48: Chapter 48 One slap silenced everything

"Why do these people act like they've seen a ghost whenever Zhang Qing is mentioned?"

During the lunch break, Chen Moxuan asked his classmates for information about Zhang Qing, but those he asked reacted violently and quickly shook their heads.

Some even looked nervous, making a hush gesture at him to indicate he should stop asking, as if mentioning Zhang Qing were a taboo in this school.

The three-day waiting period for the traversal had passed. He just wanted to complete this mission quickly, repay Song Xin's favor, and then ask her to help send him back to the Martial Arts World.

Continuing to stay here, all he could do was keep optimizing the Martial Skills he currently possessed, deducing all the Martial Skills he had analyzed from the students of Traditional Martial Arts Class 2 to Perfection.

However, at this point, mastering more Martial Skills at Perfection didn't do much to improve his strength.

After all, he didn't have three heads and six arms; he could only execute one Martial Skill at a time.

His cultivation had reached a Bottleneck, and to achieve a Breakthrough, he had to master a Breathing Method.

Even if he could only stay there for three days, it would be enough for him to master a Breathing Method and reach the Qi Control Realm.

After inquiring to no avail, Chen Moxuan began to think. The most efficient method might be to go to the school's broadcasting room and directly broadcast a missing person notice.

But thinking that the mission required infiltration, this approach was far too flashy.

He didn't yet understand what the C-level danger rating marked in the mission represented. With plenty of time on his hands, it was better to avoid being too conspicuous.

Chen Moxuan went to the rooftop of the teaching building, hoping to use the excellent vantage point to see if he could catch any clues.

A strong wind whistled. He stood on the edge, overlooking the entire campus, his clothes flapping loudly in the wind.

"Truly... a dance of demons," Chen Moxuan couldn't help but exclaim.

Generally speaking, rarely would anyone use "a dance of demons" to describe a school.

But everywhere his eyes landed, he could see a heap of campus chaos.

During the lunch break, the students of Third Hope Middle School were like madmen; some were gathered together puffing away on cigarettes, while others were blatantly bullying their classmates.

The playground was even more chaotic, with groups of people brawling, throwing punches and kicks, the scene completely out of control.

That scene was something Chen Moxuan had only seen before in action movies about delinquent students.

It had a strong feeling of Suzuran High School.

He even caught a glimpse of a punk with a bizarre hairstyle, walking toward the small woods with two young delinquent girls in his arms.

As for what they were going to do, Chen Moxuan wasn't sure.

His eyesight was just better than before; he didn't have the ability to see through things.

Without seeing it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe or spread rumors. Who knew if they were just going to play Fight the Landlord?

After all, that punk's hairstyle made him look like he was very good at playing cards.

Soon, Chen Moxuan's attention shifted to a corner below the teaching building, where a fight was taking place.

To be precise, two students with fierce expressions, dressed like street punks, were ganging up on a delicate-looking male student.

He had no intention of meddling; this phenomenon was ubiquitous in this school, and he couldn't manage it even if he wanted to.

But suddenly, a thought arose:

"The people before changed their expressions whenever they talked about Zhang Qing. Perhaps starting with the school's punks could yield some information..."

Thinking this, Chen Moxuan leaped directly from the rooftop.

Wisps of electric arcs snaked out from the soles of his feet, firmly adhering his shoe soles to the wall.

The load-bearing wall of the teaching building contained steel bars. Through the magnetic force generated by the electric arcs and his movement techniques that had reached Perfection, it was enough to allow him to sprint down the wall as if walking on flat ground.

As for why he didn't just jump down, his current body could withstand the impact.

It was just that the commotion would be too big, and he would smash a crater into the ground.

When he was five meters above the three, he kicked off the wall, performed a flip in the air, and landed steadily behind them.

This scene was caught by the male student facing this direction, leaving him stunned on the spot.

"How dare you get distracted while facing us, the Dragon and Tiger Brothers?"

One of the punks seized the opportunity and smashed a fist hard toward the male student's face.

"Oh no!" The male student snapped back to reality and hurriedly tried to dodge to the side.

But in the next second, he realized the other punk had blocked his escape route and was also throwing a punch at him.

In his desperation, the male student instinctively closed his eyes and hugged his head to protect his vital points.

But the pain he imagined didn't come; the male student only felt a gust of wind blowing toward his face.

Full of confusion, he slowly opened his eyes to see a tall, black-haired youth standing in front of him, though he didn't know when he had arrived.

The black-haired youth had accurately caught the punk's fist; his side profile had smooth lines, as if carved by a knife.

The male student swore he had never seen such a perfect side profile in reality.

For a moment, he didn't know if it was because he had escaped a disaster or something else, but his heartbeat accelerated significantly.

The two crew-cut punks flushed red, struggling to pull their fists out of Chen Moxuan's grip.

Chen Moxuan heard their heavy panting and suddenly realized that these two people were actually using force, so he immediately released his fingers.

The two punks couldn't hold back their force in time and nearly fell flat on their backs.

They cursed and swore:

"Damn it, where are you from?"

"Don't you know the rules of Jianghu? You can't interfere with a one-on-one fight!"

"You... were just having a one-on-one fight?" Chen Moxuan raised an eyebrow and asked.

"We, the Dragon and Tiger Brothers, are two bodies with one mind, so naturally we count as one person."

"Hmm... fine. I'd like to ask, do you know Zhang Qing?" Chen Moxuan decided not to dwell on their logic.

"Just based on you, you want to find Zhang Qing?"

The two punks suddenly started laughing, their tone full of mockery.

"Hahahaha, bro, this guy actually wants to find Zhang Qing!"

"Pretty boy, is this your first day at this school? Don't you know that name can't be mentioned casually?"

"It looks like you know him. Where is he?" Chen Moxuan's eyes lit up.

"If you want to know, you have to be able to beat us, the Dragon and Tiger Brothers, first!"

"Must we fight? Is there no room for negotiation?"

"No room for negotiation! Pretty boy, let us show you how serious the consequences of disturbing us are!"

The two punks stood shoulder to shoulder, raised their clenched fists, and struck a fighting pose at Chen Moxuan.

"We, the Dragon and Tiger Brothers, are two bodies with one mind, ranked thirty-sixth on the fighting leaderboard. If you want to—"

Before one of the punks could finish his sentence, Chen Moxuan had already slapped him on the side of his face, his head instantly tilting to one side like a rattle-drum.

The remaining force of this slap didn't dissipate, and it followed through to land heavily on the other punk's face.

Both their bodies flew backward almost simultaneously, tracing a short parabola before crashing heavily to the ground.

Their bodies lay there limply, motionless, falling into a sleep as deep as an infant's.

"Oh no, I used too much force after all," Chen Moxuan said with some annoyance.

That was why he didn't want to fight. Since he started practicing the Martial Arts World's techniques, those who sparred with him were either Martial Artists or Transcendents.

He still couldn't gauge what kind of force was appropriate to use against ordinary people.

For example, he could precisely control his force so as not to break an egg, but he didn't know how much force an ordinary person could withstand without fainting.

In short, he had overestimated these Dragon and Tiger Brothers.

Turning his head, Chen Moxuan looked at the male student, who was jaw-dropped and staring blankly, and asked:

"Do you know where Zhang Qing is?"