315: Chapter 315 One Against One Hundred and Twenty!

What does it mean to be arrogant?

This is it!

A dead silence fell over the entire hall; everyone was stunned.

Some even doubted if they had misheard, their eyes filled with disbelief... Suddenly!

"Whoosh—"

The entire lobby erupted like a boiling pot. The members of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion widened their eyes, cry after cry of surprise breaking out.

"Did I hear that right? The instructor wants to take on all of us alone?"

"One person fighting a hundred and twenty? Holy crap... even more badass than Ip Man???"

"Does he see us as decorations or as corpses?"

...How could they not be shocked?

They were the future hope of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, after all... If a hundred and twenty people charged at once, even the strongest person would have to lose a layer of skin, right?

But Ye Chen didn't care at all; instead, he had said those words!!!

Lu Nan was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face turning bright red.

"Instructor!"

"You're looking down on people too much!"

Ye Chen looked at him with a serious expression: "I am not looking down on you."

Lu Nan's chest heaved as he said angrily.

"Then what do you mean?"

Ye Chen thought for a moment and answered even more seriously.

"I am looking down on all of you together."

Lu Nan: "!!!"

The hundred and twenty people: "!!!"

These words were like a fire, completely igniting these hot-blooded young people.

"Damn! Too arrogant!"

"Brothers, let's go! Let him see how capable we are!"

"Instructor, you asked for this!"

...A chaotic clamor of movement followed.

A hundred and twenty people stood up in unison, chairs overturning all over the floor.

Seeing this display, the lobby manager hurriedly called for security on his walkie-talkie... but in the next second.

Lu Nan was the first to rush out, his fist the size of a casserole dish heading straight for Ye Chen's face!

"I'll be the first to test you!"

The wind from his fist howled!

The power of the Mid-Yellow Realm, held nothing back!

However.

Ye Chen didn't even use a single trace of True Qi.

He simply turned his body slightly, letting the heavy punch pass, seized Lu Nan's wrist, twisted his hips... and executed a clean, swift over-the-shoulder throw!

“Bang!!!”

The burly body, weighing over two hundred pounds, slammed heavily onto the marble floor!

The entire lobby seemed to vibrate along with the impact.

Lu Nan lay on the ground, his head buzzing, unable to crawl up for a moment.

Seeing this, the expressions of those around him changed.

But any one of them would be considered a favored child of heaven among ordinary people, so this scene didn't make them shrink back; instead, it ignited their competitive spirit.

In the next second.

Even more people pounced!

Someone attacked from the left, a fist heading straight for his ribs!

Someone cut in from the right, a leg shadow sweeping toward his lower body!

Someone even leaped from behind, attempting a chokehold!

Their moves were completely unorganized, but they were using every ounce of strength they had... it might have been useful normally.

Unfortunately, they had encountered Ye Chen.

Ye Chen didn't even move his feet.

He just stood there, parrying and pushing with his hands. Every movement was simple and direct, yet someone was inevitably sent flying back.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Ah—!”

“Ouch—!”

“Holy shit—!”

Cries of pain rose and fell.

One figure after another flew out like dumplings into a pot, crashing to the floor and stacking into a pile.

Some clutched their stomachs, curled up like shrimp.

Some held their knees, howling in pain.

Some lay flat on the ground, faces pressed against the cold floor tiles, questioning their existence.

Three minutes.

Just three minutes.

A hundred and twenty people lay neatly across the floor.

Not a single one could stand.

The guests and business people shrinking in the corners widened their eyes, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

The lobby manager leaned against the front desk, his legs turning to jelly.

No... what kind of monster was this young man?

One person, with no weapons and not even any fancy moves... had taken down over a hundred well-trained young people?

Is this a play???

Yan Qingwu stood to the side, looking at the "corpses" all over the floor, her lips twitching slightly.

She lowered her head and muttered in a small voice.

"This guy..."

"He's not taking his anger out on these greenhorns, is he?"

Her voice was very soft.

But Ye Chen's ears twitched, and he turned his head to glance at her.

"What did you say?"

Yan Qingwu immediately put on a brilliant smile and waved her hands repeatedly: "Nothing, nothing! I said the instructor is mighty! The instructor is domineering! The instructor teaches well!"

Ye Chen couldn't be bothered to expose her.

He withdrew his gaze and swept it over the students scattered across the floor.

Lu Nan was lying at the very front, his face pressed against the ground.

Ye Chen walked over, squatted down, and poked the back of his head with his fingertip.

"Are you dead?"

Lu Nan didn't move.

Ye Chen poked him again.

"If you're not dead, make a sound."

Lu Nan finally moved.

He struggled to flip over, lying face up and staring blankly at the crystal chandelier above: "Squeak..."

