'So that's it!'
'Brother Wang?'
They were referring to Wang Quan, the genius martial artist in his third year at the academy, with a mid-stage Two-Star cultivation.
It seemed like this was all stirred up by Jiang Lu Wan's admirer—Wang Quan.
If Su Ba had been Jiang Lu Wan's worst backup option, then Wang Quan was the one most likely to become her man.
"Why bother explaining to this useless piece of trash?"
The rat-faced youth shook his head dismissively.
"Yeah!"
The short and stocky youth cracked his neck, making a "creaking" sound before glaring at Su Ba arrogantly.
"Alright, Su Trash, Brother Wang said we should beat you so badly that your own mother wouldn't recognize you. Hey, you..."
"Shut up!"
Before the short and stocky youth could finish speaking, Su Ba's expression turned cold. He channeled all his true essence and suddenly threw a brutal punch, lightning-fast, that landed squarely on the man's mouth!
There was a loud "Bang!" The stocky youth let out a scream as he flew back, several bloody teeth shooting out of his mouth. His body beautifully arced through the air and then crashed heavily to the ground.
"Ah, my mouth! My teeth!"
The short and stocky youth curled on the ground, clutching his mouth and crying in agony.
Su Ba's face remained indifferent as he took slow, steady steps toward the youth on the ground.
In his previous life, Su Ba had been a martial arts master, renowned throughout China—brave, unstoppable!
He built his fame with nothing but his fists, admired by millions!
His martial heart had always been resolute, determined to be the best—no one could stand in his way.
Even if he had transmigrated here with only a fraction of his previous strength, so what?
A true martial arts master would never tolerate such petty provocations!
"Su… Su Trash, you…"
The stocky youth, still trembling on the ground, weakly pointed a finger at Su Ba, his face filled with disbelief.
Rumors said that Su Ba was weak, cowardly, and couldn't even speak up when ridiculed. So why was he suddenly acting so ruthless, throwing a punch without hesitation? Why couldn't he even react in time?
"Trash? Heh."
Su Ba sneered. "Who's the real trash here?"
"Bang!"
A massive foot crashed down, directly onto the stocky youth's forehead. His eyes bulged, but he couldn't even scream—he passed out cold, unable to move.
Su Ba had controlled his strength; otherwise, that kick would've been enough to kill him!
Finally, the rat-faced youth behind them snapped out of his shock.
Seeing his companion lying on the ground, bloodied and unconscious, he looked at Su Ba with disbelief, then pointed a trembling finger at him.
"Su Trash, you actually beat up Brother Wang's men like this? You... You're dead!"
"Dead?"
Su Ba looked up indifferently, staring at the rat-faced youth with no emotion.
"You might... not understand your current situation," Su Ba's voice was cold, like the biting chill of winter.
The rat-faced youth shuddered uncontrollably.
When their eyes locked, the youth felt as though Su Ba's gaze was a cold, endless abyss, as though he was staring directly into the eyes of a ferocious demon.
His scrawny body trembled, and he was gripped by sheer terror.
In the end, his eyes rolled back, and with a final gasp, he passed out from fear.
He was actually so scared that he fainted!
"Heh, weak-willed, and yet he practices martial arts?"
He sneered coldly as he looked at the rat-faced youth who had fainted, shaking his head in amusement.
Then—
"Bang! Bang!"
Su Ba tossed both youths out of the room like dead dogs, their bodies hitting the ground with a thud.
Of course, he had taken all their money as compensation for their attempt to provoke him and for damaging his door.
After casually tidying up the room, Su Ba stepped out, his expression unchanged.