“Otherwise, if I don’t hold back later and injure you, it won’t be easy to explain to Senior Brother Chen.”
Wang Jinquan pinched his knuckles, cracking them one by one.
He grinned, motionless like a bullfrog preparing to catch a fly.
Du Feng’s lips moved, wanting to say something, but his gaze swept over Wang Jinquan, then over the followers behind him led by Yang Jing and Chi Wen.
Each one was burly and broad-shouldered.
His open mouth ultimately closed again, and he silently retreated backward.
“A… alright, then today we’ll let Senior Brother Wang instruct everyone.”
Du Feng’s voice was weak and listless, his face burning as if he’d been slapped.
He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Seeing this, Wang Jinquan laughed triumphantly: “Hahaha! Little Du is still so refined and easygoing. I say you should stop practicing martial arts and get a regular job!”
Saying this, he reached out and shoved Du Feng.
Du Feng was pushed into a stagger, retreating several steps before barely steadying himself.
He looked left and right; not a single person stood up to speak for him.
He could only force out a smile uglier than crying, continuing to retreat until he had withdrawn into the crowd.
Du Feng’s face was gloomy, full of pent-up depression with nowhere to vent.
*Damn it, besides Senior Brother Chen, there’s hardly a single good person in this place!*
Although Chen Ping also beat him frequently, Du Feng knew in his heart that throughout the entire gym, Chen Ping was the only one who treated him like a human being.
But it was precisely because Chen Ping treated everyone equally that many people were actually dissatisfied with him.
Wang Jinquan… was one of them.
“Coward.” Wang Jinquan glanced at Du Feng and spat disdainfully.
He turned around, facing the dozen or so members preparing to take the minor exam, his chin raised high: “You lot, who wants to go first?”
“You?”
His gaze fell on Ma Yifan, who stood at the very front, and his expression instantly became mocking.
“I…”
Ma Yifan’s face instantly went pale, his legs starting to tremble.
He remembered this short, stocky fellow very clearly—he had been an official student at least two months ago.
His strength far surpassed Du Feng’s.
And looking at his demeanor… when they started fighting later, he clearly didn’t intend to hold back, did he?
“You what? Fight or not, give me a straight answer!”
“I hate you sissy types the most!”
“Get over here!”
Wang Jinquan waited a few seconds. Seeing Ma Yifan still hesitating in place, the smile on his face instantly vanished.
He took several steps in succession, rushing in front of Ma Yifan, his fan-sized palm pressing onto Ma Yifan’s neck.
The members only saw a blur of movement, and Ma Yifan was like a little chick, staggering as he was dragged directly to the center of the floor.
On the students’ side, some had their arms draped over Yang Jing and the others’ shoulders, laughing and making comments.
“Old Wang, take it easy. Don’t actually break his bones.”
“Yeah, if this kid goes out and talks nonsense, our Falcon Wing’s reputation will be ruined.”
“Haha, Brother Wang knows what he’s doing.” A student with very high cheekbones sneered mockingly—it was Yang Jing, whose wrist had been twisted by Zhou Kai earlier. “But speaking of which, coming here to practice martial arts… without breaking a few bones, does that even make sense?”
Listening to these people’s outrageous words, Du Feng felt even more disgusted. He looked at the bewildered Ma Yifan on the floor, his face full of worry.
Among the first-floor students, Wang Jinquan’s strength was considered top-tier.
It was said that he was considered among those most likely to formally apprentice and become an official disciple before autumn this year.
He was no match for him at all… Only when Senior Brother Chen was present did he dare to retort with a few tough words.
Now Senior Brother Chen didn’t know where he’d gone. Alas…
…
“Fight? Move?”
“Scared stupid? Don’t just stand there like a hen!”
Ma Yifan flinched from the roar and could only brace himself, attacking stiffly.
But Wang Jinquan didn’t move at all, completely showing no intention of exchanging moves according to the rules.
He casually lifted his leg to trip Ma Yifan at his feet, then his stocky upper body directly rammed forward.
Dong!
A dull thud, like a sandbag being struck by brute force.
Ma Yifan was knocked entirely off his feet, a breath caught in his chest, his vision going dark. He crashed heavily to the ground and couldn’t get up for quite some time.
“Hahaha!”
Wang Jinquan let out a burst of derisive laughter.
He hadn’t expected that a casual ram would finish this kid off.
Too weak.
The physical agony, and the public humiliation.
Made Ma Yifan’s facial features scrunch up in distress.
He shouted in humiliated fury: “This isn’t fair! The minor exam isn’t like this!”
But Wang Jinquan didn’t care at all, snorting coldly: “Worthless thing, with just this little ability you still want to become a student and train for free?”
“Don’t take Chen Ping’s standards as our Falcon Wing’s rules!”
“More and more trash… will only waste resources!”
As he said this, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept toward Du Feng and the students at about Du Feng’s level.
Those swept by his gaze felt their faces burning, but could only clench their fists, furious yet daring not to speak.
The resources Falcon Wing allotted to students were limited; the more people there were, the less each person received.
Unless one could truly apprentice and shed their student status… otherwise, this conflict would always exist.
“Scram, you’re unqualified!”
Wang Jinquan raised his foot, about to stomp on Ma Yifan’s shoulder.
Ma Yifan struggled to dodge but couldn’t stand up at all. He could only grit his teeth and close his eyes.
And right at this instant.
The air in the hall seemed to freeze.
Just as Wang Jinquan’s foot was about to come down, a figure flashed.
A light sound, nearly imperceptible.
The leg Wang Jinquan had raised suddenly went weak. Like a shoddy statue whose base had been shattered, he crashed down on one knee!
“He’s already lost. There’s no need to keep hitting him, right?”
Zhou Kai reached out to pull Ma Yifan up, his expression indifferent, looking down at Wang Jinquan who was kneeling on the ground.
The surrounding students were dead silent.
Wang Jinquan… was brought to his knees? By a member?
A new member who had been here less than a month and hadn’t even learned all the fighting forms?
Someone recognized Zhou Kai and subconsciously muttered: “Isn’t this… that kid Senior Brother Chen has been giving special one-on-one training to recently? Could it be that he really has some skill?”
Seeing this, Yang Jing and Chi Wen’s eyebrows immediately shot up. Walking over while shouting sharply: “It’s you again, you brat! How dare you sneak attack Brother Wang?”
“Chen Ping isn’t here, and you still dare to act up like this?”
Yang Jing had suffered a loss last time; now that he’d found an opportunity, how could he let it pass?
He called to his companions, already surrounding Zhou Kai completely.
“Scram!”
The one who spoke was Wang Jinquan.
His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, slowly standing up.
Chi Wen’s face was full of confusion: “Brother Wang, you…”
But Wang Jinquan ignored him. The anger on his face gradually dissipated, replaced instead by a savage grin as he stared fixedly at Zhou Kai.
“Kid, I remember you were also in line just now, right?”
“Very good!”
“That sneak attack of yours—I can treat it as if it never happened.”
“But on one condition… you have to pass the minor exam.”
“From my hands.”