Ye Chen nodded.

"Not bad, you haven't gone stupid."

He stood up and clapped his hands.

"Stop playing dead."

"Get up."

A rustling sound rose from the floor.

Some struggled to climb up, some tried two or three times and fell back, and some simply gave up and continued lying there playing dead.

But regardless, everyone heard Ye Chen's next words.

"Truly capable people never brag about their abilities."

"They simply do what needs to be done."

"You all..."

His gaze slowly swept over each of those faces.

"Still have a very long way to go."

"And the beginning of that path..."

"Is first learning how to take a beating."

In the lobby, it was so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained.

No one argued.

No one made a sound.

Lying on the ground, they looked at the young instructor and suddenly understood why the group leader had sent him.

It wasn't because he was old.

It wasn't because he had seniority.

It was because... he was truly strong.

He was just too strong!

So strong that they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Lu Nan propped himself up and slowly sat up.

He looked at Ye Chen and suddenly spoke.

"Instructor..."

"Did you use True Qi just now?"

Ye Chen looked down at him, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly: "What do you think?"

Lu Nan fell silent.

He felt it.

From beginning to end, there hadn't been a single trace of True Qi fluctuation from Ye Chen.

In other words... this instructor, who looked even younger than him, had taken down all one hundred and twenty of them purely with physical strength.

This thought was like a heavy hammer, slamming hard against his heart.

He opened his mouth but could say nothing.

The surrounding students, who had originally harbored some defiance, all lowered their heads now.

Their pride.

Had been crushed to powder.

Seeing them like this, Ye Chen suddenly smiled.

"Alright."

"Everyone get up."

"The floor is cold; lying there too long will give you hemorrhoids."

Everyone: "..."

Someone couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

The atmosphere quietly loosened a bit.

Yan Qingwu stood to the side, watching this scene, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

This guy... he clearly came to be an instructor, yet he chose the most brutal way to crush the pride of these favored children of heaven.

But after crushing it, he could also provide a step down just at the right time.

It wasn't just blind suppression.

And it wasn't just blind preaching.

Instead... he first let them see the gap for themselves.

He let them understand for themselves how they should proceed next.

She suddenly realized.

No wonder Old Master Xuanyuan insisted on pushing this group of people onto Ye Chen... because there were some things that really only Ye Chen could teach.

Seeing the members around him climbing up one after another.

Ye Chen smiled slightly and announced.

"What are you all standing around for? Go back to eating!"

"I'm picking up the tab for today's meal!"

"This meal is on me."

When the surrounding people heard this, they climbed up even faster. The deafening cheers almost blew the ceiling off the hotel lobby!

"Long live the instructor!"

"Chief Instructor is awesome!"

"I want to eat lobster! Aussie lobster!"

"Give me ten servings of abalone rice!"

...The hundred and twenty people who had just been beaten into questioning their existence now rushed toward the buffet area like they'd been injected with chicken blood.

That posture was exactly like a pack of wolves that had been starving for eight lifetimes.

Seeing their behavior, Ye Chen's lips twitched.

These guys... when they were getting beaten, they all lay down so neatly, but as soon as they heard there was food, they got up faster than rabbits.

Lu Nan, clutching his painfully bruised back, limped to the very front and grabbed a large lobster, stuffing it into his mouth.

While stuffing his face, he mumbled indistinctly.

"Instructor... that over-the-shoulder throw just now... hiss... was really damn ruthless..."

"But I'm convinced!"

"I have to eat more this meal to recover..."

Guo Qinling squeezed over from the side and snatched half the lobster from his hand.

"Brother Lu, eat less! The instructor is treating, everyone gets a share!"

Lu Nan glared: "You kid dare to steal my lobster?!"

Guo Qinling chuckled: "Didn't you also fail to snatch it back?"

The two immediately tangled into a heap, rolling around on the floor.

No one around them tried to stop the fight; instead, a burst of jeering broke out.

"Fight! Fight! Whoever wins gets it!"

"Go Brother Lu!"

"Qinling, can you do it or not!"

...Ye Chen looked at this scene and looked away wordlessly.

These people... had he been too light on them just now?

They still had the energy for infighting?

Yan Qingwu stood beside him, arms crossed, watching the fun with a beaming smile: "Chief Instructor, this treat of yours is worth it."

Ye Chen glanced at her.

"Worth what?"

"Giving them candy after a beating." Yan Qingwu's eyes sparkled, "The way these boys look at you now is like they're looking at their own father."

Ye Chen couldn't be bothered to respond to her.

His gaze swept over those hundred and twenty faces gorging themselves, and he suddenly spoke: "By the way, where are they staying?"