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Chapter 239: Hetu’s Prodigy Breaks, Xingbang’s Twin Stars Crumble

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In this situation, Hetu’s group leader Pan Xing tried to step forward.

But He Tai suddenly moved in to block him.

“Students deal with students, leaders deal with leaders. If you think I’m not your level…”

As He Tai’s words fell, the counselor stepped up and stood in front of Pan Xing.

“Then you can come to me.”

That targeted pressure instantly made Pan Xing retreat half a step.

“They’re all students, they didn’t…”

“Shhh.”

He Tai raised a finger to his lips in a gesture to be silent.

The next second.

A humanoid figure wrapped entirely in white bandages, face obscured, suddenly appeared behind Pan Xing.

It raised a hand, clamped down on his mouth, and restrained his movements.

A slow smile curved across He Tai’s face: “It’s not your turn to talk yet.”

He turned his head to look toward Lu Ding.

At the front of Hetu’s prodigies,

Li Lang and Dou Zhanling stepped forward under Lu Ding’s pressure, shielding the other students.

“What are you trying to do?” Li Lang asked seriously.

Lu Ding looked down at him: “What I do has nothing to do with you. F*** off.”

He raised a leg and kicked.

So sudden that Li Lang had no time to react.

It was a forceful kick, powered purely by physical strength.

None of the Hetu students present could even see how Lu Ding lifted his leg.

They only heard a deep “thud!”

Li Lang’s body flew back, blood spraying from his mouth.

“Pfft!!!”

He crashed hard into a concrete wall nearly a hundred meters away.

Wounded again, he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Then slid down slowly and collapsed on the ground.

Dou Zhanling reacted, gathering Qi in her hand, just starting to raise it—

Lu Ding glanced her way: “You too. F*** off.”

With a spin and a quick, plain, clean roundhouse kick—so fast it was almost invisible—before she could even lift her hand,

she was already flying.

BANG!!!!!!

She slammed into the same wall a hundred meters away, blood spewing, slumping down beside Li Lang.

Lu Ding turned his gaze toward them: “Hetu’s prodigies, the Xingbang Twin Stars……”

The tone was normal, but in the ears of the other Hetu prodigies, it dripped with endless mockery.

Lu Ding took a step down the stairs.

Tap.

A crisp sound as his shoe hit the concrete.

An overwhelming pressure came crashing down from above.

The remaining Hetu prodigies were frozen in place, pale and drenched in sweat, as if mountains were pressing down on their backs.

They couldn’t move an inch.

Their bodies bent involuntarily.

As Lu Ding stepped into the crowd,

the pressure intensified. The Hetu students on either side of him couldn’t bear it.

They dropped to their knees right onto the concrete, hands braced on the ground.

Veins bulged from their necks.

Their mouths were wide open, panting hard.

Like drowning—death looming just inches away.

Lu Ding stepped forward, and more figures dropped to their knees one after another.

The spitting boy was terrified.

I’ll die!!

If he comes closer, I’m going to die!!

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!!

He looked down at the spit he had just launched onto the ground.

He didn’t want to die.

But licking up his own spit? He wanted that even less.

Most of these Hetu prodigies were in their hot-headed teenage years.

Forget being prodigies—any ordinary kid in this age range,

if faced with something like this, some would choose to back down.

Others, their blood running hot, would grab whatever they could and fight without a single thought for the consequences.

That’s why you often hear stories like: “Some local gang boss got stabbed to death by a few half-grown kids.”

“I’ll kill you!!!”

A figure charged forward.

BANG!

The figure flew backward.

Toward the wall already housing two others.

Then came the slash.

Before he even hit the wall, a burst of energy sliced through his body.

It should’ve ended with a heavy thud as his body slammed the wall.

But instead.

Only blood sprayed.

Under the concrete wall, a naturally formed, vivid blood mural was left behind.

He had disintegrated mid-air.

The unconscious Li Lang and Dou Zhanling were splashed with thick blood.

They jolted awake.

All they saw was red.

Their bodies ached,

and their senses were flooded by the pungent stench of blood.

The two of them looked down at their trembling hands, then raised their heads.

And locked eyes with Lu Ding.

These so-called Xingbang Twin Stars—one for killing, one for slaughter—

just now, one kick each, “bang bang,” then a third death sprayed all over them.

They were truly “awake” now.

No trace of fighting spirit left in their eyes.

Only fear.

The last shred of rationality in their minds screamed: Run!!!

Run now!!!

But their broken bodies couldn’t support them.

They could only slump against the wall, trembling.

Lu Ding withdrew his emotionless gaze.

Want to kill me?

Then you’d better make sure your body can survive Jinche’s Path.

Lu Ding’s way: hit first, talk later.

But now, the guy was dead.

There was nothing left to say.

Just one thought passed through his mind:

Was that Hetu student brain-damaged?

We only came to roll Dragon Wall.

Didn’t even make eye contact with him.

But he got all agitated, spat on the ground, and threw a hostile glare.

When the weaker party doesn’t admit fault and doesn’t back down,

and even shouts about killing you—

Lu Ding found it laughable.

He turned around.

Bai Hemen crossed his arms: “He had a chance, but didn’t take it.”

He shook his head: “Stupid.”

Lu Ding grinned widely: “A prodigy, huh……”

Those three words dripped with sarcasm.

He Tai released the restrained Pan Xing.

Pan Xing, visibly agitated: “Why didn’t you even give him a chance to explain!!?”

That question was directed at Lu Ding.

Lu Ding responded with a question of his own: “Explain what? Was I supposed to stand there and let him argue, ‘I only spat on the ground, it wasn’t aimed at anyone’?”

That kind of excuse—

it didn’t even qualify as self-deception.

Maybe it could fool someone with mush for brains.

But in the end, after all that back-and-forth, wouldn’t it still come to blows?

Lu Ding had a functioning brain. So he skipped the BS.

Went straight to the fight.

Pan Xing knew all this. He was just furious over his student’s death.

But with that one sentence, he drew all the hostility onto himself.

Then Lu Ding’s voice came again: “If you’re not happy with this…”

The rest hadn’t come out yet,

but He Tai stepped between him and Pan Xing: “If you’re not happy, then take it up with me.”

He pretty much knew what Lu Ding was about to say. And while Lu Ding’s combat strength was savage,

this was his turf.

If Lu Ding really went at another country’s group leader, he’d lose all face.

So—he had to take it himself!

“I let you go because I want you to take your students and leave immediately. Not to hear you question anyone.”

“Earlier, Lu Ding didn’t give that guy a chance to explain.

Now I’m giving you that chance.

So tell me—how dare you, in front of me, question an investigator from my country?”