Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Sweeping with a Stick
A young man challenged a top figure in the academy with an utterly disdainful tone. Who had ever seen such a scene before?
The students who came over were all heart-pounding. Damn, it was thrilling.
They felt as if they were seeing the spirited young genius from last year return, even more impressive than before.
“Shi Hao, you, you—you—” Yu Xi pointed at Shi Hao, too angry to speak.
Yet, the two from the Song family were very calm. He was just a young man after all. How strong could he be?
It was nothing but futile struggle—though they had indeed been shocked a moment ago.
But from the moment this young man offended the Song Family, his fate had been sealed.
Shi Hao smiled and walked towards Yu Xi and the others, speaking lightly, “If I were a young master of the Zheng Family, the Chu Family, or even the Mao Family, the Lin Family, or a descendant of the City Lord’s Mansion, would you dare to bully me ?”
“Heh, you’re just bullies who frighten at the tough and oppress the weak. Seeing that I have no background, you think you can flatten me as you wish, or twist me into any shape.”
“Unfortunately, you are terribly wrong!”
“I am not from a prominent family, but to me, those prominent families are worth less than nothing!”
This declaration resonated powerfully!
The listening students all felt their blood boil, overwhelmingly excited, their scalps tingling.
They practiced martial arts and sought strength so that one day they could stand at the martial arts peak, looking down upon all beings and shattering the established hierarchy of power.
One should be exactly !
What prominent families? I’ll shatter them with one punch.
Yu Xi, however, snorted coldly, “Empty boasting!”
He stood up—it seemed he had to take action himself.
He had once been a student at Starwind Academy and had stayed to teach after graduating. It had taken him thirty years to climb to the position of vice dean.
At fifty years old, though his physical strength had begun to decline, he had maintained a level of 16,000 pounds of force through relentless daily practice; however, progressing further was no longer possible.
“Shi Hao, you are too arrogant!” he charged at Shi Hao in a burst, unleashing the Tiger Wind Fist, as ferocious as a tiger descending a mountain, filled with dominance.
—He had practiced the Tiger Wind Fist all his life and had naturally brought this martial technique to the peak of perfection.
Shi Hao swung his stick with one hand, smashing it towards Yu Xi’s head.
Seeing the hundred-pound club handled by Shi Hao as easily as a chopstick, the crowd was once again shocked, their scalps tingling.
What terrifying strength was this?
Yu Xi felt it deepest, having just charged out to see an iron rod coming head-on, the fierce wind howling terrifyingly.
At that moment, he couldn’t dodge, so he had to block overhead with both fists.
The sound of bones breaking was heard; then Yu Xi staggered back, both of his hands twisted at an unbelievable angle, having been thoroughly smashed.
“Ah—” He screamed; the broken bones pierced through his flesh, a truly heart-wrenching pain.
Watching Yu Xi scream , the middle-aged man who had been holding the stick suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if his foot didn’t hurt as much anymore.
However, everyone else was utterly horrified.
Shi Hao was utterly rebellious—he dared to strike even the vice dean, truly defying the heavens.
Yet, his strength was incredibly formidable.
Everyone knew that Shi Hao had represented the academy in the Imperial Capital Martial Competition last year and had even won second place. However, he was crippled during the competition. Even if he has recovered now, how could he possibly advance from a primary martial disciple to a high-level martial disciple in just one year?
No, no, no. He easily defeated Yu Xi, which should be the strength of a primary martial master.
Although Mengyang City has almost ten primary martial masters, which of them didn’t reach this level around the age of thirty?
Even Song Yang and Song Changtai were trembling. If Shi Hao was really a primary martial master, then they had provoked a formidable enemy for the Song Family!
They were not afraid of primary martial masters, but Shi Hao was just too young. Could he really stop at this realm?
A mid-level martial master? Or even… a high-level martial master?
In Hua Yuan Nation, the powerful are revered. If they offended a high-level martial master, it was very likely that they could be annihilated overnight, and the culprit might escape the law.
Thinking this, they firmly made up their minds. Since they had already offended him, they must eradicate him completely, leaving no chance for Shi Hao to grow stronger.
Both stood up at the same time. Song Yang turned to Ni Wenxing and said, “Dean Ni, please lend us a hand.”
Song Changtai, on the other hand, turned to the Sheng Ze Xue and said, “Dean Sheng, help us take down this wicked child, and the Song Family will surely reward you greatly!”
Four high-level martial disciples should be able to trap Shi Hao. Then, with additional reinforcements, today, this wicked child could be executed on the spot.
Ni Wenxing and Dean Sheng both pondered. On one hand, there was the pressure from the Song Family. If they did not put forth their effort now, they might inevitably incur the Song Family’s retribution later. On the other hand, Shi Hao was too outstanding, which made them value his talent yet also filled them with fear.
Hadn’t they seen Yu Xi’s miserable state?
“One thousand two hundred silver!” Song Yang, seeing their hesitation, immediately offered a reward.
This tempted both Deans. Although they were at the vice-dean level, their monthly salary was not much. Moreover, years of training had accumulated many concealed injuries; their bones ached on rainy days, a lot of money went on medicinal supplements, and they also had to Find your next favorite novel on NovelHub today! There truly wasn’t enough money.
One thousand two hundred silver, that was enough to match three years of their salary.
But they were still somewhat undecided, after all, Shi Hao’s strength was evident.
“One thousand five hundred silver!” Song Changtai raised the offer.
“Done!” Dean Sheng immediately agreed.
Seeing Dean Sheng loosen up, Ni Wenxing also nodded.
In an instant, the formation of four great masters surrounding him was established.
Shameless! Four people, almost two hundred years old collectively, were ganging up on a mere sixteen-year-old boy.
Shi Hao didn’t care; no matter how many sheep there were, they were merely lambs for the tiger’s feast.
A true strong one doesn’t care about the number of his enemies.
No, these people didn’t even deserve to be called enemies.
Shi Hao carried his stick forward, and the other end scraped against the floor tiles, letting out a grating noise that made many clench their teeth in discomfort.
Song Changtai barked loudly. Four men rushed out simultaneously, each displaying their martial techniques, attacking Shi Hao.
Shi Hao smiled faintly, lifted his hand, and the iron stick began to swirl around, creating a roaring wind incredibly fast.
A blow struck Song Changtai in the waist, sending him crashing into Ni Wenxing, who was knocked together into one heap. But the force of the blow didn’t dissipate there and continued toward Song Yang.
With two men being thrown at him, who had ever seen such a shocking scene?
Song Yang couldn’t even react in time. Bang, the two men had already hit him, and the three men immediately collided together, the terrible force of the impact causing a series of bone-shattering sounds that was chilling to hear.