Wang Zheng didn't care about these people at all, thinking that if he ignored them, they would disperse on their own in a while.
Besides, there are only three people downstairs now.
It's not that he has a good temper. It's just that at school, when someone specifically asks you to spar, you can't really cripple them. They might get injured, which could affect tomorrow's match and create enemies. Why bother?
Anyway, these people have all remembered my face, so I'll just beat them all up during tomorrow's match.
In an Awakened competition, where life and death are at stake, it's perfectly reasonable to focus your attacks.
In this era, as long as you're not killed, there's a high probability you can be saved.
However, when the girl downstairs said that it was that indifferent-looking boy who started it, and that his surname was Yang, combined with his background at Magic University, this became quite interesting.
Seeing Wang Zheng stand up and stretch, Chu Xiaoman was overjoyed, knowing there was going to be a good show, and quickly pushed open the dormitory door for him.
Bai Meixi, on the other hand, was already sullen because the other party had interrupted her game time, and had no interest in this matter. She simply told Wang Zheng to go and come back quickly.
Wang Zheng nodded in agreement, but instead of taking the stairs, he strode out onto the balcony at incredible speed, shooting out like a cannonball.
Before landing, amidst the intense shooting.
Wang Zheng lightly touched the ground with his toes in mid-air, turned around to dissipate the force, and then stood firmly on his feet.
Then, with a grin, he asked the cold-faced man among the three, "I heard your surname is Yang? The Yang of Yang Wei?"
Wang Zheng's entrance was truly surprising.
First, it rushed out from the third floor at an extremely high speed, then during its descent, it even rose a little higher before landing silently, without leaving a trace.
This single, powerful and elegant movement drew cheers and applause from the upperclassmen on the surrounding windowsills.
Chu Xiaoman shouted particularly loudly.
Wang Zheng looked back and saw that even Bai Meixi had been dragged out to watch the show, but she looked uninterested, clearly still thinking about playing games.
Wang Zheng cupped his hands in greeting towards the dormitory building, then turned his gaze to the three people in front of him.
The three members of the Magic University group also looked somber when they saw the main character arrive.
When Yang Ang saw that Wang Zheng was targeting him as soon as he arrived, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly took a step back and stood behind his teammates.
However, Xiong Wenyu was a hot-tempered hoodlum. Upon hearing Wang Zheng's words, he immediately cursed, "You're Wang Zheng? Watch your mouth! Who the hell are you cursing?"
Wang Zheng was also slightly taken aback, realizing that the other party had misunderstood. Instead of explaining or ignoring him, he continued to look at Yang Ang who was backing away and asked, "I heard that you were the one who started this trip to find me? Do you have a personal grudge against me?"
This statement is also a tacit admission of one's identity.
However, Yang Ang remained silent, only frowning upon hearing Wang Zheng's words.
Seeing that Wang Zheng was ignoring him, Xiong Wenyu was furious and charged over with a loud shout.
From a distance, he began swinging his arm and throwing a punch. With his strange movements, his arm became strangely soft and elongated, gleaming with a metallic sheen under the moonlight. It then coalesced into a long sword that shimmered with a cold light, and he thrust it fiercely toward Wang Zheng's chest.
Wang Zheng frowned slightly, turned his body slightly, and casually reached out and grabbed the long sword that had been transformed from his arm.
Sparks flew as the blade grazed his hand, but not a single scratch was broken.
Upon seeing this, Xiong Wenyu was terrified. His long sword instantly softened and tried to retract, but Wang Zheng held it firmly.
Left with no other choice, he turned and kicked to the side. In the howling wind, his trousers were torn to shreds, revealing a bright silver skin underneath that seemed to gleam with a cold light. Upon closer inspection, one could see that there were bulges on his calves, and even sharp edges.
Wang Zheng had no intention of playing with him anymore. He stood still and raised his left hand, then punched Wang Zheng's knee with a little force.
"ah--"
Immediately, Xiong Wenyu's pitiful screams echoed throughout the entire dormitory area.
Looking at his right leg, it was bent, the skin and flesh were turned inside out, and the white leg bone and broken bone fragments were exposed through the skin.
This was with Wang Zheng holding back; otherwise, if he had punched with all his might, the leg wouldn't have been just a broken leg.
Wang Zheng pulled back with his right hand, and Xiong Wenyu was immediately pulled and fell in front of him.
Wang Zheng raised his foot and kicked forward, and another tooth-grinding "crack" sound rang out.
With a piercing scream, Xiong Wenyu's other leg was also kicked off, bent backward, and twisted into a bizarre angle.
Looking at him now, he was nowhere to be seen as arrogant as before. He was being dragged to his knees by Wang Zheng, his face pale, covered in cold sweat, and he had even bitten his own lip until it bled.
Seeing his expression, Wang Zheng sneered disdainfully, "Overestimating yourself, can't even handle this?"
Then he grabbed his mutated arm and lifted him to a position parallel to himself.
"Since you want to spar with me, I can't very well not teach you something. The first lesson I'll teach you is not to always be the first to rush in. Look, the person in charge hasn't even said anything yet, so why are you in such a hurry?"
As Wang Zheng spoke, Xiong Wenyu barely opened his eyes and looked back. He saw Yang Ang, whom he had stood up for, with a gloomy face and a look of great danger, but he had no intention of coming to help.
Seeing the jealous look in Xiong Wenyu's eyes, Wang Zheng nodded in satisfaction and released his grip.
Just as he was about to land, a kick was delivered, striking him precisely in the jaw. Xiong Wenyu tumbled and flew dozens of meters away, blood pooling on the ground, before crashing heavily into a tree by the artificial lake and losing consciousness.
Wang Zheng then said quietly, "Lesson Two: If you don't have a clean mouth, you'll suffer a great loss."
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