Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè, withdraw! Gàn Jìng clearly remembered striking this teacher, who extorted tuition from students, breaking both his hands right in front of the Headmaster three months ago, even slamming him against the wall. Who would have thought that, only three months later, upon returning to the academy, he would immediately run into this same teacher, who now appeared perfectly healthy, though the hatred in his eyes was tenfold compared to three months prior.

Three months! Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè glared at Gàn Jìng, his eyes brimming with venom, the corners nearly tearing open, blood threatening to spray, roaring internally, three whole months! In those three months, the fear that students once held for him had curdled into ceaseless, mocking whispers behind his back.

That feeling… that feeling! Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè clenched his fists so tightly his nails dug deep into his palms. Crimson blood slowly seeped out between his knuckles—what utter humiliation!

He had expected this student would never return after leaving the academy; instead, he was back after a mere three months. Gàn Jìng glanced at Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè, then at Aì Bì Jiā held gently in his arms, and offered a slight smile. Causing such a scene with so many onlookers today was bound to invite trouble.

Though he didn't fear trouble, Luó Qīng Qīng had the entire Luó Family Merchant Guild to manage. Since the teacher had given the order, it was best to graciously step down and release the girl. “What?

You dare defy a teacher’s order…” Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè’s angry face was laced with perverse delight. A surging Dou Qi abruptly burst forth from his body, causing the surrounding students to instinctively take a step back. Fú Mó Sān Zhàn!

The proud smile on Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè’s face belied the truth: his Dou Qi strength, which had stagnated, had seen a breakthrough due to the intense training fueled by his injury and the shame of being mocked. He hadn't just reached the level of a Fú Mó Warrior; he had attained Fú Mó Sān Zhàn! This was stronger than Gàn Jìng’s Fú Mó Èr Zhàn from three months ago!

I knew you wouldn't obey! The chance for revenge is finally here! Today, I will make you taste the agony of having both your arms shattered!

Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè’s shoulders suddenly convulsed. Streams of specialized Dou Qi surged into his shoulders and arms; the muscles in both limbs swelled rapidly with audible pēng pēng pēng sounds, tearing the high-quality fabric into countless shreds, revealing rock-hard musculature beneath. “Since you refuse to comply, according to academy rules!

I must enforce them and take you down!” Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè bent his knees sharply, shoving off the ground, covering the distance to Gàn Jìng in one massive stride. His small-pillar-thick arms, amplified by the power of Fú Mó Sān Zhàn, smashed downward. Gàn Jìng frowned slightly.

This man was clearly giving him no chance to de-escalate, intending to cripple him under the guise of academy rules for his own revenge. “You…” Gàn Jìng’s left hand flickered, tossing Aì Bì Jiā high toward a nearby pool. His right hand slammed down, unleashing the power of Zhū Mó Yī Zhàn.

The open palm grabbed and pressed the air, creating immense pressure that gave Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè no chance to retreat, driving the strike directly onto Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè’s Beast Skill, Bào Xióng Mó Bì (Exploding Bear Demon Arm). Kā ēn… Kā chā jiā… Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè’s thick arms instantly deflated like punctured balloons, growing thin again, resembling withered branches. Bright crimson blood sprayed violently from his pores.

His body flew backward over ten meters like a broken kite, skidding another ten meters on the ground before lying there, a man soaked in his own blood. Passing students stared dumbfounded at Gàn Jìng. This Warrior student wasn't weak!

With a single palm strike, he had sent the teacher Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè flying, his body a mess of broken bones and gore. Although many Warrior students could defeat this old dog, few dared to actually strike. His audacity was too immense!

To counter-attack a teacher! His courage eclipsed even the strength he displayed in defeating the old dog! Pūtōng!

In the sudden silence, the sound of a heavy object hitting the water echoed from the pool. Water splashed several meters high. Aì Bì Jiā struggled upright in the murky depths, her beautiful red magic robe now coated in filth.

Her fair, delicate face was smeared with the slightly foul mud, and her wet, black hair clung to her forehead. Her cherry-red lips repeatedly spat out greenish pool water mixed with bothersome aquatic weeds. “You…” Aì Bì Jiā raised her finger to curse Gàn Jìng, but her momentum instantly collapsed when her eyes inadvertently fell upon Gàn Jìng’s hand and then upon the blood-drenched figure of Teacher Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè lying on the ground.

The rising anger vanished, replaced entirely by fear. Gàn Jìng looked at the fallen Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè, then at Aì Bì Jiā standing in the water, shaking his head slightly. He had only come looking for Bì Luò this time, yet upon entering Zhēng Fá Academy, things had spiraled like this.

Did his very presence clash so fundamentally with the spirit of Zhēng Fá Academy? Pā… Pā… Pā pā de… The scene, which had held everyone spellbound, was broken by a series of slow, measured claps, drawing the attention of the crowd and Gàn Jìng himself. “Brilliant, a strike so beautiful it borders on perfection!

