A Wimp with a Combat Power of 5

(Two updates)

Yang Ming's slap came without warning and with tremendous force. It not only sent the leading young man flying, but also swelled one side of his face until it looked like a pig's head.

Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, the other noble students of Tiandu Royal Academy stared in shock, their expressions changing.

Perhaps they had never imagined that these commoner bumpkins would actually dare to lay hands on them at the academy gates.

Comfort breeds weakness. These noble students had lived easy lives for far too long and had long since lost their fighting spirit. Seeing how vicious Yang Ming was, their first reaction was not to save their leader, but to retreat at top speed.

Better you die than me!

The leading young man struggled to his feet, but his ears were still ringing, and his vision remained blurred.

Clutching his swollen face, he stammered,

"Y-You actually dared to hit me! Believe it or not, when I get back, I'll report you to the teachers and have them beat you to death!"

A cold arc curled across Yang Ming's lips. Combined with the chill in his eyes, he seemed less like a person and more like a ferocious Soul Beast wearing human skin.

The next moment, Yang Ming moved swiftly and drove a vicious kick into the leading young man's chest.

Yang Ming had not used his full strength and had held back somewhat, but even so, it was far beyond what these noble students, who usually neglected their training, could withstand.

A sharp crack of breaking ribs rang out. The leading young man's eyes widened as blood sprayed wildly from his mouth.

Yang Ming was somewhat taken aback. He had not expected the other side to be this weak.

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