016 Lost Reason

Zhao Feng suddenly raised his head, his face twisted with a savage expression: "Evasion? Go ahead and search all you want. If you can't find anything, just wait and see!"

His words were clearly laced with threats.

Fatty Tang shivered, muttering, "Who knows if you didn't prepare in advance and hide the stolen goods long ago?"

He suddenly remembered that he was no match for Zhao Feng; the man was from a first-class noble family in Mengyin City!

Zhao Feng glared fiercely at Fatty Tang.

Zhao Fuping said coldly, "Zhao Feng, we are going to search your room right now. Do you have any objections?" She was no fool; she had already noticed that Zhao Feng's behavior was off. However, Zhao Feng's background was formidable, and she was reluctant to offend him.

"An upright man does nothing in the dark. I have a clear conscience, so search away!" Zhao Feng gave a cold laugh.

Zhang He said, "Don't speak so definitively. If the truth comes out and you are the culprit, you will lose all face."

A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes as he let out a cold snort. Just keep acting arrogant for now. If I can't deal with you today, there will be countless opportunities in the future!

Zhao Feng led the way with a sullen face, bringing the group to his room. A crowd followed behind him, moving in a grand, bustling procession.

Inside Zhao Feng's room, a roar from Zhao Fuping erupted.

"Zhao Feng, you beast!"

Zhao Feng stared, soul-shattered, at the pile of clothes on his bed. Several pieces of women's intimate apparel were spread out on the bedding without restraint, red and green, dazzling to the eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Fuping's face was flushed crimson, and her eyes seemed ready to spit fire.

On the floor lay a pair of discarded panties, and there was even some unidentifiable, wet, sticky substance on them. The owner of these panties was none other than Zhao Fuping!

Seeing the stain on the underwear, anyone with even the slightest knowledge of relations between men and women could guess what it was. The gazes of the crowd immediately turned strange as they landed on Zhao Feng.

The girls in the group were all overcome with shame and rage.

Behind the crowd, a thoughtful glint suddenly flashed in Lian Yunbi's eyes. She turned to search for Zhang He in the crowd, only to find him looking calm, his expression unreadable.

"There's another bundle here." Fatty Tang was overjoyed; he had suddenly spotted another bundle in the corner.

When Zhao Feng saw it, his face turned even paler.

Fatty Tang was quick-handed and opened it first. The items revealed inside immediately caused an uproar among those nearby.

"Isn't that my fist manual? How did it get here?"

"Ah, this is the Strength Building Pill my family bought for me!"

"That's my coin purse!"

The group of boy martial students shouted in shock, their eyes filled with bizarre looks as they stared at Zhao Feng.

"I never imagined Zhao Feng was this kind of person! A true beast in human clothing!"

"I think there's something strange about this. Zhao Feng's family background is illustrious; why would he resort to stealing?"

"Pah, stop trying to gild his face. His character is base and cheap; what wouldn't he do? I've heard that some people from wealthy families have twisted psychologies and harbor unspeakable hobbies. Stealing things is a very common perversion."

"That's right, that's right, I've heard that too. The head of the Li family in the north of the city is so wealthy, yet he always likes to go to small vendors and steal their trinkets to satisfy his twisted urges."

Many martial students had long disliked Zhao Feng, and now that they had caught him, they seized the opportunity to pour dirty water on him.

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

"Zhao Feng, what else do you have to say for yourself! We must report this to the Martial Child Academy and punish you severely!" Zhao Fuping and the others turned and left in indignation.

Zhao Feng snapped out of his daze and blocked their path, shouting loudly, "It's impossible! You have to believe me! My family background is illustrious, and we have money and power—what kind of beautiful women haven't I played with? Why would I steal your clothes! And these scraps of fist manuals, pills, and a few stinking coins—why would I, Zhao Feng, even look at them? This isn't something I did; this is a frame-up!"

As soon as Zhao Feng finished speaking, the people around him looked at him with even greater contempt.

"What's so great about him? Isn't he just relying on his family background? How dare he look down on us?"

"And what was that about 'what beautiful women haven't I played with'? To say such things—he really is a beast in human clothing!"

"A human face with a beast's heart! This Zhao Feng really is base and cheap. I believe more and more that this matter is inseparable from him!"

"..."

Hearing the words of the crowd, Zhao Feng's face twisted. He suddenly glared at Zhang He, his expression ferocious: "Zhang He, you dared to scheme against me!"

"How did I scheme against you?" Zhang He spread his hands, his expression one of innocence.

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

Gasps.

The crowd erupted in an uproar. So, it turned out that all of this was Zhao Feng's own frame-up!

"Zhang He, I challenge you to a duel! Do you have the guts to accept!" Zhao Feng had completely dropped his mask and gone berserk. "I'll give you a chance. If you want to stay at the Martial Child Academy, duel me. If you lose, you get out of here immediately!"

"He's lost his mind! Now that his conspiracy is exposed, he wants to duel someone—how truly despicable!"

"Zhao Feng is so shameless and vile. It was one thing to bully people on normal days, but now he's playing such dirty tricks—he's clearly trying to destroy Zhang He's future!"

"Truly born of a mother but not taught by a father. The Zhao Family is a first-class noble house; how could they produce such scum?"

The group of martial students were filled with righteous indignation, unanimously denouncing Zhao Feng.

