"Do you dare say that again?" Gao Jie walked up to the man who had been mocking them, lowered his head, and asked with a ferocious expression. He had been a burly man even before training, and after three weeks of demonic workouts, he was built like a young bull.
He was a genuinely intimidating sight to most people.
The man glanced at his powerful muscles and swallowed hard.
Ordinarily, he would have just apologized and backed down, and that would have been the end of it.
But with his classmates all around, how could he just back down and admit he was wrong?
Everyone would look down on him!
Worse still, the girl he liked was in the crowd.
Adding to that, a few troublemakers who enjoyed a good show were egging him on from the sidelines, yelling, "Don’t back down!"
"I said it. So what?"
Gao Jie frowned. The man saw it and thought, ’Is he backing down?’
But before a triumphant smirk could form on his face, a gauze-wrapped head...
...slammed into him with a THUD.
BOOM!!
The man felt as if his chest had been slammed by a locomotive.
An immense force struck him, not only shattering his bones but also sending him flying backward.
He left a spray of blood in his wake before finally slamming into a wall, where he lay looking to be on death’s door, his breathing shallow.
"?!"
The students from Tang En’s group were all stunned for a moment.
The cook dishing out food felt his head buzz. ’This is bad,’ he thought.
If someone died, he would probably be implicated.
Gao Jie himself was also a little stunned.
’I just tapped him lightly with my head. How did he end up in this terrible state?!’
He failed to consider that he had been constantly headbutting a bronze cauldron weighing thousands of pounds.
Although he hadn’t been at it for long and had yet to master the technique...
...his head, fortified by medicinal baths and other enhancements, was already far harder than an ordinary person’s.
By practicing the Twelve Forms of Dharma’s Muscle and Tendon Changer, his essence, energy, and spirit had all skyrocketed to varying degrees.
With all these factors combined, the power of his headbutt was truly formidable.
If this had happened out in the real world, a fight like this might have ended right then and there.
But everyone present was young and hot-headed.
Moreover, as martial arts practitioners themselves, their pride was already through the roof.
Instead of being intimidated by Gao Jie’s attack, Tang En’s students were provoked, and it brought out their vicious side.
Most importantly, they had strength in numbers!
One hundred and fifty versus fifty.
Was there even any doubt?
’We’ll beat them to a pulp!’
"Get him! Kill him!"
A crowd surged forward, but of course, He Xiaotian’s disciples weren’t about to just sit there and take it.
"Let’s do this!"
It was impossible to say they didn’t have some pent-up resentment after all these days of hellish training.
They were just afraid of their muscle-bound tyrant of a master, so they all stayed in line and didn’t dare act out.
Now, having an outlet to vent was actually a welcome opportunity.
And so, a 200-person brawl instantly erupted.
When Gao Jie saw that this wouldn’t end peacefully, he ripped his shirt open, baring his muscular physique.
He aimed his two iron fists at the students from Tang En’s group rushing toward him and let loose.
"BAM!" "BAM!"
The two of them couldn’t even react. All they saw was a blur before a sharp crack echoed from their chests.
Then they were sent flying, landing with a thud, and were out of the fight.
"CRASH!"
Gao Jie clutched the back of his head with his right hand and spun around.
He saw a man who had smashed a table over the back of his head in a vicious sneak attack.
Instantly, his eyes went bloodshot with rage.
The attacker had clearly shown no mercy. If Gao Jie hadn’t been training his Copper Head technique...
...he figured he would have been beaten to death on the spot.
"MOTHERFUCKER!!"
Before the man who had wielded the remains of the table could flee, Gao Jie shot forward with a WHOOSH, appearing right in front of him.
His right fist was clenched, veins bulging on his arm.
"BOOM!!"
His punch, like an iron-forged cannonball, not only shattered the tabletop into splinters but also broke the man’s arm.
The sneak attacker’s left arm was twisted at a horrifying angle.
It was obviously ruined for good.
"ARGHH—"
The sneak attacker let out a pained scream and collapsed on the ground, crying and wailing in agony.
Not everyone can endure the pain of a broken arm.
Seeing Gao Jie’s ferocity, the crowd wasn’t intimidated; instead, they immediately swarmed him.
They still believed they had the advantage.
They never stopped to consider that in three weeks, apart from lifting stone locks and getting a bit stronger, had they made any real progress?
And Gao Jie?
He was already leagues above them.
His two brawny arms swung left and right simultaneously.
Occasionally, he’d even use his hard head for a surprise attack.
He beat back the people surrounding him, forcing them into a steady retreat.
The students from Tang En’s group couldn’t withstand him at all. A single punch was enough to take them out of the fight for good.
It wasn’t just Gao Jie who showed overwhelming superiority in battle; his fellow disciples were doing the same.
With one hundred and fifty of them, it was a three-on-one fight at most.
How could they possibly be a match for He Xiaotian’s disciples?
"They’re monsters!"
Three minutes later, no one was left standing in the cafeteria except for Gao Jie and his group.
The students from Tang En’s group had been utterly defeated and were all lying on the floor, groaning in pain.
The fight was a complete rout.
They were pathetically weak.
"Next time, watch your mouths, you bunch of cowards. Ptooey!" Gao Jie said with disdain, spitting on the floor.
With that, he led his fellow disciples back to their table and sat down to eat.
It was as if they had just gone through a light warm-up.
Tang En received a notification and rushed to the cafeteria with his soldiers.
He hadn’t expected his students to actually start a fight with X’s people.
His students had been improving rapidly lately, their strength growing by leaps and bounds.
’With their superior numbers, I hope they didn’t kill any of X’s disciples.’
’You bastards! You’ll get punished at most, but I’m the one who will have to take the fall!’
Just the thought of He Xiaotian’s two brutal war hammers made his legs tremble.
But when he pushed open the cafeteria doors, Tang En saw He Xiaotian’s disciples eating peacefully and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
How is this possible?!
Why were all of his students on the ground?
While X’s disciples were eating quietly?
It made no sense. ’They won?’
"Can someone tell me what happened here?!" Tang En’s personal translator immediately relayed his words.
Unfortunately, Gao Jie and the others paid him no mind.
In their eyes, He Xiaotian was the ultimate authority.
Everyone else could be ignored.
"BANG!"
Tang En smashed a dining table with one slap. He glared furiously at Gao Jie and the others and spoke again.
"Tell me!"
To be honest, Tang En had lost his composure.
He couldn’t understand why his students had been defeated.
Their strength had been growing so rapidly, after all.
"Tell him our master is X. We can ignore anyone’s words but his," Gao Jie said calmly to the translator. ’Who are you trying to act tough for? If you’ve got the guts, go yell at my master.’
’Believe it or not, he’d beat you to a pulp.’
Well now, it seemed the once-honest Gao Jie had ’gone bad’ lately.
He had learned to use his master’s name to intimidate others.
The translator dutifully relayed this to Tang En, and the Martial Artist from You Shi became enraged.
"You!"
He raised his arm, about to strike.
But then, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
A pair of savage eyes had locked onto him.