistled as he drove it straight at Zhang He's throat.

The room was cramped, with tables and chairs in the way. It would be extremely difficult for Zhang He to dodge; he would have no choice but to take the blow head-on. Zhao Feng had chosen to attack here for that very reason. He was afraid that, like on the Martial Arts Arena, Zhang He would have room to evade.

He was certain Zhang He wouldn't dare meet his strength head-on! So he had blocked every escape route, forcing Zhang He to face him directly!

A wall stood behind Zhang He, with tables, chairs, and a wardrobe to either side. There was truly nowhere left to retreat.

That punch of his was powerful enough to kill a live ox. Zhao Feng could already picture Zhang He's bones breaking beneath the blow! He was sure Zhang He would raise an arm to block it, and then Zhao Feng would break his bones with one punch! After that, he would slowly crush the rest of Zhang He's bones, turning him into a cripple!

Unfortunately for Zhao Feng, he had miscalculated. Zhang He's body was now unbelievably strong. Even if he stood still and let Zhao Feng hit him, the most the punch could do was leave his blood and qi in turmoil!

Zhang He saw what Zhao Feng was planning, and killing intent surged in his heart.

"Wild Ox Horn!"

Zhang He didn't retreat. He charged forward, unleashing a ferocious aura. Before everyone's eyes, his arms suddenly swelled, the veins bulging as both arms turned black.

Everyone who saw it was shaken to the core.

"What astonishing physical strength!" Shock filled Lian Yunbi's beautiful eyes. This was clearly the sign of a body tempered to its limits, the peak of the Brute Force Realm. Even she couldn't do something this impressive, yet he could!

Zhang He's fist met Zhao Feng's.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out as Zhao Feng's entire arm bent backward in an instant. It was obvious his bone had broken.

With his arm broken, Zhao Feng flew backward and slammed into the wall. Only then did he let out a scream, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The powerful impact had injured his internal organs.

In the crowd, Gan Tian'er covered her mouth in shock. The room fell utterly silent. Everyone gaped at what had just happened.

The powerful attack Zhao Feng had launched so fiercely was as fragile as folded paper before Zhang He.

"What's going on?" A sudden shout came from outside. The Martial Child Academy's head, Zhao Wencai—also Zhao Feng's third uncle—entered the room.

At a glance, he saw Zhao Feng with his broken arm. His refined, scholarly face immediately darkened. When he saw everyone looking at Zhang He and remembered the conflict between his nephew and Zhang He a few days earlier, he quickly guessed what had happened.

He abruptly turned to Zhang He, grinding his teeth. "Zhang He, you've gone too far! How dare you use such vicious violence inside the Martial Child Academy and harm your fellow student! This is a heinous crime. You must be punished severely, or there'll be no satisfying the public's outrage! This time, I absolutely will not let you off!"