Campus Cultivation Master
Chapter 321 - 322: Sitting on the Mountain Watching the Tigers Fight

Chapter 321: Chapter 322: Sitting on the Mountain Watching the Tigers Fight

Chu Feng looked at An Wenxing, then nodded and said, "That’s fine."

An Wenxing said, "Thank you."

An Wenxing looked at Wu Di and declared, "Wu Di, I don’t mind you challenging me, but insulting my sister is something I cannot tolerate! I challenge you!"

Although his words seemed a bit childish, no one in the room laughed, nor did anyone find it juvenile. In fact, everyone felt a sense of anticipation.

Because this was An Wenxing, the exemplary child that all parents talked about—a person claimed to be the incarnation of the Star of Wisdom.

When had he ever fought with someone, or been seen fighting?

Wu Di, upon hearing An Wenxing’s words, was stunned for a moment before his face turned ashen.

Because he understood something—An Wenxing was humiliating him.

An Wenxing was the paragon of virtue in everyone’s eyes, a model of the good child. He, on the other hand, didn’t hold such a title.

Being someone so exemplary that even this model child is compelled to challenge, what would those unaware of the situation think? Everyone would believe Wu Di had gone too far.

Moreover, he had no choice but to accept this fight; not accepting would be even more humiliating. And if he were to fight and lose, that would disgrace him even further.

Wu Di was furious and felt humiliated. Fighting with such a well-behaved child, regardless of the outcome, he had already lost in terms of public image.

It was like being at school, where the teacher would always stand behind the well-behaved child. In their eyes, the bad child would always remain bad.

"Fine! I accept your challenge!" Wu Di said through clenched teeth.

An Wenxing meticulously took off his suit, then his tie, and proceeded to undo the buttons of his shirt... every action was done with precision.

In everyone’s eyes, An Wenxing’s movements were the epitome of a noble family’s model child.

And the more An Wenxing behaved this way, the angrier Wu Di became. It was a prolonged humiliation, directed at him.

However, at this moment, he could not rush An Wenxing. Doing so would appear even less gracious.

Finally, An Wenxing was ready, and announced, "Let’s start."

As soon as An Wenxing said to start, Wu Di, unable to wait any longer, swung his fist at him.

Wu Di might not have the skills of Chu Feng, but he was still stronger than the average person, especially stronger than An Wenxing.

An Wenxing, due to his constitution, had not trained in martial arts and had no interest in it either.

As An Wenxing, like a ferocious beast, charged at him, he made a slight misstep, then deftly dodged.

Seeing An Wenxing’s footwork, Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

It was the basic footwork of the Carefree Sect. Although An Wenxing was very unskilled in its use, it should be enough to deal with Wu Di. At the very least, it would ensure An Wenxing’s defeat wouldn’t occur.

Wu Di, continuing to charge, had not even grazed the hem of An Wenxing’s clothes. This infuriated Wu Di.

This was the one fight among all the ones he had fought that he could not afford to lose, because losing was not an option for him.

If he were to lose this fight, his standing within the family would probably become extremely precarious.

"An Wenxing, don’t be such a coward, only knowing how to dodge. Didn’t you say you wanted to avenge your sister? Didn’t you say I insulted her? Come on then! I’ve insulted her!" Wu Di, like a rabid dog, continuously provoked An Wenxing.

In that moment of frenzy, Wu Di, before he could react, felt a gaze as if from Hell itself chilling him to the bone.

Wu Di forgot that, aside from An Wenxing, there was another person who truly loved An Rongrong—Chu Feng. He could beat An Wenxing, but not Chu Feng. Such provocation was tantamount to seeking death.

Whether he sought death or not, by now, he no longer had any path of retreat.

An Wenxing, upon hearing Wu Di’s words, also lunged forward all of a sudden.

To onlookers, An Wenxing appeared truly enraged, but Chu Feng could see the rationality in An Wenxing’s eyes.

However, to outsiders, Wu Di was being excessive. He had actually humiliated An Wenxing’s own sister, one of East River’s jewels.

The weak are always pitied, and at this time An Wenxing was the weaker party. Especially in male-dominated settings, insulting a jewel of East River made them even more hopeful for An Wenxing’s victory.

This is where public sympathy lay, and at this moment, Wu Di still didn’t realize how grave his mistake was.

"Bring it on!" Wu Di’s eyes flashed with madness as he saw An Wenxing charging towards him.

"Boom!"

Wu Di’s punch landed on An Wenxing’s chest, sending An Wenxing flying backward. However, An Wenxing’s punch also landed on Wu Di’s nose, causing Wu Di’s nose to bleed uncontrollably.

Chu Feng smiled upon witnessing this scene.

An Wenxing indeed hadn’t received martial arts training, but Zhang Shisan had taught him life-saving techniques. These could allow An Wenxing to preserve his life at critical moments, such as how to overcome the strong while being weak, and specifically how to target the opponent’s vulnerabilities in adversity.

An Wenxing indeed had been sent flying, but Wu Di seemed to be in an even more sorry state.

The criteria for judgment were simple: one was bleeding, and the other was not.

And though hitting the nose might be seen as unethical, no one would see it that way.

Because An Wenxing was the weaker party, in their eyes, An Wenxing was forced into his actions. He did not intend to hit Wu Di’s nose; it was just that he was the weaker party.

But if it had been the other way around, with Wu Di doing the same, he would likely be despised by everyone.

An Wenxing got up from the ground, stubbornly charged at Wu Di once again.

An Wenxing’s stubbornness once again won everyone’s approval, and some people had even started clapping.

The applause made Wu Di’s frustration intensify.

"Roar!"

Wu Di let out an angry roar and then threw another Direct Punch, this time aiming for the face.

Though An Wenxing lacked strength, he had the advantage of being agile. Dodging the hit to his face, Wu Di’s punch landed on his shoulder instead.

An Wenxing was sent flying again, but coincidentally, his fist once more hit Wu Di’s nose.

The already freely flowing blood from the nose now gushed even more.

The nose, being soft, now resulted in tears coming out from Wu Di’s eyes. To have received two punches in a row on the nose, wasn’t this bullying?

Chu Feng found this scene very interesting. He pulled over a chair from the side, sat down with a plop, and watched the fight as if watching a show.

An Wenxing, very stubborn, got up once more and charged again.

This time, the applause was even more intense, Wu Di even more enraged.

Boom!

This time, An Wenxing didn’t dodge; he was hit in the face. His mouth corner split, and a delicate complexion now bore a Fist Seal.

However, coincidentally, he hit Wu Di’s nose again, and this time Wu Di’s nasal bone broke.