Yesterday, their martial arts school made over a million. If they could settle this matter with a hundred thousand, they would be willing. After all, the martial arts school is a cash cow now. But if this person were to cause trouble every day, the school wouldn't be able to operate normally.

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that? Slap his face."

The bodyguard behind him immediately stepped forward to carry out Master Zhou's order, but the martial arts students wouldn't just sit by. United in their anger, they rushed to help.

"Stop."

Li Xiang appeared in time to stop the farce, then looked at Zhou Yuelong, pretending not to know his purpose for coming: "Master Zhou, wasn't it a ten-day deadline? Or are you saying your words mean nothing?"

"You're full of crap."

Zhou Yuelong didn't know why, but every time he saw Li Xiang, his anger would be provoked by just a few words. Perhaps all his life, he had been used to hearing flattery and compliance, so now that someone dared to defy him, he felt his authority was being challenged.

"Kuang Guoyu, this is the guy. Just defeat him today, and you can follow me after."

"Yes, Master Zhou."

Without any more words, Kuang Guoyu, upon receiving Zhou Yuelong's order, quickly closed the gap between them with a leap and aimed a straight punch at Li Xiang's head.

If that running momentum and punch really hit the head, it would at least cause a second of dizziness. In a battle between masters, even a half-second can decide the outcome.

Li Xiang tilted his head to dodge and then attempted a right hook, only to be blocked by his opponent's left hand, forcing him to switch to a left hook aimed at the head.

Unexpectedly, the center was left wide open, and he was struck in the chest with a palm strike. Despite being prepared, Li Xiang was painfully hit, silently cursing: Is this for real?

Seeing Kuang Guoyu take the upper hand right away, Zhou Yuelong was overjoyed. His expression was akin to someone who had topped the server in a game after spending big.

"Kuang Guoyu, don't hold back. Beat him up hard. If you win, I'll give you an extra hundred thousand."

Of course, upon hearing this, Kuang Guoyu's attacks became even fiercer, with a snap kick aimed directly at Li Xiang's groin.

Seeing this, Li Xiang cursed internally: Where did Yan Xiong find such a relentless guy? Doesn't he know I'm one of his own?

Though grumbling, handling it with grandmaster-level combat techniques was not much of an issue.

However, to ensure the paying player has a full game experience, as the first-level mini-boss, he had to make it look good, acting as if he was badly hurt to make the victory feel earned.

"Master~"

Sure enough, after a couple of exchanges, Li Xiang was heavily slammed to the ground by Kuang Guoyu, kicking up dust, and the onlooking students began to worry about their master's safety.

This time, the slam looked painful and was indeed painful. However, due to certain traits developed when leveling up his combat skills, he had deflection and resilience.

This allowed Li Xiang to demonstrate the most pitiful effect with the least pain.

After a few moves with Li Xiang, Kuang Guoyu realized the depth of Li Xiang's strength. The opponent could counter all his moves and seemed to be intentionally holding back, indicating that Li Xiang was far superior.

Thus, he let loose, no longer worried about hitting Li Xiang too hard and causing serious injury.

After letting go, his fierce fighting style made Zhou Yuelong almost ecstatic, his adrenaline soaring, as if he himself was the one in the ring beating Li Xiang.

And at that moment, Li Xiang, who was being beaten, indeed looked quite miserable. Not only the martial arts students, but even the students in class, hiding in rooms, worried for him. If not for the coaches maintaining order, they would have rushed out.

Crack~

The clear sound of a fracture made Kuang Guoyu, who was holding Li Xiang's arm, pause in surprise. He hadn't even exerted force, yet Li Xiang had dislocated his own arm.

"Ah~"

This guy is hardcore!

Harsh on himself.

No time to think, knowing this was cooperation, Kuang Guoyu followed up with a kick to send him flying.

Li Xiang rolled on the ground a couple of times before slowly rising.

He now looked utterly miserable—face bruised, nose bleeding, a trace of blood at his mouth, right arm drooping, left hand gently supporting it, legs bent, back hunched. He looked utterly forlorn.

"Master."

The martial arts students immediately rushed forward, shielding Li Xiang and glaring furiously at Kuang Guoyu and Zhou Yuelong.

Seeing his disciples rally around him, Li Xiang was moved. These kids still had some conscience; they didn't scatter the moment he fell.

"Hahaha, great, Kuang Guoyu, well done. From now on, you roll with me."

Seeing Li Xiang in such a state, Zhou Yuelong was utterly pleased, as if drinking an icy soda on a hot summer day.

Then, he looked around the school with disdain, gesturing to his bodyguards: "This martial arts club is an eyesore to me. Tear it down."

"Yes, destroy it."

The bodyguards behind Zhou Yuelong immediately spread out, ready to smash anything in sight.

The students protecting Li Xiang saw their hope being destroyed and wanted to fight back against the bodyguards, but Li Xiang stopped them: "Let them smash it."

After winning against the boss, looting gear and resources is normal. The more thrilling this is now, the more Zhou Yuelong would appreciate Kuang Guoyu.

"Boohoo~ Master, the school is destroyed, we've lost our home~"

"It's all our fault for being useless, not stepping up to share Master's burdens at critical moments."

"Master, let us fight them."

Seeing the despair on everyone's faces, Zhou Yuelong felt immensely satisfied. For nearly half a month, he'd been oppressed, but now he'd finally trampled them underfoot.

"Hahaha, remember this: there are people in this world you can't even dream of provoking, Kuang Guoyu."

"Boss."

"I find this Jingwu Martial Arts School plaque annoying. Smash it too."

"Yes, boss."

As the Jingwu Martial Arts School's sign fell heavily to the ground, the gilded letters peeled off one by one.

Zhou Yuelong, with his followers, stepped over the plaque and left, laughing uproariously.

Looking at Zhou Yuelong strut away, Li Xiang spat out blood: Let's see how long you can be cocky.

"Master, let's take you to a hospital."

"No need. I'll just change clothes at the dorm first."

Li Xiang knew his injuries looked bad, but they were nothing. The nosebleed was just a burst capillary, and the blood in his mouth was from biting his tongue. As for the dislocated arm, he did that on purpose.

"But how can we let it be? Let us take you to a hospital."

Li Xiang waved his left hand, signaling it wasn't necessary, leaving behind this: "Clean up and resume classes. Let Miao Jun handle the renovations again."

He, too, left the martial arts school.

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