80: Chapter 80 Tonight, the four of us need to have a good talk!

The three men's expressions were filled with horror. Before they could even recover their senses, they were locked onto by Principal Pang Ban's aura and forcibly pressed down into a kneeling row.

At this moment, Principal Pang Ban stood with his back to the moonlight. That old face, twisted with rage, looked even more welcoming to the three of them than the King of Hell—welcoming enough that he wanted to send them on their way.

Principal Pang Ban walked up to the fattest one, Tian Peng.

Tian Peng lifted his head, trembling, still wanting to beg for mercy: "Big... Big Brother... We were wrong... We shouldn't have stolen..."

"Slap!!!" A sound, crisp to the extreme, like a firecracker exploding, brutally interrupted Tian Peng's words.

Principal Pang Ban swung his arm in a full arc, landing a solid, heavy slap across Tian Peng's fat-filled face.

This slap was delivered in anger, without holding back in the slightest!

Tian Peng's two-hundred-plus-pound body was actually sent spinning three hundred and sixty degrees on the spot by this slap. The fat on his face trembled violently like waves, and two molars, mixed with blood, flew two meters away!

"Aooo!!!" Tian Peng let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

Principal Pang Ban gave him no chance to catch his breath, following up with an even louder backhanded slap: "Slap!!!"

"Stealing? Is this just about stealing?"

"Wanting to drink soup, huh?"

"Slap!"

"Don't know how to act human, huh?"

"Slap!"

"Still want to chop me into eight pieces, huh?"

With every question, Principal Pang Ban landed a fierce slap. He swung left and right, with a strong sense of rhythm!

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

In just a few seconds, Tian Peng's already fat face swelled up like a leavened bun, so swollen that his eyes couldn't even be found.

After finishing with the eldest, Principal Pang Ban strode over to the second one, Tian Shou.

Watching his big brother's miserable state, Tian Shou was scared out of his wits, his crotch instantly soaking wet: "Don't... don't hit me... I have pickled vegetables... I won't drink the soup anymore..."

"Pickled vegetables?"

Principal Pang Ban's eyes widened, and he laughed out of extreme anger: "You dare mention pickled vegetables?"

"Want to put pickled vegetables in my soup, huh? Want to treat me as a side dish for your liquor, huh?"

"Slap!!!"

This slap sent Tian Shou reeling with stars in his eyes, his whole body falling backward, only to be dragged back by his collar by Principal Pang Ban.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

"I'll give you pickled vegetables! I'll give you delicious!"

"I'm this old, and you dare to target me?"

Finally, Principal Pang Ban stood before the third one, Tian Yan. This guy had just said he wanted to write on the wall to humiliate him?

Tian Yan's glasses were already broken, and he was squinting and shivering, trying to cover his face with his hands: "Big Brother... don't hit my face... I make a living with my face..."

"Make a living with your face? I think you have no shame!" Principal Pang Ban pulled his hands away, the pressure coming from a Grandmaster leaving Tian Yan unable to move.

"The taste is average, huh?"

"Slap!"

"Trying to piss me off, huh?"

"Slap!"

"Still want to leave a message as a souvenir, huh?"

"Slap!!!"

This slap was the most vicious, sending Tian Yan flipping through the air, landing face-first, and completely knocking him unconscious.

...

Three minutes later.

In the back garden, the trio that had originally looked somewhat human had now completely turned into three freshly baked pig heads.

They knelt on the ground, their faces swollen and shiny, blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, their eyes unfocused; they had been completely beaten into a daze.

But their hearts were collapsed and filled with grievance:

The trio's inner thoughts:

"Wuwuwu... Is this school's security guard too ruthless?"

"We just wanted to steal a turtle, right? Is it worth getting this angry?"

"Is that turtle his biological father? How can every sentence be about that turtle?"

"Too brutal! This Magic City Martial Arts University is too brutal! I want to go home! I want to find my mommy!"

The next second.

Principal Pang Ban appeared above the three of them as if teleporting. That withered, large hand turned into a shadow that blotted out the sky, carrying the power of a landslide, and pressed down fiercely!

