A Top Scholar in Everything

The wind was cold, and the trees were still.

Yuan Zhihu's smile froze on his face, his gaze shifting from casual to deep as he slowly spoke, "Even if you want to fight, there's no need to be so ruthless.

You broke a leg.

He'll need at least half a year to recover, and it will have a huge impact on his future cultivation in Bone Tempering.

You've essentially ruined his future."

Baiyu released his grip and smiled slightly, "President Yuan, I really hate being disturbed while studying. Last time this group took over the Kendo Club's activity space, I already tried to reason with them.

If flies like to bother people, they should be ready to be swatted dead.

A bunch of sophomores acting like cowards, continually bullying me, a freshman, is laughable.

As for you, President Yuan, you..."

At this point, he suddenly paused, slowly pulling out a black notebook from his pocket.

Yuan Zhihu was fully alert.

He had an ominous feeling that this freshman might be a madman.

Bam!

It was unexpected for both him and Qiao Ying in the distance.

Baiyu actually used the notebook as a weapon, smashing it hard against the head of the small Boxing Club leader at his feet, sending his body flying several meters away.

He spun on the ground like a top.

"What are you, thinking you're qualified to demand respect from me? Is it because I'm a model student, so you think I'm easy to bully since I don't like to fight?"

Baiyu wiped the blood off the notebook, coldly staring at Yuan Zhihu.

His opponent's jaw was clenched, his face alternating between red and white, veins bulging on his forehead.

Rage, accumulating in his chest.

Qiao Ying in the distance couldn't stay seated either.

If someone like him is considered a model student, then there probably aren't any bad people in the world anymore.

She nervously watched the situation.

Although Yuan Zhihu wasn't much, dealing with a freshman shouldn't be a big problem.

If things got out of hand.

No one would come out unscathed.

What was meant to be a simple test and intimidation, who could have expected Baiyu's reaction to be so extreme. The Boxing Club indeed is a bunch of incompetents, not even able to handle a freshman.

She swiftly walked over.

However, Yuan Zhihu waved backward without turning his head to stop her, "Qiao Ying, this matter has nothing to do with you. Since this freshman likes to play, I'll accompany him, so he learns what respect means.

In the Martial Arts School.

One must not only avoid offending teachers but seniors as well, I've suffered a lot at their hands back in the day."

Ha!

A full-throated shout.

The clothing on Yuan Zhihu's upper body shattered and exploded, with piece after piece of bulging muscle arranged on his body, like a series of little hills, revealing the explosive power within his torso.

He clutched his right hand, and his arm immediately swelled over three times its size.

It was like the arm of a monster.

"Demon Bull Strength Technique, Yuan Zhihu's going to get serious?"

Qiao Ying's face changed slightly, Blood Qi gathering within her body.

She was ready to act at any moment.

Not to deal with Baiyu, but to stop Yuan Zhihu, fearing he might accidentally kill this freshman. As she knew, this freshman had a close relationship with Qiong from the Celestial River.

Moreover, he was the top scorer of this year's entrance exam.

If Yuan Zhihu really disabled or killed him, he'd face dire consequences, not even his brother would be able to do anything.

She would also be implicated.

"Kid, now I'll show you whether I'm qualified or not."

Bam.

Yuan Zhihu stomped the ground, leaving behind a deep black footprint.

His figure vanished into the air, like an arrow piercing the sky, appearing in front of Baiyu with a swoosh.

Tier Seven Martial Artist!

This speed could only be achieved by a Tier Seven Martial Artist.

"Dodge!"

Qiao Ying couldn't help but shout.

Baiyu's attention had been on Yuan Zhihu all the time.

The moment his opponent's muscles contracted, he reacted immediately.

In just the blink of an eye.

Yuan Zhihu was already close up to him.

But.

Baiyu's Blood Qi surged violently.

A streak of blood light flashed past Yuan Zhihu's eyes at an even more terrifying speed.

Blood Escape Technique!

An intense surge of Blood Qi for speed, a Spirit Technique personally taught to him by Principal Yang Jinhua at Golden Rainbow Academy.

A special modified version exclusive to Golden Rainbow Academy.

Probably only he and Jiang Xi knew it at Celestial South Martial Arts University.

Yuan Zhihu's expression changed, unable to react, his punch unable to retract, striking Baiyu's afterimage, his fist deeply embedded in the ground with a crash, sending a large amount of debris flying.

But this punch didn't even touch Baiyu's shirt hem, completely missing!

A tremendous sense of crisis emerged in his heart.

His skilled combat instincts made him instinctively turn around, looking up - the not-so-burly body blocking his view, along with the morning light filtering through the leaves.

The cold barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead.

The smell of sulfur and gunpowder continuously seeped through his nostrils into his core.

A chill rolled beneath his skin.

This gun was no ordinary firearm.

He had completed Bone Tempering throughout his body, even his skull had undergone repeated tempering, ordinary firearms couldn't pose such a great threat to him.

Specially modified firearm?

Magical Items?

Or... both?

He didn't have time to think about so many things now, he even began to regret why he had to provoke this freshman for no good reason.

His gaze moved upward.

Baiyu's handsome, sunny face wore a slightly relaxed smile, yet the killing intent surrounding him was unmasked.

Killing someone seemed like an ordinary affair for him.

He wanted to kill me.

These were the two meanings Yuan Zhihu read from Baiyu's expression.

The other party.

Was really going to make a move.

He understood that if the trigger was pulled, he would surely die.

Qiao Ying at the side was also stunned by this lightning-fast reversal, she had even been prepared to save Baiyu, but didn't expect the situation to change in an instant, completely beyond her control.

"Stop!"

"What are you all doing, this is a school, not a place for your fights. If you want to risk your lives, go to the deathmatch arena!!"

In the mechanical pavilion.

A Master quickly arrived at the scene, with Meichuan Lingzi anxiously following behind, likely having discovered the conflict here and fetched the Master intending to save Baiyu, only to find all of them already defeated by him.

Seeing the mess all over.

The Master furrowed his brows, shouting angrily, "What are you all doing? Put the gun down."

The scene quieted.

After a moment's hesitation, Baiyu sighed, eventually putting away the Shark Kiss.

Can't kill.

He had hesitated for a moment earlier, missing the best opportunity. If he fired now, it would go beyond the scope of legitimate self-defense.

When the school investigates.

He'd get into trouble too.

Since he couldn't kill now, he'd wait for another chance to do so.

The opponent already harbored murderous intent.

Letting him live would remain a threat, anyway, opportunities would come, and if none appeared, he'd create one to kill him.

Thinking this.

Almost instantly, Baiyu threw his head back and fell, blood pouring freely from his mouth, "Master, this campus gang is bullying freshmen, if it weren't for the few life-saving Spirit Techniques I've learned, I might not have held on till you arrived.

They attacked me without warning.

This is school bullying and must be severely punished. Please stand up for a student!!!"

Both Qiao Ying, Meichuan Lingzi, and the Master didn't react for a moment, looking at Baiyu lying on the ground with a face full of resentment, feeling somewhat overwhelmed.