81: Pighead Lao Fu

Chen Qing smiled casually, melting the ice crystals that were almost shattered at his waist, patted the slightly dirty corner of his clothes, and waited for Fu Mingyu's response.

Fu Mingyu looked at his relaxed and unhurried movements, and his heart was shocked beyond measure.

This guy is stronger than before!

And much stronger!

He couldn't help but think of a possibility: could Chen Qing have already reached the Second Stage?

This time, Chen Qing didn't wait for him to ask, unlike his usual torment of his heart, and spoke directly: "Lao Fu, since you're not making a move, then I'm going to make one.

Since Breaking Through to the Second Stage, I haven't really fought anyone yet."

Fu Mingyu's pupils dilated in shock, and he cursed inwardly.

Damn it, this guy really reached the Second Stage. Is he even letting people live?

Every time he thought he was about to catch up to him, he would take another step ahead, making the confidence he had painstakingly built up instantly collapse.

Sometimes he even wondered, is this guy really human?

He had never seen or heard of anyone Cultivating so fast!

Before he could calm his emotions, Chen Qing stomped his foot, leaving an afterimage in place, and he had already arrived in front of Fu Mingyu.

A simple, unadorned straight punch, without using any Martial Skill.

"Bang!"

Fu Mingyu crossed his hands to block the punch, and his entire body was knocked back several steps, a tingling sensation spreading through his arms.

Chen Qing's footsteps didn't stop, and with another flash, while Fu Mingyu's figure hadn't stabilized, he punched him in the face.

"Ah!"

Fu Mingyu cried out in pain. It wasn't that he was really in much pain, but that Chen Qing, this shameless guy, actually hit his handsome face!

"Bang!"

Another punch landed on his face from the other direction. After taking a punch on each side, two large bumps immediately swelled up.

Fu Mingyu's body was unstable, and Chen Qing easily knocked him to the ground with a casual whip kick.

The next moment, Chen Qing didn't care how this guy cursed his vile act of intentionally hitting him in the face, he sat on him and furiously rained punches on his cheeks.

"Bang bang" sounds were incessant.

"Wuwuwu, stop hitting me!"

"I told you to call yourself 'Grandpa Fu,' do you still dare to call yourself that?"

"You actually dared to boast in front of me to the members, do you want the President to just do it for you? And you still stubbornly said you didn't want to be the President."

"You kept staring at me in class today. Am I prettier than Teacher Liu on stage or do I have bigger breasts than Zhao Yuanyue? Were you thinking of how to deal with me?"

"Wuwu, I won't look anymore, I won't look anymore!"

"If I don't beat you into a pig's head today, I'm not named Chen!"

... The referee Wu Cheng stared blankly at Chen Qing, who was mercilessly beating Fu Mingyu, somewhat unsure whether to stop him.

Below the stage.

Wang Xiaomin subconsciously waved her small fists, as if she was also hitting Fu Mingyu's stinking face in rhythm.

Zhao Yuanyue's face was slightly red, somewhat embarrassed. What nonsense was Chen Qing saying?

What 'big breasts' or 'not big breasts'?

She looked down at that majestic area, somewhat speechless.

These stinky men, none of them are good!

"This... the President is hitting him too hard!" a member said awkwardly.

"What do you know? The President is spurring on that 'what's-his-name-Yu.' This is clearly a combat instruction!"

"Exactly! The President always acts honorably and would never seek personal revenge!"

... Everyone exchanged glances, looking at Fu Mingyu, who was crying out in agony on stage, somewhat hesitant whether to leave first.

"How about we leave first? That Fu Mingyu is also a Vice President, watching him like this, will we be targeted later?"

"That makes sense! The Vice President is wise and mighty, we should uphold his image."

"Let's go."

A group of new members quickly slipped away, hastily leaving the scene, unable to bear watching any longer... On the stage.

After a satisfying beating, Chen Qing leaped up from the ground, letting Fu Mingyu go.

At this moment, Fu Mingyu's face was swollen with an unknown number of bumps, big and small. If he were to sell pig's head meat now, he should be able to sell it for a lot more money than usual.

After crawling up from the ground, Fu Mingyu glared resentfully at Chen Qing, then quickly ran off, disappearing from sight.

You, Chen Qing, just wait. He, Fu Mingyu, will one day personally avenge this! Wash your face and wait for Grandpa Fu's return!

Next time, Grandpa will beat this guy into a pig's head!

No! Beat him into a lion's head!

... Looking at the departing Fu Mingyu, Xia Xuan was a little helpless and said to Chen Qing: "President, if you beat him like this, won't he develop some psychological trauma?"

Zhao Yuanyue sneered: "Don't worry! That guy isn't that petty; at most, he'll just be thinking about how to beat you back."

Her family and the Fu family in the capital have some connections, and she has had quite a bit of contact with this young master of the Fu family. She probably understands him better than she understands the pigs in the village.

After all, in her eyes, Fu Mingyu's thought process was as simple as a pig's.

Chen Qing also chuckled, not caring much. He naturally understood Fu Mingyu's character, which was why he dared to act this way.

Seeing that they didn't care much, Xia Xuan stopped asking and instead asked curiously: "President, how come the ice crystals you just condensed were so hard?

Oh, if it's the Dean's unique skill, then you don't have to say."

As a fellow Ice Department Martial Artist, he was not able to become a disciple of Dean Yang Chen, but instead studied under a teacher in the Ice Department.

Chen Qing was quite kind to Xia Xuan. Xia Xuan was upright, hardworking, and from the Ice Department, so he took good care of him. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "It's not the teacher's unique skill, and there's nothing to hide. This is because I imbued the ice crystals with Mental Energy.

However, you'll have to wait until your Mental Energy can be sensed and projected outwards before you can try this combat method."

He looked at the people next to him and continued: "The same goes for you all. When you have time, you can consider trying to Cultivate the Mental Energy Cultivation Technique I gave you. I now feel that it is a very important thing for Martial Artists to Cultivate Mental Energy in the low stages!"

Zhao Yuanyue and the others all paid attention, including the referee Wu Cheng.

"Ever since my Mental Energy could be projected outwards, many things that were originally slow have sped up a lot. For example, the improvement in control over strength, the combat method you just saw, and furthermore, the increase in Cultivation speed!"

Wu Cheng listened to Chen Qing's words, somewhat puzzled: "When you say that, I do feel it. After I Broke Through to the Third Stage, I started to be able to project Mental Energy, and at that moment, I indeed felt that my Cultivation speed had increased."

"How much can it increase?" Zhao Yuanyue asked.

"At least a 20% increase!" Chen Qing estimated conservatively. This was the result of his actual experience during his previous Cultivation.

"That's good!" Xia Xuan's eyes gleamed: "But I recently tried Cultivating the Cultivation Technique you gave me, and it feels very difficult!"

Zhao Yuanyue also nodded. She had also tried it, and the difficulty of Cultivation was exaggeratedly high. She had never seen such a difficult Cultivation Technique.

Seeing them a bit discouraged, Chen Qing smiled and said: "Don't worry, Cultivate slowly. I think you all can really practice the Cultivation Technique I gave you, including Teacher Wu."