You unleashed the strength of Fú Mó Sì Zhàn without even activating your Bloodline Power or Bloodline War Form. I truly wonder how powerful you are when you unleash the War Form? That strike just now, you clearly held back significantly, otherwise this teacher would be spending the coming days underground, not in a sickbed.” On the relatively empty campus road walked a young Warrior clad in a neatly tailored, light-purple warrior uniform—clearly modified by design.

His steps were steady and measured; the distance covered by each footfall seemed perfectly calibrated. His black hair, reaching past his shoulders, swayed subtly as he walked, perplexing Gàn Jìng. There was no wind around them, yet his walking pace was enough to cause his long hair to drift gently.

This handsome Warrior, with a look of dashing elegance, truly possessed lips like polished red jade and brows like drawn swords above eyes that shone like stars. Who exactly was this newcomer? The young Warrior’s entrance immediately captured the gaze of everyone nearby.

Aì Bì Jiā quickly retreated behind her entourage, peeking through the gaps with a flushed face at the approaching figure. Gàn Jìng’s eyes narrowed again, his pupils contracting sharply—this young man had someone standing behind him! A figure over two meters tall, whose skin was dark as charcoal, with eyes that held almost no discernible thought, as if the only thing they registered was the young Warrior in front of him.

A very dangerous aura! Gàn Jìng frowned slightly. This man was clearly stronger than the young Warrior, yet the young man’s very presence commanded attention, causing others to overlook the imposing brute behind him.

Such command over presence was not something an ordinary person could achieve. “Allow me to introduce myself.” The young Warrior nodded minimally, yet the gesture conveyed the weight of a profound courtesy, creating an urge in others to bow in return: “Mù Nè, please call me Mù Nè. My name is Mù Nè Tiān Cè, a freshman this year.” Gàn Jìng gave a polite nod.

“Gàn Jìng.” Mù Nè Tiān Cè’s black, jewel-like eyes flickered with faint surprise. Was that it? A nod to conclude the exchange?

In Zhēng Fá Academy, this was the first time he had encountered such a reaction. Even Wǔ Tiān Liàn Líng Guān, the fifth-year student who ranked first among the academy’s Warriors and hailed from the prestigious Golden Griffin Bloodline family—a man brimming with inherent pride and glory—had not responded with such nonchalance. Gàn Jìng continued to observe Mù Nè Tiān Cè.

What was this young man’s background? While he couldn't sense an overpowering aura from him, nor any trace of arrogant superiority, he exuded an unmistakable air of nobility and high station. Putting aside raw strength, in terms of sheer temperament, Gàn Jìng felt that even Gàn Wú Shuāng, the center of attention in the Gàn family, possessed a slightly lesser aura than this young man.

Although Gàn Wú Shuāng’s inherent aura was beginning to be tempered, the noble quality radiating from this young Warrior was already subtly internalized, naturally drawing anyone conversing with him toward a desire for closeness. This kind of temperament… Gàn Jìng nodded lightly. If combined with Grade-A interpersonal skills and the backing of a powerful force, Mù Nè Tiān Cè would likely be inundated with offers of followers in Zhēng Fá Academy.

“Fellow student, are you perhaps looking for Bì Luò?” Mù Nè Tiān Cè smiled, gesturing to the side as he drew a folding fan from his sleeve, lightly tapping it in his palm. “Why don't I guide you there?” Gàn Jìng took a step forward and nodded slightly. “Then, thank you.” “Hahahaha…” Mù Nè Tiān Cè laughed heartily.

“Between fellow students, why the thanks? On the battlefield someday, we will be comrades facing life and death. Perhaps you, Gàn Jìng, will even save my life.” The conflict had started suddenly and ended bizarrely.

Passing students looked at Gàn Jìng with intense curiosity. The power of Fú Mó Sì Zhàn! Although Mù Nè Tiān Cè had not been at the academy long, he had already made a name for himself, and his sharp eyes had never been wrong about assessing strength.

The strength of Zhū Mó Yī Zhàn! Yet he appeared to be a newcomer with no established fame in Zhēng Fá Academy! “Oh, right, Teacher Mò Suǒ Kūn Chè mentioned earlier… he seemed to be returning to the academy after a three-month absence.” “That’s right.

Looking at this, the competition for the Academy’s Hundred Battle Ranking will become much fiercer.” “Indeed. I also heard that a Warrior with the Hydra Bloodline also enrolled, but hasn't shown up for class yet…” “Hydra Bloodline? One of the Ten Great Bloodlines?

Though he might be young, perhaps there’s a chance to force out the Bloodline War Form of the Thunder Lion King, Wǔ Tiān Liàn Líng Guān?” “Gàn Jìng…” Aì Bì Jiā gritted her teeth so hard they felt like shattering, the arm holding her staff trembling slightly, her small chest rising and falling rapidly. “Master…” The four Magician students stood cautiously nearby. “This Gàn Jìng seems hard to deal with.” “Of course, I know that!” Aì Bì Jiā stomped her foot in frustration, kicking up a spray of mud.

“Father said this man killed that slut Léi Yuè Yuè! The decline of the Léi family is somehow connected to him.” “Léi Yuè Yuè? The decline of the Léi family… is connected to him?”