Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 37 -s 35-36 Turns Out You’re a Master

Chapter 37: Chapters 35-36 Turns Out You’re a Master

At a desk not too far away, Zhao Yuhua sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the crowd encircled three layers deep both inside and out. Gone was her usual indifference, her brows slightly furrowed as if she wanted to say something, yet hesitated. When the burly man’s arrogant and domineering roar echoed once more, a trace of coldness flashed in her icy eyes and her eyebrows lifted slightly, ready to speak.

"Wang Qiang, don’t bully my brother!"

But before Zhao Yuhua’s mouth could open, a voice as booming as a clap of thunder preempted her from the direction of the classroom’s back door. At the sound, everyone was taken aback and involuntarily turned their gaze toward the entrance.

Xiao Yi’s eyes also turned to the back door of the nearby classroom. There stood Fatty Tang, eyes bloodshot, at the doorway holding two large bricks. His hefty figure nearly filled the entire entrance, looking surprisingly formidable.

Seeing Fatty Tang’s figure, Xiao Yi smiled, a sincere smile from the heart. Finally, at the last moment, Fatty Tang had not disappointed him; he had seized the last chance. If Fatty Tang had waited until Xiao Yi made his move, it would have been too late for him.

"Yoho, isn’t this Fatty Tang? What, you’ve come back to save your brother? Not bad, who would have thought you’ve got quite the loyalty! Hehe, look at you, quite impressive, damn it!"

The skinny tall man by the side looked at the suddenly appearing Fatty Tang, a sneer curling on his lips. With a sinister smile and a sinking expression, he fiercely kicked toward Fatty Tang’s enormous belly.

"Ah!"

Fatty Tang had initially enjoyed the attention from those around him, but the sinister smile from the skinny tall man made him wilt. His mouth started shaking, and his hands holding the bricks began to tremble as he saw the foot coming towards his stomach, instantly regretting his impulsive decision to return. Wasn’t this asking for trouble?

Before the foot even struck, a cry of agony spilled from his lips.

Everyone could see clearly and couldn’t help but wear a look of silent disdain, seeing Fatty Tang’s state. Just moments before, they had speculated whether a fierce battle would unfold, for Fatty Tang’s stature suggested he could easily take on two or three opponents.

Xiao Yi, watching Fatty Tang’s embarrassing behavior, also felt speechless. But now he no longer wanted to keep his abilities to himself. If Fatty Tang hadn’t shown up, he might have continued toying with these guys. But now, regardless, Fatty Tang had returned with great courage to stand before him and had made a genuinely spirited statement. He couldn’t just stand by and watch him get beaten up. The skinny tall man might have looked lean, but his kick was quite powerful. It wouldn’t feel good to get hit by it.

As the skinny tall man’s foot was about to hit Fatty Tang, Xiao Yi’s figure moved swiftly, stepping in front of Fatty Tang and kicking out at the skinny tall man’s foot.

"Crack!"

Legs intersecting, a muffled crack resounded, and the skinny tall man let out a piercing scream as he collapsed onto the ground.

And Xiao Yi stood calmly in place, as if it hadn’t been him who had delivered the kick.

Watching the skill Xiao Yi just displayed, the three onlookers were shocked, with the handsome young man standing beside Gao Junjie’s eyes constricting noticeably. A true expert reveals himself with one move, and though the kick Xiao Yi delivered seemed unremarkable, the handsome young man, proficient in Leg Technique himself, could tell the power behind it was non-trivial, and the technique, the angle—all were exquisitely executed!

"So it turns out, you’re really a master; I must have been blind," said Gao Junjie, his pupils also constricting as his gaze turned colder when he looked at Xiao Yi. Recalling how he had been deceived, and even right up until a moment ago believing the man before him was just a country bumpkin, a profound anger, greater than what he had felt that morning or when thinking back on yesterday’s events, stirred inside him.

For twenty years, he had always been the one playing others; yet over these last two days, this young man before him had completely toyed with him.

"If you all leave now, I won’t hold you accountable."

Xiao Yi looked indifferently at Gao Junjie, sensing the immense, yet concealed, rage beneath his seemingly calm tone. He understood that anyone as arrogant as him would feel some anger upon realizing they’d been played, but Xiao Yi didn’t care. The situation wasn’t of his making—it was they who had provoked him and pushed him into a corner. Even on that first morning, he had shown restraint, and yet they had continued to press him. Could they blame him?

