Expelling Me Again (2)

"Brats, we'll give you two a chance. Get on your knees and bark like dogs twice, and we'll let you go!"

"Come on! Get on your knees and bark, or we'll break your legs so you can never be Soul Masters again!"

Batuer and You Wulong pressed against each other, gripping their utensils tightly. They wanted nothing more than to fling them into these people's ugly faces.

But they also knew they didn't have the family backgrounds to let them do as they pleased.

"Bastards, you still dare stand there without moving!"

Someone suddenly kicked Batuer in the back, sending him sprawling to the floor and scattering his food everywhere. Then the person in front of him raised a foot and stomped down toward his head.

Smack!

A crisp sound suddenly rang out, and everyone froze as a figure flashed past them.

The fellow who had just raised his foot was especially stunned. A moment later, he realized someone had slapped him.

But when he saw who was standing in front of him, he froze, his body trembling slightly.

"W-Wang Feng."

"What are you doing? Is your leg bothering you?" Wang Feng pulled Batuer up and stared at the man, asking with a smile.

"I... yes, yes, yes, my leg's bothering me. It's a little itchy." The man smiled and hurriedly lowered his foot.

"Come on, lift it up and I'll treat it. An itchy leg is an illness. You can't put off treating it."

"No, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Brother, please be magnanimous and overlook my offense. Spare me!"

"You're lucky that foot didn't come down. If I hear you running your mouth again, you'll get more than a slap."

"Yes, yes, yes. I promise there won't be a next time."

"Scram!" Wang Feng snapped coldly. He turned to the person who had kicked Batuer and asked in a cold voice, "You were the one who kicked him just now?"

"So what if I was?" The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan student looked at Wang Feng arrogantly, showing no fear of him.

His words gave the other students around them a fright. Every one of them wanted nothing more than to slip away, but none dared leave.

Wang Feng chuckled, then suddenly raised his hand and delivered a smack across the man's face. He controlled his strength well, hurting the man badly without sending him flying.

"You dare hit me! I'm from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and you dare hit me!" The man flew into a rage.

Wang Feng ignored him and turned to Batuer instead. "How do you want to deal with this fellow?"

"I..." Batuer was at a loss for words, looking somewhat bewildered. After all, his status couldn't compare to the other man's. After hesitating, Batuer said, "Let's forget it this time!"

Wang Feng's expression darkened, but he nodded anyway. "Then we'll do as you say. Go get another serving of food!"

"Mm." Batuer nodded and was about to get more food, but the man refused to let it go. He blocked Batuer's path and snorted, "You piece of shit, you think you can come here just because someone's backing you up? Clean up the floor and crawl out on your belly, or I'll take your life. And yours too!"

"I gave you a chance to save face, but you don't want it!" Wang Feng's eyes changed, and with a swing of his hand, he sent the man flying, immediately drawing the attention of everyone on the third floor.

The cooks couldn't easily interfere, and as for the other students, they had spotted Wang Feng from a long way off. With Spirit Hall backing him, who dared interfere?

"You dare hit me! You're nothing but a dog raised by Spirit Hall, and you dare hit me! I want you dead!" The man climbed to his feet and glared viciously at Wang Feng as he roared.

Wang Feng smiled and tilted his neck slightly. "You want to kill me? Then I can't let you grow any stronger. Wouldn't that be raising a tiger to invite disaster?" With that, Wang Feng walked toward him step by step. The killing intent coming off him sent chills down everyone's spines, and they all stepped aside without thinking, not daring to come near.

The man suddenly realized something was wrong. He naturally knew who Wang Feng was, but he had been certain Wang Feng wouldn't dare kill anyone. After all, the dean was his uncle, and this wasn't like the start of the school year, when Bibi Dong had come in person and someone had been there to back Wang Feng up.

But now he could clearly feel the killing intent coming off Wang Feng, and it was terrifying.

"Y-you dare touch me! My uncle is the dean!"

"Hmph! Let alone your uncle being nothing more than a dean, even if that bastard Yu Yuanzhen came in person, you still wouldn't leave here alive today!"

Wang Feng's voice was loud enough for even the people on the second floor to hear.

"No, you can't touch me, or you'll be expelled!" The man was truly afraid now, because Wang Feng had already reached him, and he could feel the breath of death looming over his heart.

"Expelled? You underestimate me!" Wang Feng sneered, raised his foot, and stomped down without the slightest hesitation.

"Stop!" Just then, a shout came from the stairway.

But it was too late. Wang Feng wasn't about to pay attention to that. Since he had resolved to kill, he naturally wouldn't abandon the idea so easily.

Crack!

Wang Feng's foot landed on the man's chest. Terror filled the man's face, but he immediately stopped breathing, his life slipping away. Unless a god came, no one could save him.

"Bastard! Wang Feng, you dare openly commit murder! Do you really think this place belongs to your Spirit Hall?"

A figure at the stairway shouted angrily at Wang Feng, startling everyone into turning to look. The crowd around Batuer scattered in fright.

It was Yu Xiaogang, the dean of the Holy Academy. He had brought Tang San and the others here to eat.

He had heard Wang Feng's voice while on the stairs, but he was still a step too late.

Wang Feng chuckled and turned to Yu Xiaogang. "Dean, you're here," he said in surprise.

"You!" Yu Xiaogang was too angry to speak. How could he not know Wang Feng had done it on purpose?

"Look, Dean, this fellow was openly causing trouble in the academy cafeteria. He not only attacked and bullied other students, but also tried to kill me. He overestimated himself, though, and I killed him instead." Wang Feng spoke with a broad grin, plainly showing off his achievement.

"You, you!" Yu Xiaogang pointed at Wang Feng, trembling with rage.

"Aren't I amazing? There's no need to praise me, Dean. This was all my duty. As a member of the Holy Academy, I naturally have an obligation to rid it of a menace! Oh, right, Dean, you don't need to reward me either. Actually, when I do good deeds, I usually don't like to leave my name."

"Bastard! You... cough, cough!" Yu Xiaogang roared, only to choke and break into a violent coughing fit.

"Teacher, are you all right?" Tang San hurriedly supported Yu Xiaogang and asked with some concern.

"I'm fine." Yu Xiaogang waved a hand, his body trembling slightly. He glared at Wang Feng and shouted, "Wang Feng, you've defied the academy's rules again and again. Do you really think that because you're Bibi Dong's disciple, I don't dare expel you? Fine! As dean, I declare that from this moment on, you are no longer a student of the Holy Academy. Get out of the Holy Academy this instant!"

"Expelling me again?" Wang Feng looked at Yu Xiaogang in surprise, his gaze strange. "Dean, aren't you even going to ask what happened? I remember you were just as impatient at the academy gates back then. It's been over a year, and you're still this impatient! That won't do. How can you be a good dean of the Holy Academy like that?"

"Wang Feng, how dare you!" The fatty Ma Hongjun, standing beside Yu Xiaogang, pointed at Wang Feng and shouted angrily.