"Oh? Where did this little mud-legged bumpkin come from?
Dressed so shabbily, wearing long sleeves in weather this hot.
Can't even afford a short jacket?
Say, are you an internal-force martial artist too?" Jiang Meng mocked the utterly ordinary-looking Duan Xuan before waving a hand. "Get lost. I don't kill nobodies!"
Duan Xuan naturally did not rise to his provocation. He stared fixedly at Jiang Meng and had already paced onto the training ground.
"Kid, don't court death. That guy just took a huge amount of Blood and Qi Powder. His qi and blood are overflowing right now—you're no match for him," Chu Feng warned, clearly not holding much hope for Duan Xuan.
Remembering how even Chu Feng, a master at the pinnacle of the Dark Force realm, had been defeated with ease, Zhang Chen and Zhou Ye grew anxious as well.
"Junior Brother Duan, aba aba aba."
"Senior Brother Zhang Chen doesn't want you to fight this guy. If you lose, he'll cripple your foundation." They all knew about Jiang Meng going around challenging martial academies.
No one had said what happened if he won.
But all the major martial academies had reported that whenever one of their disciples lost, Jiang Meng would cripple their foundations and turn them into cripples.
The only reason Chu Feng and Zhou Ye had not yet been crippled was that Duan Xuan had arrived in time.
"Whether you fight or not isn't up to you lot." Jiang Meng removed his straw hat and kicked the others aside one by one, studying Duan Xuan with interest. "I'll finish you in three moves!"
The instant the straw hat hit the ground, Jiang Meng shot forward like a serpent racing through a river, launching a flying kick of astonishing speed and ferocity.
Since he had previously