3: Chapter 3 S-Rank Genius Zhao Kuang, A Revenge for a Single Punch

"Who are you calling a dog?!"

Liu Ruyan was trembling with rage; never in her life had she been humiliated like this in public.

Before she could lash out, a suffocating, scorching heatwave suddenly swept in from the edge of the crowd.

"Su Chen, since you're a piece of trash, is all you can do is hide behind others and talk big?"

Accompanied by an extremely arrogant male voice, the crowd on the perimeter was forcibly pushed aside by an overwhelmingly domineering heat.

The students covered their faces and retreated repeatedly, fearing they would be scorched by the heatwave.

A handsome boy wearing a pure white martial arts uniform strode forward.

He was surrounded by dazzling dark golden flames, and even the air was visibly distorted under the terrifying heat.

It was none other than the only top Prodigy in this year's cohort to awaken an S-Grade Talent — Zhao Kuang.

Seeing Zhao Kuang appear, the livid expression on Liu Ruyan's face instantly melted into grievance as she hurried to meet him: "Young Master Zhao, you're here."

Zhao Kuang very naturally shielded Liu Ruyan behind him, looking down at Su Chen and Jiang Feng opposite them.

"Ruyan, why get angry at sewer rats like these? It only lowers your status for nothing."

Zhao Kuang toyed with a cluster of golden flames at his fingertips, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth as he turned his gaze to Jiang Feng.

"Fatty, which hand did you use to push Ruyan just now? Break it yourself. And you, Su Chen."

Zhao Kuang's finger pointed to the shredded paper on the ground, his tone an unquestionable command: "Kneel down and lick these paper scraps clean with your tongue. I'm in a good mood today; do these two things, and I might spare your lives."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.

A few of Liu Ruyan's close friends looked at Zhao Kuang with stars in their eyes, and the surrounding students didn't even dare to breathe.

This was the pressure of an S-Grade Genius!

In this world, high-level Martial Artists possessed all the privileges.

The Zhao family behind Zhao Kuang was one of the top financial conglomerates in Jiangnan City; if they really crippled two commoner students at school, they would at most pay a little money to settle it.

"Cut the crap!"

Jiang Feng was already furious, and upon hearing this, his small eyes instantly widened.

"Is S-Grade so amazing? I just awakened A-Rank today, and I'm just looking for someone to practice on! Come on!"

"Boom!"

Jiang Feng roared, his Qi and blood instantly surging in reverse.

His already massive body expanded another circle, and a thick, earthy-yellow halo emerged on the surface of his body.

Vaguely, the phantom of a Titan Giant Bear standing upright roared behind him.

He did not retreat, but instead swung his fist, which was the size of a sand pot, and smashed it fiercely towards Zhao Kuang's face with a dull sonic boom.

"Overestimating your capabilities."

Facing Jiang Feng's violent strike, Zhao Kuang didn't even move a step, his eyes filled with thick mockery.

"Today I'll give you a free lesson, so you know that even as both newly awakened Martial Apprentices, the gap between a poor wretch and a noble family is a chasm you'll never be able to cross in this lifetime!"

Zhao Kuang suddenly raised his right hand.

He didn't use any complex Martial Skill at all; he simply opened his five fingers and pushed forward casually.

"Radiant Gold Flame."

A solid-looking pillar of golden fire erupted from his palm, colliding head-on with Jiang Feng's Titan Giant Bear fist.

The moment the two made contact, there was no evenly matched standoff, only a one-sided crushing.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss."

Jiang Feng's proud A-Rank earthy-yellow defensive halo didn't even last half a second before the golden flames burned right through it!

"Ah!"

Jiang Feng let out a shrill scream.

His massive body was hit head-on as if by a heavy truck traveling at full speed; his feet left the ground, and he flew backward seven or eight meters.

"Bang!"

Jiang Feng slammed heavily onto the plastic track, creating a crater.

The martial arts uniform on his chest had completely turned to ash, and large patches of his skin and flesh were scorched black and curled, with a pungent smell of burnt flesh filling the air.

He curled up on the ground in pain, violently spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with bits of internal organs, and passed out instantly.

Just one move.

Jiang Feng, who had just awakened an A-Rank Talent, was miserably defeated! Critically injured and on the verge of death!

The sound of gasps echoed across the playground.

"Too terrifying..."

"This is the Foundation of a noble family! Zhao Kuang has been bathing in high-level Vicious Beast essence and blood since he was a child, and eating top-grade Qi and blood pills.

His base Qi and blood value reached the Martial Artist level long ago; even without using his talent, he could slap Jiang Feng to death!"

"That fatty is done for.

Not to mention his broken sternum, the fire poison from the S-Grade flame has already invaded his internal organs—even gods couldn't save him."

