68: Arrogant and domineering

The young man gave Li Ziyu another thumbs-up and said exaggeratedly,

"Nangong Hao is a big shot ranked fourth on the combat power list, and the Mutual Aid Society is a giant within Modu University."

"You dared to refuse a direct invitation from such a big shot, junior! You're truly awesome!"

"As expected of the National Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer!"

With that, the young man took out his phone, opened Modu Martial Arts University's forum, and pulled up a video.

Li Ziyu looked over; it was precisely the video of him refusing Nangong Hao's invitation.

In the video, Nangong Hao's expression was stiff on his face, and he walked past Nangong Hao expressionlessly.

White subtitles floated across the video.

"Holy cow, awesome! Six, six, six!"

"Looks like this year's new students have a troublemaker. Tsk, tsk, where did he get such courage?"

"Damn it, that's so satisfying! I've long been annoyed with those people from the Mutual Aid Society! They take the good missions first, they get priority use of the training rooms, they're so arrogant, screw them!"

"Kid, I'm from the Mutual Aid Society. If you've got guts, tell me your name, and I'll have a word with you face to face."

After this comment, the bullet screen disappeared.

From this, one could see the Mutual Aid Society's status.

They dared to be angry but not speak.

"Tsk, buddy, although I know you're the National Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer, and your strength and talent are definitely good,"

"but listen to your senior's advice: even if you don't join the Mutual Aid Society, don't confront them head-on."

The young man put his phone away, his smile turning serious as he looked at Li Ziyu.

Li Ziyu raised an eyebrow:

"Why? Don't Martial Artists emphasize pressing forward fearlessly?"

"Why are you all so afraid of the Mutual Aid Society?"

"Fearless my foot!"

Before he could finish speaking, the young man waved his hand, interrupting him, and looked at Li Ziyu with a speechless expression:

"Brother, you've read too many novels!"

"Only two types of people are fearless: either reckless fools, or those whose talent and strength are strong enough to crush everything."

"The first kind dies quickly; the second kind simply doesn't exist."

"I know your talent must be very strong, but there's a limit to how strong it can be!"

"It's impossible to be invincible at the same level, let alone challenge those of higher levels."

"So, honestly going with the flow is the right way."

The young man wanted to continue, but Li Ziyu interrupted him:

"I've chosen my Battle Skill. Where do I collect it?"

Li Ziyu was expressionless, his demeanor causing the young man to sigh involuntarily:

"Sigh, buddy, you'll regret it."

"You don't need to collect the Battle Skill after choosing it. Leave your villa address, and a drone will deliver it to your door."

Li Ziyu nodded, acknowledged, and then left.

At this moment, the young man shouted loudly at Li Ziyu's retreating back:

"Oh, right! Don't go back to your dorm yet!"

"People from the Mutual Aid Society are blocking your dorm entrance right now!"

Li Ziyu's body stiffened upon hearing this. He turned back to thank the young man and then walked out the main gate.

The young man watched Li Ziyu's departing figure and shook his head:

"Sigh, why are newcomers so stubborn and unwilling to listen to advice?"

...

A villa area shaded by green trees.

At the entrance of a perfectly located villa by the lake.

Suitcases and daily necessities were roughly thrown out of the second-floor window of the villa.

Clang, bang, crash.

A group of onlookers, students, pointed at the villa and discussed animatedly.

"Brother, what's going on? Are they fighting over a dorm?"

"Shouldn't fighting over a dorm be a competition at the entrance? Why are they throwing out luggage?"

"You don't know?"

"Know what? I just arrived to report."

The newcomer was curious.

The senior, who looked like a second-year student, heard this and pointed to the group of people standing at the first floor entrance of the villa, saying in a low voice:

"Just now, a first-year new student openly refused an invitation from Nangong Hao, the Vice President of the Mutual Aid Society."

"The Mutual Aid Society is teaching that new student a lesson. Look at this villa; it's where that new student lives."

"All his luggage has been thrown out."

"Holy cow, offending the Vice President of the Mutual Aid Society? Then this guy is in for it."

At this time, in addition to the initial onlookers, many new students who had just arrived to report or came out of curiosity gathered.

The entrance of the villa was crowded with first-year and second-year new students.

Yang Ming stood at the villa entrance, arms crossed, scanning the crowd, and snorted coldly with an arrogant expression:

"Hmph, all of you look closely! This is what happens to those who dare to oppose our Mutual Aid Society!"

"Do you really think being the National Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer makes you great?"

"At Modu Martial Arts University, every student must bow to the Mutual Aid Society!"

The few Mutual Aid Society students following him also had arrogant expressions.

Each year, dormitory selection was a routine event for the Mutual Aid Society to assert its power, and today, Li Ziyu happened to be the target.

At this moment.

Yang Ming extended his finger again, pointing backward at the students behind him:

"Centered on me, the twenty villas eastward from this row that I'm pointing to have all been reserved by our Mutual Aid Society."

"Only first-year new students who join our Mutual Aid Society are qualified to reside in these twenty villas."

"Everyone else, get lost!"

Yang Ming's expression was cold, his tone arrogant.

As soon as these words were uttered, they directly caused a thousand ripples in the crowd, and the scene erupted in an uproar.

"Why?! These twenty villas have the best location, and you just claim them?"

"You people from the Mutual Aid Society are too overbearing!"

"Exactly! The villa locations are freely chosen through competition. What right do you have to monopolize them?"

The first-year new students in the crowd looked at Yang Ming and the few people behind him with expressions of defiance.

They had just been watching with a spectator's mindset, but now they truly experienced the Mutual Aid Society's overbearingness.

"Why?! Because of my strength as a Second-Level Advanced Martial Artist!"

"Because of my identity in the Mutual Aid Society!"

"Is that enough?!"

Yang Ming sneered, looking at the noisy crowd.

He crossed his arms, looking down from above as he scanned the crowd in front of the villa who were accusing him.

As he spoke, he took a step forward, stomping heavily on the asphalt road in front of the villa courtyard.

With a boom.

Centered on his foot, the asphalt road within a five-meter radius directly cracked all around.

The hard asphalt road was directly sunken twenty centimeters deep by his stomp.

At the same time, a violent surge of qi and blood erupted from Yang Ming's body, scattering fallen leaves.

The few first-year new students closest to Yang Ming were directly shaken back several steps by this qi and blood surge.

Everyone looked at Yang Ming with shocked and incredulous expressions:

"Qi and blood forming a presence! This is the characteristic of a Second-Level Advanced Martial Artist!"

"Hiss! Causing such destructive power with one stomp, and with such might, his qi and blood must have reached at least 50! Combat power starting at 8000!"

The onlookers looked at the arrogant Yang Ming with shocked and solemn expressions.

They wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

Between each level of Martial Artists, the difference in strength is like heaven and earth.

Setting aside Battle Skill factors, even ten peak First-Level Martial Artists are no match for a Intermediate Level Second Grade Martial Artist!

Moreover, as a prodigy of the Mutual Aid Society, Yang Ming's Battle Skills were definitely stronger than those of these newly admitted students!

Everyone could only watch, daring to be angry but not to speak.

"Hmph! You can live in these villas if you want. If anyone can take one move from me, then I'll allow it!"

At this moment, Yang Ming took another step forward, standing in front of everyone, clasping his hands and coldly scanning the crowd.

Everyone exchanged glances, but no one spoke.

The scene fell silent for a moment.