"Get down... on your knees!!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three uniform, extremely dull, loud noises.

Tian Peng, Tian Shou, and Tian Yan, these three elite backbone members of the Wusheng Divine Sect, didn't even have time to let out a groan.

They were like three nails struck by a giant hammer.

Their heads were forced into the moist, soft soil of the back garden by Principal Pang's iron-pincer-like hand!

Because of the excessive force, half their bodies were even buried inside!

The three people lay side by side, neatly arranged on the ground, forming a standard " river" character. Only three pairs of Legs, still twitching constantly, proved they were still alive.

The world was finally quiet.

Principal Pang Ban stood behind the three, his chest heaving violently, the air he exhaled carrying sparks.

"Caught them..."

"Finally caught them..."

"Tonight, the four of us need to have a good talk!"

...

Class F, Dorm 201.

The night was like water, and the snoring was like thunder. Jiang You was lying on that bed barely kept alive by duct tape, sleeping in a state of total oblivion.

In his dream, he was sitting in a sports car made entirely of ham sausages, preparing to participate in tomorrow's big eater competition. However, his body "clocked in" right on time at this moment.

[Internal Chat Group (Pre-battle Mobilization Meeting)]

[Brain (Adjusting non-existent glasses, tone solemn)]: "Everyone wake up, stop sleeping."

"According to intelligence from that female devil Teacher Shen Qing, we are setting off for the Mist Swamp early tomorrow morning."

"That is an S-rank Otherworldly Fragment. Although it has been cleared by humans, it is still full of unknown risks and delicacies."

"To ensure tomorrow's restocking... oh no, special training goes smoothly, we must do our final equipment check and warm-up exercises tonight."

[Kidneys (Excitedly lighting up a red light)]: "Agreed! Must warm up!"

"I feel like my energy tank is already starving! I heard that spiritual energy is floating in the air over there!"

[Legs (Kicking a leg in the blanket)]: "Let's go, let's go! I've been lying here until I'm stiff! Tonight I'm going to the sports field to run fifty kilometers to help get in the mood!"

[Right Hand (Clenching a fist, joints cracking)]: "Don't rush. To do a good job, one must sharpen their tools first."

"Are we missing a handy weapon?"

"That stool leg last time was too brittle; it wasn't enough for me to unleash my full potential."

[Brain]: "Right Hand has a point. We've been fighting people empty-handed, acting like little hoodlums, which doesn't fit our noble status!"

"I remember we swiped a stick from the Thunder Forbidden Zone before. The energy reaction is extremely high, and the hardness is S-rank."

"It seems the Slacker Ruler put it on the balcony..."

In reality.

Jiang You's originally limp body suddenly sprang up straight as if wound up like a spring. With his eyes closed, he walked to the balcony with stiff but precise movements.

Under the moonlight, that S-rank natural treasure that once shook the world—the zixiao thunder bamboo—was lying quietly across two clothes hangers.

However, its image at this moment was a bit... unseemly.

Because it was covered in clothes Jiang You had just washed. On the left was a pair of boxer shorts printed with Patrick Star laughing with his mouth wide open; on the right was a T-shirt that read "The Hope of the Whole Village," and mixed in the middle were a few pairs of socks of various colors.

The legendary S-rank natural treasure had actually been reduced to a clothes drying rack, even emitting a faint smell of laundry detergent.

zixiao thunder bamboo: "If I had known, I would have let myself rot in the ground!!!"

[Right Hand (Heartbroken)]: "A waste of heavenly treasures! Simply a waste of heavenly treasures!"

"Such a divine weapon, actually hanging this kind of... this kind of childish clothing?"

"Get off!"

"Whoosh—"

Jiang You's arm swung violently.

He grabbed the zixiao thunder bamboo in his hand and gave it a shake.

The Patrick Star underwear, socks, and T-shirt on it were flung off like rain, "pat-pat-pat" falling mercilessly onto the dusty balcony floor.

Immediately after.

Jiang You twisted his wrist, and the zixiao thunder bamboo in his hand traced a purple afterimage in the air, emitting a sharp "hum" as it cut through the air. Lightning faintly pulsed on the bamboo nodes.