"Vent some of my frustration?"
Xiao Chunkong and the others heard Chen Fan's words, and their mouths twitched as their faces darkened.
They turned to look at the girl, only to see her nose bright red, blood streaming from it. She looked utterly pitiful.
"You bastard!"
Before Xiao Chunkong could say anything, a tall young man behind him charged toward Chen Fan on the other side of the arena!
"How dare you hurt Yurong!"
The young man was barely in his twenties, tall and radiating Killing Intent. He was clearly no easy opponent.
In the blink of an eye, he was upon Chen Fan, swinging a fist at him!
Yet Chen Fan remained unmoved, coldly watching the young man charge toward him.
Suddenly, Xiao Chunkong's voice rang out. "Mu Lei, stop!"
Whoosh!
Mu Lei's fist halted barely two inches from Chen Fan.
He didn't swing it any farther.
Chen Fan's lips curled into a smile. "You... dare to hit me?"
A wager match was one thing.
Dong Guzhi was happy to see his disciples compete with one another.
But if Mu Lei attacked the headmaster's personal disciple outside a wager match, he would probably be expelled from the academy on the spot!
Besides, Chen Fan had no real grudge against him. He had only injured Xiao Yurong while sparring with her.
Mu Lei was clearly close to Xiao Yurong, or at least had feelings for the girl on his own side.
By then, Lin Shiyu and the others had stepped forward too, standing between Chen Fan and Mu Lei.
They stared coldly at Mu Lei.
"Don't forget that Junior Brother Chen is the headmaster's personal disciple! He may be young, but that doesn't mean he's an easy target!"
Mu Lei's mouth twitched. He glared at Chen Fan, furious, but ultimately