83: Arrogance

Yang Yi, seeing that Li Ziyu didn't intend to pursue the matter, found it difficult to say anything more.

He merely snorted coldly, his gaze warning Wang Ze.

The current situation at Modu Martial Arts University is very complex; the four major academies, due to ideological differences, are divided into two distinct factions.

Extreme Dao Academy and Mental Power Master Academy advocate radicalism, believing in eliminating the weak and turning them into tools to support the strong, forming the radical faction.

In contrast, Elemental College and Weapons Academy advocate for everyone's common development and fair competition.

Due to these differing philosophies, the two factions are locked in an intense, covert struggle.

They were initially evenly matched.

However, in recent decades, for unknown reasons, the radical faction suddenly gained a significant advantage.

The Mutual Aid Society was also established as a result.

It can be said that behind the Mutual Aid Society stand the two deans of Modu University and most of the school's high-ranking officials.

The reason the Mutual Aid Society is so arrogant and domineering at Modu University is, in fact, due to the tacit approval of the school's high-ranking officials.

Since Li Ziyu, the aggrieved party, chose not to pursue Wang Ze's actions, he found it difficult to intervene further.

Yang Yi glanced at Li Ziyu.

He sighed inwardly.

Li Ziyu, he was still too soft-hearted.

Shoving the thought aside.

Thinking, Yang Yi walked to the center of the classroom, facing the students:

"I've finished explaining some knowledge about fierce beasts to everyone. Next, we will assess your strength."

"Later, these few third-year seniors will spar with you, and I will observe from the side."

"I will grade you based on your performance in the battles."

"I hope you don't hold back during the battles; only then can I fairly and objectively grade you and recommend suitable mentors."

After Yang Yi finished speaking.

He motioned to Wang Ze and the others.

Wang Ze and the others walked to the front, arms crossed, looking down at the students below.

"Divide into four groups, and come forward one by one."

After Yang Yi finished speaking, he stepped aside.

At the same time, he looked at Wang Ze again, giving him a warning look:

"This is just a test; pay attention to your strength, and do not use power beyond the students' strength limit!"

"Don't worry, Teacher."

Wang Ze rubbed his head, revealing a simple and honest expression.

His eyes were squeezed into his flesh, showing no emotion.

Liu Tao, Sun Mingyang, and the others, hearing this, each retreated to make space.

Then, they consciously divided into four lines, stepping forward one by one, bowing to Wang Ze and the others who stood ready.

"Yu-ge, that guy named Wang Ze seems very strong!"

"I just checked; his combat power ranks 87th in the entire Modu Martial Arts University!"

"It's said that when he was on a mission in the wilderness, he even had a record of close-quarters combat with a Level 3 beginner fierce beast!"

Below the stage.

Sun Qiming stood beside Li Ziyu, looking at Wang Ze with apprehension.

"A gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late!"

Sun Qiming reminded him from the side.

Li Ziyu looked up at Sun Qiming.

Seeing his concerned expression, he smiled and said softly:

"Let's watch the test first."

At this moment, the sparring had already begun on stage.

Although it was called a two-sided battle, a strength test.

Most of the time, the freshmen attacked, and the third-year seniors responsible for sparring defended.

Once the first-year students had used all their moves, Yang Yi would announce the score and end the battle.

However, only Wang Ze's side was an exception; he not only played tricks on those participating in the test but sometimes also actively attacked.

Several people had blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.

Yang Yi frowned at this, but martial artist cultivation was not child's play; it was tempered in blood and fire, so a little bleeding was nothing.

Wang Ze's behavior was not considered a violation, so he found it difficult to say anything.

"Hehe, this student, your punch is a bit weak. Did you not eat breakfast?"

"This batch of yours is a bit useless compared to ours."

"Sigh, I think you should drop out early. With this little strength, you'll just die if you become a martial artist later."

Wang Ze parried the freshman's attack while looking at the red-faced young man, speaking with a smile.

The one currently sparring with Wang Ze was the younger brother who had always followed Liu Tao, a black-haired youth.

The black-haired youth now used all his moves, attacking Wang Ze, but Wang Ze was like a wall.

No matter how he attacked, he could not make Wang Ze retreat an inch.

The black-haired youth was panting heavily, taking a deep breath, and said to Wang Ze:

"I... I can't hit anymore."

"You've been hitting for so long, it's my turn!"

Bang!

As soon as the black-haired youth finished speaking, Wang Ze's palm, as large as a futon, came whistling towards him, slapping him flying backward.

The black-haired youth's body flew backward, spitting out a few teeth in mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground.

His companions quickly stepped forward, helped him up from the ground, and glared angrily at Wang Ze.

"Sorry, I didn't hold back my strength just now."

Wang Ze's face no longer held its initial simplicity; it was full of indifference.

A martial artist ranked in the top hundred in combat power saying he couldn't control his strength was clearly a lie!

The black-haired youth's companions glared angrily at Wang Ze.

Wang Ze's mountain-like body took a few steps towards them, making the ground thump.

The shadow of his mountain-like body covered them, and he looked at them with interest:

"Oh? Do you have any objections to what I just said?"

"Enough! The test continues."

At this moment, Yang Yi's cold voice rang out.

Wang Ze looked disdainfully at the people on the ground spitting blood, then turned and retreated to the center of the classroom.

"Tch, trash is trash... I really don't know why Modu Martial Arts University recruits trash like you. Besides occupying resources, you're completely useless."

"The old-fashioned ideas of those old fogies in the school really need to change."

A moment later.

Wang Ze sent Liu Tao stumbling back several steps with a punch, making him fall to the ground.

However, Liu Tao did not remain on the ground like the other students; instead, he clutched his chest, his face pale, and struggled to get up.

"Oh, your strength is pretty good. What's your name? If you're interested, I can recommend you to join the Mutual Aid Society."

Wang Ze looked at Liu Tao in surprise and said.

Liu Tao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spoke to Wang Ze expressionlessly:

"No need, I don't want to join any society."

"Hmph! Just like someone else, ungrateful."

Being rejected by a freshman, Wang Ze felt a loss of face.

Ever since Li Ziyu challenged the authority of the Mutual Aid Society, more and more people had stopped taking the Mutual Aid Society seriously.

It seemed that he had to establish his authority today!

Wang Ze thought of what Vice President Nangong Hao had told him before he came.

He snorted coldly, glanced at Liu Tao, and took a step forward, intending to continue attacking Liu Tao.

However, he was interrupted by Yang Yi, who waved his hand from the side.

"Stop! Next one."

"Tch, boring."