"That's right! That's right! Kick him out! He has to be kicked out!"
Wei Cangyue ignored everyone and looked at Jiang Fan again. "Roll up your pant legs. Let me see."
Seeing that he had no room to refuse, Jiang Fan bent down and rolled up his pant legs.
When Wei Cangyue saw exactly what Jiang Fan was wearing around his ankles, clear surprise showed in his eyes.
"F-grade alloy!"
The students exchanged looks, all seeing shock in one another's eyes.
"Are you kidding me? Jiang Fan ran with us wearing F-grade alloy weight rings, and not only did he leave all of us behind, he even beat Mu Feng, a late-stage martial apprentice! My god, is Jiang Fan's physique really that powerful?"
"Exactly! Whoever becomes his girlfriend would die of happiness, wouldn't she?" A girl said this.
After the girl finished speaking, almost everyone's gaze landed on her in unison.
The girl blushed.
Among the crowd, Jiang Fan's former fiancée, Tong Shuyao, bit her red lip tightly with her pearly teeth, her eyes filled with unwillingness as she looked at Jiang Fan.
"Where did you get those weight rings? As far as I know, you're living in the slums right now?" Wei Cangyue couldn't help asking.
Jiang Fan replied calmly, "That's my secret."
"Hey! You little brat!" Wei Cangyue hooked an arm around Jiang Fan's neck and dragged him aside without giving him a say.
"Tell me, were you the one climbing up and down Plow Mountain last night?"
Jiang Fan raised his brows slightly. As it happened, after he finished running last night, Crazy Old Man had specifically come over to tell him that if anyone asked whether he climbed Plow Mountain every night, he absolutely must not say yes, or he would land himself in serious trouble.
At the time, Crazy Old Man had been holding a wine flask, reeking of alcohol from head to toe. He hadn't known whether Crazy Old Man's words were true or false, or simply drunken ravings.
But judging by Wei Cangyue's question just now, his instincts told him that it was better not to admit it.
"It wasn't me." Jiang Fan put his talent for lying through his teeth to use, without blushing or his heart skipping a beat.
Wei Cangyue carefully observed the young man before him. No matter how he looked, he could hardly find the slightest trace of a lie on his face.
Could it really not have been him?
But if it wasn't him, how could an early-stage martial apprentice wearing F-grade alloy weight rings have beaten a late-stage martial apprentice?
"Tell the truth. If you admit it, I'll give you another Body Restoration Pill."
Jiang Fan's eyes lit up. "You mean it?"
"Of course! A man's word is a nail driven home."
"All right, then. It was me."
He admitted it? Wei Cangyue was just about to rejoice when he saw Jiang Fan hold out his hand.
"The Body Restoration Pill."
Wei Cangyue suddenly felt that something wasn't quite right.
"Was it really you last night?"
Jiang Fan said, "Give me the Body Restoration Pill first."
Wei Cangyue released Jiang Fan's neck. "You've got some nerve, kid. You actually dared to trick me for a single Body Restoration Pill?"
Jiang Fan acted as though his lie had been exposed, putting on a regretful expression.
Seeing Jiang Fan's utterly natural expression, Wei Cangyue knew he had found the wrong person.
Jiang Fan reached out toward Wei Cangyue's hand again. "My Body Restoration Pill."
"Like hell you're getting one. You weren't the one last night!" Wei Cangyue said irritably.
Jiang Fan said, "I won the race just now. The first-place prize."
To be honest, Wei Cangyue really didn't want to give it to him, and he also wanted to beat Jiang Fan up.
But for the sake of his dignity, he gave it to Jiang Fan in the end.
"Everyone-" Wei Cangyue had just started speaking when a sudden furious shout drowned him out.
"Jiang Fan!"
As the roar rang out, everyone's eyes, including Jiang Fan's, turned toward Jiang Qifeng, who was approaching from below.
"How vicious of you! You actually broke Youtian's leg!"
Flanked by two bodyguards, Jiang Qifeng strode toward Jiang Fan in an uncontrollable rage.
"Jiang Youtian brought it on himself," Jiang Fan said with a cold smile playing at his lips.
"You-you-" Jiang Qifeng was so angry that he couldn't even finish his sentence. He looked at the bodyguards on either side of him. Both were late-stage martial apprentice thugs he had specially hired.
"You two, get over there and break both his legs!"
"Yes, boss."
The two bodyguards cracked their knuckles, looking utterly ferocious.
Jiang Fan stood where he was the entire time, his expression unmoved by their intimidation.
Just as the two bodyguards were about to attack Jiang Fan, Wei Cangyue walked up to Jiang Qifeng.
"You're Jiang Youtian's parent, correct? Jiang Youtian and Jiang Fan agreed to the PK voluntarily, and they signed a life-and-death waiver before it began. No matter what injuries or disabilities resulted from the match, neither would be held responsible to the other."
"Instructor Wei, I know you're a second-rank martial artist. Under normal circumstances, I would certainly give you face. But Jiang Fan went too far this time, so I must avenge my son. I hope you won't interfere."
With that, Jiang Qifeng, his head clouded by rage, ignored Wei Cangyue and looked at the two bodyguards again.
"Don't just stand there! Get him! Tear Jiang Fan's legs off!"
Before Jiang Qifeng's voice had fully faded, Wei Cangyue, who had been standing right in front of him, suddenly vanished into an afterimage. Before he even had time to react in shock, two screams like pigs being slaughtered abruptly rang out.
The next second, the two bodyguards flew backward as though they had been hit by a speeding train and crashed heavily in front of Jiang Qifeng, making the ground tremble slightly as dust billowed up.
Wei Cangyue had moved so quickly that no one could see how he had struck before the bodyguards went flying.
Jiang Fan was not among those people. As a junior psychic, he had seen Wei Cangyue's movements clearly and thoroughly, frame by frame, as though watching a film in slow motion.
Just now, when Jiang Qifeng ordered the two bodyguards to attack him, Wei Cangyue had returned to stand before him with the speed of wind and lightning, then sent the two bodyguards flying with one kick each.
There had been no flashy movements, only an absolute crushing disparity in strength.
Jiang Qifeng was thoroughly cowed. The aggressive air he had arrived with had long since faded, replaced by intense terror and dread.
Was this a second-rank martial artist? Strength far beyond that of a martial apprentice-wasn't this far too terrifying?
The more he thought about it, the more uncontrollably Jiang Qifeng's legs trembled.
Wei Cangyue walked up to Jiang Qifeng with a smile. "Do you still want your men to keep attacking?"
"No, no, no-" Jiang Qifeng backed away repeatedly in fright, fine beads of sweat covering his paper-white face.
Wei Cangyue's smile faded. "Go back and tell Jiang Youtian that this is how our circle has always worked. Before cultivating martial arts, cultivate virtue. You may concede defeat, but you must never submit to it. Losing isn't shameful, but running to your parents afterward and having an ordinary person of a parent settle the score with your opponent means you don't deserve to be a martial artist. With my old temper, I would have kicked Jiang Youtian out of the special training class for certain. But considering that reaching middle-stage martial apprentice wasn't easy for him, I'll give him one chance. If there's a next time, he'll be expelled from the special training class on the spot!"