He Weifang's father is a celebrity entrepreneur in Linjiang City, so he has been spoiled since childhood and is used to being unreasonable. He is also notoriously domineering at Linjiang First High School, making many students avoid him like the plague.
At this moment, He Weifang looked at Ye Qingzhou with a displeased expression, obviously coming with ill intentions: "Didn't I warn you before to stay away from Yun Shanshan?"
Ye Qingzhou leisurely waved his chopsticks to finish his last mouthful of rice, calmly put down his tray, and then replied in a calm tone: "So what?"
"Still pretending with me? During PE class today, you made her cry, did you think I wouldn't find out?"
He Weifang's anger boiled over, his muscular body was as hard as a rock, making his training clothes bulge. His exaggerated pectoral muscles rhythmically bounced with his words, putting on a posture that seemed eager to smash Ye Qingzhou's head on the spot: "You dared to make my beloved girl cry, speak up, how do you want to die?"
Huang Liwen was shocked: "Holy crap, you made Yun Shanshan cry? I wondered why you disappeared for so long during PE class, turns out you went behind my back to do that sort of thing!"
The surrounding students were also shocked, did the well-known puppy-love chasing Ye Qingzhou from Class Seven make the class beauty Yun Shanshan from Class Six cry?
Wow, that's big news!
Daring to plant grass on the Little Overlord He Weifang's head, impressive!
Ye Qingzhou ignored the surrounding gossip. He remained composed, his gaze calm: "First of all, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry is qualified to order me around, so your previous warning, I just considered it a load of crap. Secondly, I'm no longer interested in Yun Shanshan, so if you have time, please keep her away from me, got it?"
Standing on the side, Huang Liwen was dumbfounded after hearing Ye Qingzhou's words. When did his usually timid desk mate become so bold?
Has he lost his mind?
Moreover, he made Yun Shanshan cry and then lost interest, what kind of scumbag talk is this, and he even plans to let He Weifang take over?
Wow, so much information, my brain feels a bit messy.
As for He Weifang, he was nearly driven mad with anger, his fist as big as a sand pot clenched tightly, pounding the dining table with loud thuds: "Alright, alright, it seems the lesson I gave you last time wasn't enough, instead it kicked your brain silly."
"Oh? So it was you who kicked me with a soccer ball last time?"
Ye Qingzhou's drooping eyelids finally lifted slightly, a hint of killing intent stirring in his heart. The original host might have been killed by He Weifang's kick, which allowed him to take over.
For threats and malice, Ye Qingzhou believes in nipping them in the bud, better to kill mistakenly than to let go.
However, since many people are watching, he doesn't want to become a fugitive, so he temporarily suppressed his killing intent.
He Weifang had no idea that he had just walked on the brink of death at the Ghost Gate. He continued to provoke Ye Qingzhou relentlessly: "If you kneel down now and kowtow to me three times, we'll call it even. Otherwise..."
After saying that, he took a palm-sized green stone from a lackey beside him and smashed it with a single punch.
In the flying dust, his black-blue fist remained unscathed, causing the surrounding students to gasp.
Huang Liwen couldn't help but exclaim: "Holy crap, Iron Arm Skill from the Iron Fist Sect!"
"Hahaha~"
He Weifang laughed smugly: "That's right, I've joined the Iron Fist Sect and learned their true teachings, so Ye Qingzhou, you'd better think it through. Otherwise, one punch from me and you might die."
The Iron Fist Sect is one of the seven local martial arts schools in Linjiang City, established for less than fifty years but has a master-level martial artist presiding. Therefore, it still holds significant influence in the city, drawing many wealthy people who spend a fortune to send their children for training.
The Iron Arm Skill is the exclusive secret of the Iron Fist Sect, renowned far and wide. It's said that practicing it to Great Success makes one impervious to swords and can even easily pierce 10mm thick steel plates, a truly formidable power.
Even though He Weifang is only at the entry level now, he could kill someone with a single punch.
Despite trembling in fear, Huang Liwen still stood firmly by Ye Qingzhou's side: "He Weifang, don't go too far!"
Then he whispered to Ye Qingzhou: "Why not bow down first? A wise man knows when to retreat. Thirty years on the east side of the river, thirty years on the west side. We can drink wolfberry tea every day until he dies and then dance on his grave."
However, facing the aggressive He Weifang, Ye Qingzhou remained very calm. He only glanced at the smashed stone and blandly commented: "Impressive strength, but your technique is terrible."
He Weifang was so enraged he laughed: "Do you think I won't dare blow your head up? Let's see if your head is as hard as a rock."
"I said you're bad, and you still don't believe? What's the use of just smashing stones? I've never seen stones fight back, remember, your opponent is a living person."
Ye Qingzhou shook his head speechlessly, then took out his last walnut from his pocket, placing it in the soup bowl filled with seaweed egg drop soup: "Tell you what, I'm too lazy to bully trash like you. Here's a walnut, if you can smash it without touching the bottom, forget about me kneeling, I'll kill myself right here."
A tiny walnut, if placed on the ground, He Weifang wouldn't even need to punch. With his Iron Arm Skill entry level, he could easily crush it with one finger.
But now the walnut floated on the soup, and every hit just sank it. He Weifang tried six times, getting soup all over himself, and still failed, angrily glaring at Ye Qingzhou: "You're messing with me? No one could do this!"
Ye Qingzhou said nothing, just slightly adjusted his breathing, then stomped his foot, instantly channeling force from the ground through his spine to his fingertips.
Then, with his left hand fingers forming a sword, he struck with lightning speed.
Crack~
With force concentrated at a point, it exploded instantly, and the walnut shattered on cue, splashing soup on He Weifang's sports suit again.
Ye Qingzhou nonchalantly took out a tissue, gently wiping his fingertips, and said disdainfully: "Watch closely, this move is called 'Dragon-Pointing'. Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't. If you're bad, practice more."
He Weifang had never suffered such humiliation.
He still wanted to attack Ye Qingzhou, but his iron punches missed repeatedly, and even when his lackeys swarmed him, they couldn't touch Ye Qingzhou's clothes, eventually all getting their throats poked by Ye Qingzhou's fingers and gasping for air before being carried to the school's medical room.
"Holy crap, did you kill He Weifang?"
"You idiot, killing is illegal in broad daylight, I just taught him a lesson."
"When did you become so strong? Did you secretly hire a private coach?"
"I wish, but I'm broke. Didn't I tell you? I'm a one-in-a-million martial arts genius, it's only natural that I learn martial arts quickly."
"Bullshit! You've only trained for two classes today, and I thought you were joking. Are you serious?"
Even though Ye Qingzhou took on five at once right before him, Huang Liwen still found it hard to believe. His desk mate couldn't possibly be this fierce!
Then Huang Liwen switched to a cheeky expression: "By the way, during PE class earlier, did you really make Yun Shanshan cry in the woods?"
"No, ask again and I'll hit your head sideways."
"You scumbag, planning to deny it after playing around?"
"She didn't pay me, what's there to acknowledge?"
"Holy crap, you actually asked her for money?"
"What else?"
"Awesome! How did you do it, can you teach me?"
"Sure, V me a thousand, and I'll tell you."
"Damn, you're even trying to scam my money? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"