Hearing Yang Ming say, "You actually dared to bully my people," Xiao Wu blushed. It felt so good to have someone who cared about her like an older brother.
She cautiously glanced up at Yang Ming. Seeing that he had not noticed, she sighed in relief, yet also felt annoyed at being ignored.
A woman's heart was as unfathomable as the depths of the sea.
Naturally, Yang Ming had no idea that in such a short time, Xiao Wu's emotions had already gone through countless changes, like riding a roller coaster.
However, Yang Ming could clearly see that the older students led by Boss Xiao had been so enraged by his words that their lungs were about to explode!
Liu Long, who had just defeated Wang Sheng, carried a long staff and was the first to step forward. With contempt and arrogance toward the younger students, he swaggered up to Yang Ming. Using his height advantage, he looked down at him and sneered:
"Just you? You want to take all of us on alone? Let's see how I smash you to death with one blow!"
As he spoke, Liu Long gripped his staff with both hands, Soul Power fluctuations emerging around him. He swung the staff with fierce momentum, its countless shadows sealing off every direction around Yang Ming—front, back, left, and right—leaving him no room to evade.
Wang Sheng's pupils contracted as he sucked in a cold breath.
Just now, he had been intimidated by Liu Long's dense staff shadows and had no choice but to trade injuries for a chance to charge forward and attack. Unfortunately, he had ultimately failed and ended up covered in wounds.
Wang Sheng had only heard about Yang Ming's exploits from Tang San and did not know enough about his strength. Not wanting Yang Ming to follow in his footsteps, he hurriedly warned him:
"Watch out..."
However, before he could finish speaking, he witnessed a shocking scene!
Within the seemingly impenetrable staff shadows, Yang Ming was like a butterfly swept into a storm. A faint smile rested on his lips as he lightly stepped through Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. No one could see his movements clearly; they could only see him strolling leisurely through the staff shadows.
Whenever Liu Long's staff was about to strike Yang Ming, Yang Ming would lightly evade it at precisely the right instant, as though Liu Long were deliberately going easy on him.
Boss Xiao's eyelids twitched as he cursed furiously:
"Liu Long, you bastard, what the hell are you doing? Why haven't you hit that brat? Are you going easy on him?!"
Clearly, Boss Xiao had misunderstood Liu Long.
As the person involved, Liu Long was the one who truly understood the exquisite and unique brilliance of Yang Ming's footwork. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans seeped from his forehead and streamed down.
Hearing Boss Xiao's dissatisfaction, Liu Long said in a tearful voice:
"Boss Xiao, I want to hit him too, but my strength won't allow it!"
Boss Xiao's expression shifted. After observing more carefully, his face immediately changed drastically.
Although Boss Xiao was usually arrogant and domineering, and was himself a spoiled young master from Notting City, his family background meant that he had seen many strong people. His experience and insight were not lacking.
If Yang Ming's movements were captured on camera and broken down frame by frame, they would have been as beautiful as a painting!
Every movement was perfectly measured. Any more would have been excessive, any less insufficient. It was simply flawless!
Judging by such footwork, Yang Ming's strength was undoubtedly extraordinary. The reason he had not immediately dealt with Liu Long was merely because he was toying with him like a monkey.
Thinking back to what Yang Ming had said earlier, Boss Xiao's face darkened. No matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he could not avoid the fact that Yang Ming was stronger than all of them.
Boss Xiao gestured toward the others and shouted in a low voice:
"Everyone, attack together!"
The remaining students did not understand why Boss Xiao had looked down on Yang Ming just moments ago, only to suddenly change his mind. They voiced their doubts:
"Boss Xiao, are you sure?"
Boss Xiao glared at them impatiently and snapped in embarrassment:
"I told you to attack, so attack! Why are you yammering on?!"
At once, the twenty-odd older students fell silent, not daring to question him further. Burying their confusion, they rushed forward to support Liu Long.
A student slightly taller than Yang Ming named Ling Feng leaped into the air. With a nimble flip midair, he spread his arms and somehow glided two meters as he pounced toward Yang Ming's head.
Ling Feng was extremely fast and was hailed as the fastest student among the sixth-years.
Seeing this, Yang Ming did not dare to be careless.
After all, this was only a spar. He could not use his Martial Soul. Whether it was the Green Lotus Core Flame or the Mysterious Sword, once he made a move, someone would surely die.
"Good timing!"
Yang Ming drew the spear from his back. With a flash of spear light, he passed directly over Liu Long's staff and sent him flying far away with a single thrust.
Liu Long fell onto the grass two meters away. After getting back up, he was still indignant and wanted to return for revenge. But when he looked down, he discovered that at some point, his belt had been sliced apart, exposing what lay beneath. His face burned as he covered his crotch.
How could Liu Long not understand now that if Yang Ming had not held back, his little brother would have been gone already?
After dealing with one person first, Yang Ming planted his spear against the ground and soared into the air like a flying swallow, the spearhead aimed directly at Ling Feng.
Ling Feng was horrified. He had watched Yang Ming send Liu Long flying from start to finish, so how could he dare confront him head-on?
Suddenly, Ling Feng's body flipped in midair. With a flap of his arms, he forcibly changed direction, turning from a dive into a retreat.
But while he was fast, Yang Ming was even faster!
A sharp whistle tore through the air from behind him. Ling Feng had only just turned his head when a point of spear light filled his vision!
Bang!
Yang Ming used the spear shaft like a staff and viciously struck Ling Feng's back, smashing him down from the sky.
As Ling Feng fell, Yang Ming descended with his spear into the midst of the other twenty-odd students charging toward him.
Ruthless Charge!
With one strike of his spear against the ground, a wave of air erupted from Yang Ming as its center, directly blasting the twenty-odd students into the air.
The unluckiest was Ling Feng. He had just hit the ground hard enough to be left dazed, only to be launched into the air again.
The sound of air splitting—"whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"—rang beside his ears. Before Ling Feng could react, Yang Ming sent him flying once more.
One, two, three... Apart from Boss Xiao and Liu Long, whose fighting spirit had completely vanished, more than twenty older students collapsed onto the grass in a human pile. At the very bottom was the unfortunate Ling Feng, nearly unable to breathe under the weight of everyone above him.
Looking at the pile that had crashed down before him, Boss Xiao was still completely stunned.
Who was I?
Where was I?
What was I doing?
Boss Xiao stared blankly with wide, lifeless eyes. He simply could not believe that what had happened before him was real.
There were more than twenty of them!
Even if they had been pigs, defeating them would have taken some effort, right?
But Yang Ming?
From the moment he got serious until everything was settled, how much time had even passed?
Looking at the footprints on the grass from the few steps he had just taken, Boss Xiao was utterly lost.
Bao Bao really wanted to cry!
(Third update)
(Thanks to Mo for the 200 book coin reward, thanks to Di for the 200 book coin reward, and thanks to Hei for the 100 book coin reward)
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