"Ah..."
A pained scream rang out. A severed arm flew through the air, blood gushing like a pillar.
Jin Feng tumbled away, and the vice principal of Jiangshui City Martial Arts School hurriedly moved to catch him.
But the instant his hands touched Jin Feng, an immense force erupted from within Jin Feng's body and swept toward the vice principal.
The vice principal's expression darkened. Vast Star Power surged forth, forcibly suppressing that force. The rampaging aftershocks were all pressed down.
With a casual flick of his hand, the Star Power dissipated. The vice principal looked at Jin Feng's wound, and his pupils contracted.
Sharp sword qi radiated from the wound—it was Jin Feng's own sword qi!
His own sword qi had severed his arm!
With a swipe of his hand, the sharp sword qi vanished.
The vice principal looked grim, but he still forced out a smile. "Jiangcheng truly produces talents in abundance. But this violates the rules. How can one person occupy three slots?"
Jiang Changkong said calmly, "Vice Principal, your students said it themselves earlier. This is a matter between our students."
"This is against the rules." The vice principal's face darkened.
"Rules? You can change the rules whenever you like, and now that you've lost, you want to change them again?"
Jiang Changkong sneered, his gaze ice-cold. "Vice Principal, are these rules set by the Federation, or by you?"
The vice principal opened his mouth, then sighed helplessly. "Fine. We were in the wrong first."
A loss was a loss. If they kept kicking up a fuss, it would only bring more trouble.
They were all martial arts schools, all under the Federation. If he dared act recklessly, Yu Beilin and the others could report him directly to the Federation.
"Brother Feng, are you all right?