Zhao Kuang slowly retracted his hand, flicked dust that didn't exist off his cuff, and sneered: "I thought he would be more durable, but it turns out he couldn't even take one-tenth of my Qi and blood.

With only this much strength, he dares to stand up for someone?"

His gaze was vicious as he raised his foot and strode towards Jiang Feng, who had fallen to the ground.

"I said I wanted one of your hands.

Since you didn't break it yourself just now, I'll be a good person and finish the job, and while I'm at it, I'll cripple your Martial Foundation too!"

Zhao Kuang's right leg was instantly enveloped by golden flames, and he stomped down mercilessly, aiming for Jiang Feng's Dantian!

If this kick landed, Jiang Feng would be a cripple lying in bed for the rest of his life.

Just as the sole of his shoe was less than half a foot from Jiang Feng's body, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and steadily rested on Zhao Kuang's ankle.

There was no light of spiritual energy, nor was there an explosion of Qi and blood.

It was just an ordinary-looking hand, yet it held on like iron pliers, forcibly stopping Zhao Kuang's kick, which carried the force of ten thousand jun, in mid-air, unable to press down even a fraction further.

Zhao Kuang was stunned.

He followed the hand and looked up.

Su Chen was standing in front of him, having appeared out of nowhere.

The surrounding temperature was very high; the Radiant Gold Flame was still burning on Zhao Kuang's leg, frantically scorching the back of Su Chen's hand and making a "sizzling" sound.

But Su Chen seemed not to feel any pain.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Kuang.

Their eyes met.

In that instant, Zhao Kuang's pupils contracted to the extreme.

What kind of eyes did he see?

The machine judged it to be an F-Rank "Red Eye".

But at this moment, in the depths of those scarlet eyes, there was no rage, no hysteria, and certainly not a shred of fear.

All there was, was endless coldness.

It was like a bottomless, dry well, like a peerless Vicious Beast that had just awakened from an ancient abyss and was quietly watching its prey.

There were no superfluous emotions, only the purest, most extreme, and solidified intent to kill!

Zhao Kuang's heart skipped a beat.

A bone-chilling cold that could not be described in words surged from his tailbone straight to his crown.

The Radiant Gold Flame on his leg actually flickered violently under this invisible pressure, almost extinguishing.

His body stiffened.

This was the absolute Bloodline suppression of a top predator over a bottom-tier creature!

Although Su Chen's System had not yet finished loading, and he hadn't completely fused with his cheat, this embryonic form of the "Supreme of All Worlds" will was already something that a mere high school student with an S-Grade Talent could not withstand.

Zhao Kuang found that he couldn't move.

His throat was dry, and he wanted to open his mouth to mock him, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

He even had an illusion: as long as he dared to move even half an inch forward, this "trash" with no spiritual energy in front of him would immediately twist his head off!

Su Chen looked at Zhao Kuang, who was frozen in place, and didn't speak.

He released his hand, letting Zhao Kuang stumble back half a step.

Then, Su Chen turned around, bent down, and very gently supported Jiang Feng's back, steadily carrying his two-hundred-plus-pound best friend on his back.

Blood instantly stained Su Chen's back red, but he didn't even frown.

Carrying Jiang Feng, Su Chen turned and walked towards the outside of the playground.

When passing by Zhao Kuang, Su Chen's footsteps paused.

He turned his head slightly and spoke in a low voice close to his ear, at a volume only Zhao Kuang could hear.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a bone-chilling coldness.

"Your head, keep it on your neck for now."

"One month later, at the college entrance exam combat test, I will come to collect it myself."

With that, Su Chen didn't linger, carried Jiang Feng on his back, and without looking back, walked through the parting crowd and strode out of the playground.

It wasn't until Su Chen's back completely disappeared at the end of his line of sight that Zhao Kuang gasped sharply, like a drowning person suddenly surfacing, and began to pant heavily.

He looked down and found his palms were full of cold sweat, and even his calves were trembling uncontrollably.

"Young Master Zhao, are you okay?"

Liu Ruyan stepped forward, looking at Zhao Kuang's pale face with some confusion.

"Get lost!"

Zhao Kuang suddenly pushed Liu Ruyan away, his face instantly turning purple-red.

Humiliation.

An extreme sense of humiliation gnawed at his nerves like a venomous snake.

He, a dignified S-Grade Genius and the heir to the number one financial conglomerate in Jiangnan City, was actually scared by a single look from an F-Rank piece of trash?

Even scared to the point where he didn't dare to move?!

"Su Chen..."

Zhao Kuang stared fixedly at the direction of the playground gate, gritting his teeth, his features twisted to the point of being ferocious.

"College entrance exam combat test, right? Good! Very good!"

"If I don't break your bones one by one and make you kneel at my feet and howl like a dog, then I'm not surnamed Zhao!"