Chen Jing could not tell who was genuinely burning with rage and who was deliberately fanning the flames.
But he could not let matters escalate any further.
So he had to show a little restraint.
He shifted his footing, spread his arms, and formed the Spirit Crane Seal.
In one motion, he caught the two fists thrust toward him.
Then he gave them a violent shake.
A tremendous force surged through the two men. Their blood and qi scattered in an instant, and their bones cracked all the way from their wrists to their spines. They could not muster a shred of strength.
Chen Jing gripped their wrists and used them as hammers.
He spun with the momentum, like a great windmill turning.
Every scholar who charged him heard a string of muffled thuds before they could get close.
They were all smashed sideways, left sprawled on the ground and wailing.
To make sure his two human hammers did not accidentally die, Chen Jing thoughtfully shielded their vital organs with Xiantian True Qi.
In scarcely an instant, the courtyard that had been seething like oil over a roaring fire was cleared.
Chen Jing casually sent his two dazed human hammers into the wall.
He pushed off the ground and hurtled toward the group surrounding Feng Mengsong.
Those who had charged him earlier were merely academy students, driven by hot blood but lacking any real strength.
The men now blocking Chen Jing were teachers of Hanshui Academy.
Every one of them had mastered all six arts and excelled in both scholarship and martial combat.
Seeing Chen Jing rush at them, the teachers were shocked and furious.
"Villain!"
"Enough of your arrogance!"
In an instant.
Their rebukes rang like thunder as true qi surged and righteous force billowed.
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