70: Flash sale!
The surrounding students clenched their fists tightly and gnashed their teeth upon hearing Yang Ming's words.
A few students, unable to contain their anger, charged directly at him.
However, before they could reach Yang Ming, they were kicked away, spitting blood.
Just then, Liu Tao followed Yang Ming's gaze and noticed Li Ziyu.
He looked at the people around him with pity and said, "Look, the National Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer who rejected the Mutual Aid Society's invitation is here."
The others followed Liu Tao's gaze and also saw Li Ziyu, then hesitantly said, "He's going to be in trouble, but no one will die, right?"
"No, although the school encourages student competition, there's a bottom line. But he'll probably be bedridden for a few months."
The onlookers all noticed Li Ziyu, and Sun Mingyang also looked towards Li Ziyu.
By the side of the road, Wang Qiming stopped.
He looked at Li Ziyu, whose gaze had turned cold.
Then he turned to look at Yang Ming, who was standing with his arms crossed in front of the villa, and the luggage scattered on the ground next to the young man.
A thoughtful expression appeared on his face as he said to Li Ziyu, "Brother, is this the villa you picked?"
"Is all that luggage on the ground yours?"
"Yes."
Li Ziyu reached behind his back, expressionlessly drawing his demon moon battle blade and holding it in his hand.
He looked coldly at Yang Ming, who had a provocative expression.
It's the Mutual Aid Society again.
Was he too easygoing before, making others think he was easy to bully?
Li Ziyu was expressionless, holding the demon moon as he walked towards Yang Ming.
Damn it, they keep provoking him again and again.
Once he advances to Second-Level Martial Artist, he'll just cut down Ouyang Hao too and establish his authority.
Otherwise, with one wave after another jumping in his face, he wouldn't be able to cultivate properly at Modu University.
However, he had barely taken a step forward when Wang Qiming pulled him back.
Wang Qiming placed the luggage he was dragging next to Li Ziyu.
He grinned at Li Ziyu, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
A strong excitement appeared on his face as he said, "Brother, I just told you, I'll protect you from now on!"
"Let me do it!"
Saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and strode towards Yang Ming, "Don't forget, I'm the Top Scorer of Dongshan Province!"
"First Grade Warrior of advanced qi and blood!"
"Eight-Break Strike!"
Wang Qiming's expression was excited, and with lightning speed, he charged directly in front of Yang Ming, then fiercely threw out both fists.
Bang!
A loud crash!
Yang Ming delivered a whip kick.
Then a dark figure flew back even faster than before, spitting blood.
Liu Tao looked speechlessly at Wang Qiming in the distance, who was foaming at the mouth and twitching on the ground, his lips twitching uncontrollably:
"Where did this idiot come from?"
"Poof! Second-Level Martial Artist!!?"
"Old Brother Li, let's change dorms. This strength is too strong, we can't defend it!"
Wang Qiming foamed at the mouth, his body twitching from the kick.
He sat on the ground, covering his swollen half-face, and said helplessly to Li Ziyu.
"Huh, to take a kick from me with First Grade Warrior strength and not pass out, your strength is good."
"You have the qualification to be invited into our Mutual Aid Society. You can come find me later to apply to join the Mutual Aid Society."
Yang Ming glanced at Wang Qiming, who was clutching his chest and lying on the ground, then said a faint sentence before withdrawing his gaze.
He turned to Li Ziyu, "Don't you think you're impressive as the National Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer? Today is the first lesson your senior is giving you."
"Outside, don't refuse people you can't afford to refuse!"
Saying that, Yang Ming hooked his finger at Li Ziyu, and said with a playful expression, "Come, come here. As long as you can take one move from me, the matter of you rejecting my Mutual Aid Society will be written off..."
Yang Ming was about to continue speaking.
However, before he could open his mouth, a chilling sensation surged from his heart.
His pupils contracted sharply!
In front of him, a deep red flame, raising heat waves and distorting the air, flashed past from the direction Li Ziyu was standing.
Then, a blade light, like lightning wrapped in flames, rapidly expanded in Yang Ming's contracting pupils!
All of Yang Ming's hair stood on end.
His muscles instinctively tensed up, circulating his qi and blood power, and he raised his hand to block.
However, the flame lightning blade light was extremely fast, and before Yang Ming could even raise his hand, he felt a heat in his right hand.
His palm separated!
"Ah!"
"My hand!!"
A heart-wrenching scream.
Yang Ming staggered backward, clutching his wrist.
By the side of the road, the demon moon's tip hung to the ground.
Li Ziyu stood motionless, expressionless.
The scene suddenly fell silent.
Liu Tao and Sun Mingyang's pupils contracted to pinpricks, looking in shock at Li Ziyu, who was still in his striking posture.
They couldn't help but swallow their saliva in unison.
What was that strike just now?
Wang Qiming's eyes also widened, as if he was seeing Li Ziyu for the first time.
"That strike just now was punishment for you beckoning me."
"And this strike now is punishment for you attacking my roommate!"
The expressionless Li Ziyu spoke faintly.
Looking at Yang Ming, who was clutching his severed hand and sweating profusely, he slowly raised the demon moon battle blade again.
The moment Li Ziyu gripped the demon moon's hilt, a violent fiery heat wave, following Li Ziyu's arm, converged onto the demon moon's blade.
When the flames covered the blade tip and the heat wave reached its extreme!
"Boom!"
The demon moon was swung fiercely towards Yang Ming.
"Flame Breathing!"
"Thunderclap Slash!"
The next moment, accompanied by the explosive sound of a sharp object breaking through the air, a red lightning bolt mixed with a fiery blade light fiercely rushed towards Yang Ming.
The air seemed to distort under the scorching blade light.
Yang Ming's pupils contracted.
The crimson, flame-infused blade light rapidly expanded in his pupils.
A bone-chilling coldness, accompanied by his hair standing on end, enveloped his entire body with fear.
He couldn't block it!
Yang Ming cried out in alarm, "How dare you! I'm from the Mutual Aid Society!"
"If you dare to injure me, you're making an enemy of our Mutual Aid Society!"
"You won't be able to get by at Modu University for all four years..."
Pfft.
The crimson flame blade light flashed past.
Before Yang Ming could finish speaking, he felt a pain in his right leg, and with a thud, his vision went black and he fell to the ground.
Perhaps the flames mixed with the blade light were too scorching.
No drop of blood seeped from the root of Yang Ming's severed right thigh.
By the roadside, Li Ziyu was expressionless, slowly sheathing his blade and placing the demon moon back behind him.
He looked at Yang Ming, who had fainted and lay unconscious on the ground, and the bewildered Mutual Aid Society members behind Yang Ming.
He pointed at the scattered luggage on the ground and said coldly, "This luggage of mine is worth five million great xia currency, and it's all messed up by you. How will you compensate me? You figure it out."
After a pause, Li Ziyu looked around again and said, "Also, what you just said about this villa being the center, and the twenty villas to the right only being for your Mutual Aid Society.
I'm returning that to you."
"From today onwards, within twenty villas centered around this one, I don't wish to see anyone from the Mutual Aid Society appear."
After Li Ziyu finished speaking coldly, he stepped forward and helped Wang Qiming, who was half-sitting on the ground with his mouth wider than a duck egg, towards the villa's main gate.
The Mutual Aid Society members gathered around Yang Ming collectively took a step back in fright.
The surrounding freshmen onlookers also instinctively cleared a path for Li Ziyu.