Xiao Yi’s words caused an uproar in the classroom.

Xiao Yi was actually telling Gao Junjie and the Four Young Evil Masters of the School of Mathematics to leave!

So cool!

So arrogant!

Absolutely awesome!

So ignorant!

These were the innermost feelings of the onlookers.

"Holy cow!"

Fatty Tang, too, gaped at Xiao Yi’s calm demeanor, suddenly finding the image of the new brother he’d just brought into the fold towering high, oh no, towering thousands of meters high, becoming as admirable as a lofty mountain.

Before Gao Junjie could react, the muscular man couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed a switchblade and thrust it fiercely at Xiao Yi. When had they ever been insulted like this?

From childhood, wasn’t it always them telling others to scram?

This bumpkin, this bastard, actually told me to get lost. Even if Young Master Gao could tolerate it, he could not hold back any longer. He didn’t believe that this kid could just sweep away danger, and what about the knife in his hand? Was the boy, unarmed, really able to defeat the knife?

"Ah!"

"Be careful!"

As the burly man seemingly went crazy and lunged at Xiao Yi with a knife, a wave of screams erupted from the crowd.

Xiao Yi saw the burly man brandishing the knife, his expression deranged as he stabbed at him, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Without even looking, he simply kicked out again.

"Smack!"

The burly man’s body, bulky as a calf, flew instantly, crashing in the direction of the crowd.

"Ah!"

The crowd, watching the scene with bated breath, had not expected the burly man to fly toward them and screamed in shock, parting to make way.

So, the burly man’s hefty body smashed directly into a desk, oh no, a chair, whose backrest was obviously taller than the desk. His back hit the backrest first.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a cracking sound, the burly man hit the back of the chair solidly and let out a painful scream.

Before the crowd could react, a few more "smack smack!" sounds rang out, and several figures were kicked into the air, arcing through the space and crashing in different directions into the crowd.

The crowd was utterly shocked. Everyone held their breath, and no more sounds could be heard. In their eyes was an expression filled with incredulity, all staring at Xiao Yi, who stood calmly at the center of it all.

The ones kicked away this time were Gao Junjie and the other three. Xiao Yi’s kick was clean and decisive, seemingly without any technique. One kick per person, as if he was not kicking people but kicking balls set up for him. Not only were Gao Junjie and the other two completely unable to react in time, they didn’t even understand what had happened. Even the onlookers took a while to realize that Gao Junjie and the others had disappeared from the middle, and only then did they know it was them who had been kicked away.

Who exactly is this guy?

Is he even human?

Those are people, for goodness’ sake, grown men weighing at least over a hundred pounds!

And yet he kicked them away as if they were footballs, sending them flying with one kick!

What kind of terrifying strength is this?

And what’s more, does he know who he’s kicking?

It’s Gao Junjie! The Four Young Evil Masters!

The Four Young Evil Masters are said to have very powerful connections. Does he really think that having a bit of leg strength makes him so tough?

Zhao Yuhua glanced over, observing the scene as Gao Junjie and the others soared high into the air. Her brow furrowed once more, and a flash of surprise crossed her cold eyes, but she quickly returned to her usual indifference and shifted her gaze from the crowd back to the books on her desk.

"Smack smack smack!"

Amidst the crowd’s immense shock, accompanied by three crisp, solid sounds, Gao Junjie and the other two’s figures had already smashed onto different desks.

"Today was just a small lesson. You’d better not bother me again in the future, otherwise, don’t blame me for not being polite."

Xiao Yi looked indifferently at the Four Young Evil Masters lying on the ground, not caring about the expressions of the onlooking students. He gently dusted off his hands and turned to sit back down in his seat.

Thud!

A series of thudding sounds of falling bodies came from among the onlookers.

So, kicking someone and sending them flying with one kick is being polite in your book today?

However, no one dared to say this to Xiao Yi. At this moment, all the students in the class looked at Xiao Yi with an expression of deep awe. No matter what, whether he was a fool, hot-headed, reckless, and acting without considering the consequences, at the very least, his combat power was indeed terrifying right now. No one wanted to provoke him; who knew whether they might get kicked away with a single kick next.