"A duel? Have you forgotten who was beaten unconscious last time? Haven't you been beaten enough? If I were you, I'd find a hole to crawl into, rather than staying here and making a fool of yourself!" Fatty Tang exhausted every ounce of his ability to mock and ridicule.

Zhao Feng wore a savage expression. "You dead fatty, I think you're looking for death. You hopeless, dead fatty, you've defied me time and time again. Once I'm done with Zhang He, you're next!"

"If you've got the guts, then come and get me! Who's afraid of who? Tsk tsk, flying into a rage out of shame—you retaliate just because someone tells the truth. Your character is truly base and pathetic." Fatty Tang had cast all caution to the wind.

Seeing Fatty Tang acting so brazen, Wang Dachui frowned slightly and stepped forward to pull him back. They couldn't afford to offend Zhao Feng!

"Zhang He, do you have the guts? If you don't, then hurry up and kneel, kowtow to me three times, and then crawl out of the Martial Child Academy yourself. Everything from today will be wiped clean, and I'll spare you," Zhao Feng threatened.

The implication was clear: if Zhang He didn't accept the duel, Zhao Feng would use even more vicious methods to scheme against him within the Martial Child Academy in the future.

Lian Yunbi frowned, and just as she was about to speak, Zhang He opened his mouth.

"You have humiliated me time and time again, and I have endured it all. I thought that since we were all classmates, there was no need to make things too ugly. But I never imagined that my tolerance for you would become the capital for your shamelessness. You colluded with other noble-born disciples to constantly oppress us commoner martial children. I gave you a lesson, originally thinking it would make you restrain your arrogant aura, but I never expected that not only would you refuse to repent, you would actually become even worse! If this can be endured, what cannot? Zhao Feng, today I will grant your wish!"

After Zhang He finished his righteous and stern speech, the surrounding martial children were filled with awe. So, Zhang He had only been enduring Zhao Feng's bullying all this time!

"Very well, today I'm going to beat you until you're spitting out teeth all over the floor!" Zhao Feng laughed in anger. He didn't even bother changing locations; his body shook, his arms suddenly unfurled, and with a fierce stride, he covered more than a zhang of distance to stand right before Zhang He.

A series of popping sounds erupted from his joints. This indicated that Zhao Feng had practiced the Through-Back Fist to a relatively profound level.

Cold light glinted in Zhao Feng's eyes. The muscles on his arms trembled violently, and leveraging the momentum of his charge, his fist whistled through the air, aiming directly for Zhang He's throat.

The room was cramped, cluttered with tables and chairs, making it extremely difficult for Zhang He to dodge; he would have no choice but to take the blow head-on. Zhao Feng had chosen this spot precisely for this reason, fearing that if they were in the training arena, Zhang He would have room to evade.

He was already certain that Zhang He wouldn't dare to trade blows with him! Thus, he had blocked all of Zhang He's retreat paths, forcing him into a direct confrontation!

With the wall behind him and tables and chairs to his side, Zhang He truly had nowhere to retreat.

This punch of his was enough to kill a living ox. Zhao Feng could already see the outcome: Zhang He's bones shattering under the impact! Zhao Feng was certain that Zhang He would try to block with his hands, and at that moment, he would break his bones with a single strike! Then, he would slowly shatter his remaining bones, turning him into a complete cripple!

Unfortunately, Zhao Feng had miscalculated. The current Zhang He possessed an incredibly powerful body; even if he stood perfectly still, this punch from Zhao Feng would, at most, only cause Zhang He's blood and qi to churn!

Zhang He saw through Zhao Feng's intentions, and a murderous intent surged in his heart.

"Wild Ox Horn!"

Instead of retreating, Zhang He lunged forward, and a fierce, imposing aura suddenly erupted from his body. Visible to the naked eye, Zhang He's arms swelled instantly, thick veins bulging as both arms turned black.

Anyone who saw this felt utterly shocked.

"Such powerful physical strength!" Surprise flickered in Lian Yunbi's beautiful eyes. This was clearly the mark of a body tempered to the extreme, the very peak of the Brute Force Realm. Even she couldn't achieve such a feat, yet he actually could!

Zhang He's fist met Zhao Feng's.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, Zhao Feng's entire arm bent backward in an instant; it was clear at a glance that the bone had been shattered.

As his bone snapped, Zhao Feng flew backward, slamming into the wall before letting out a miserable shriek. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth; the immense force had injured his internal organs.

Within the crowd, Gan Tian'er covered her mouth in shock. The surroundings were deathly silent, and everyone stared at the scene before them with wide-open mouths.

Zhao Feng's aggressive, menacing move had been as fragile as paper in front of Zhang He.

"What is going on here!" A furious roar came from outside as the head of the Martial Child Academy, Zhao Wencai—who was also Zhao Feng's third uncle—strode in.

He caught sight of Zhao Feng's broken arm at once, and his refined, scholarly face immediately turned incredibly gloomy. Seeing the way everyone's gaze shifted toward Zhang He, and recalling the conflict between his nephew and the boy in recent days, he immediately guessed the gist of the situation.

He whipped his head around to glare at Zhang He, gnashing his teeth. "Zhang He, you are too lawless! To dare commit such a vicious act within the Martial Child Academy and maim your own classmate! This is a heinous crime; if I don't punish you severely, it won't be enough to appease the public anger! This time, I absolutely cannot spare you!"

As soon as Zhao Wencai arrived, he slapped a heavy label on Zhang He.