Chapter 61: The Situation Escalates

  "Three groups of people have been beaten!"

  This cry was very abrupt and thought-provoking, a simple sentence that stirred up the hatred of three groups. It's like saying in two adjacent villages, if someone shouts "Certain village beats people", it will definitely provoke the villagers' collective hatred.

  After this news was released from the cafeteria, three groups of people were beaten and disappeared. The members of the third group were shocked and angry when they heard about it, and they all rushed over here without prior agreement.

  Pan Zhengcheng, who had fallen to the ground in a sorry state, also came back to his senses after a brief daze, and with the strange gazes around him making his face feel scorching hot, his anger value continuously rising and overwhelming all rationality, he got up from the ground with scarlet eyes and charged towards Li Meng.

  He didn't think Li Meng was more powerful than himself, but rather that Li Meng had launched a sneak attack and he hadn't been on guard. Suddenly, Pan Zhengcheng's arms emitted a scorching hot glow, instantly incinerating his sleeves and striking Li Meng with intense energy.

  The combination of fire-based abilities and ancient martial arts is indeed worthy of a member of the Heavenly Group.

  Li Meng didn't dare to be slow, and with a full-fledged punch, he went all out, only without using his hidden strength. As for actual combat experience, he was no longer lacking, but what he lacked was the awareness of his own strength. This was because except for Cheng Wei, he rarely fought with others, especially those of the same age, and feeling that Pan Zhengcheng's punch was extraordinary, he instinctively used the strongest force in his limbs.

  Bang!

  Li Mang took two or three steps back, the ceramic tiles under his feet shattered into large pieces. This was because Li Mang had transferred all the pressure he received to the soles of his feet. At the same time, he also felt that his fists were scorching hot, as if they had been roasted by something.

  Pan Zhengcheng was even worse off, he only felt a huge force coming from Li Mao's fist, and then his body flew backwards, heavily smashing onto a dinner table, the internal energy out of control burning the wooden chairs and tables, thick smoke making the scene even more chaotic.

  "Cheng Ge, are you okay?!"

  Ding Tianhua and others hurried over to help, but were angrily driven away by Pan Zhengcheng, who would rather lie on the ground than be helped. The severe pain in his waist made it difficult for him to get up for a while, and his face turned blue and red.

  Both sides are already surrounded by the audience, but no one comes out to stop them. Instead, they watch with relish, mediating? Who dares to mediate will definitely be beaten up by the crowd. This is a group of people who are bored and can't bear it, how easy is it to have such a wonderful show? It's just like when a group of people are watching the World Cup final, but someone wants to change the channel to watch Korean dramas, it's strange if they don't beat him up.

  "Who dares to hit our three groups of people!"

  Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside, and the crowd automatically made way for a path to let four people with unusual attire walk into the center. There were old and young people, wearing all sorts of strange clothes, including leather shoes and suits, as well as weird Taoist robes, which looked incongruous when they walked together.

  When they saw Pan Zhengcheng still lying on the ground with a slight groan, their faces changed instantly, and the next moment, their anger burst out, obviously already enraged.

  One of the eagle-nosed old men cast his gaze on Li Meng, his originally small eyes narrowing slightly, barely revealing a small slit, and asked in a cold tone: "Young man, are you from Group One or Group Two?"

  In his view, only the first and second groups dare to take action against the third group, and because they are all in the same heavenly group, the competition is fierce, and the relationship between these three groups is not very harmonious, occasionally there will be some small disputes.

  "Group nine!" Li Meng replied calmly.

  “…Hoot!” Before the eagle-nosed old man could come to his senses, a burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd, accompanied by more than a few mocking glances. The people from Group 9 bullied those from Group 3, and no one would say that Group 9 was in the wrong - they would only ridicule Group 3's incompetence. What is Group 9?...Nothing at all.

  What's more, today's incident was witnessed by many spectators. The three groups provoked first, but unexpectedly they themselves suffered losses. This is indeed a big joke in the Yan Huang Academy.

  “……” The originally fierce Eagle Nose old man suddenly lost his momentum upon hearing this, and his old face turned black and red in an instant. His expression changed so quickly that it was hard to believe. It wasn't that there was no one stronger than Pan Zhengcheng in the 9th group, but Li Meng was just a young man, even if he was a few years older, it shouldn't be possible for him to beat Pan Zhengcheng.

  "Rubbish!" The eagle-nosed old man cursed at Pan Zhengcheng, who had just crawled up from the ground, in an attempt to cover up his own embarrassment.

  Pan Zhengcheng, who had just crawled up from the ground, stiffened his face, but didn't dare to get angry, and only said in a low voice: "Mu Lao, this kid has great strength."

  "Hmph!" The eagle-nosed old man, known as Mu Lao, let out a light hum before shifting his gaze back to Li Meng. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Young man, don't think that just because you have some ability, you can bully others. There are many people in the Yan Huang Academy who are stronger than you!"

  "Elder, you may have misunderstood. Just now we were just sparring a bit and accidentally used too much force." Li Mang didn't make any excuses for himself. This wasn't the secular world, but rather the Yan Huang Academy, where truth often wasn't more useful than actual strength. The three of them weren't opponents he could handle at present.

  The Yan Huang Grand Manor has many rules, but the rules are dead, and people are alive. The other party wants to quietly kill him without making a sound. Li Meng doesn't question the other party's ability. Just like this old man in front of him, he guesses that the other party's strength will be above 100 years of cultivation, surpassing Yang Fan! As far as he knows, except for the younger generation, most members of the Tian Group have exceeded 100 years of cultivation.

  How can ants go with elephants to discuss fairness and justice? Ridiculous.

  "Clash!!!" Pan Zhengcheng was furious and laughed back.

  "If it wasn't for your sake, I'd ask this senior to explain the whole story." Li Mang glanced at him and asked indifferently.

  "...Pan Zhengcheng opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't explain it. He was indeed in the wrong today. Moreover, being young and straightforward, he didn't know how to distort the facts."

  "Cheng Ge was looking for you to fight, but you didn't want to, yet you let that child with a natural gift attack Cheng Ge. Naturally, Cheng Ge defended himself, but who would have thought he'd be ambushed by you? Such underhanded tactics are not something an upright person would do!" Ding Tianhua interjected, having been quietly observing from the side.

  "Xiao Huazi is right!" Pan Zhengcheng continued down this step.

  "Young man, what else do you have to explain?" Mu Lao asked in a cold tone. In fact, the little thoughts of Ding Tianhua and Pan Zhengcheng could not deceive him. But after all, they were his own people, so he helped them out of loyalty rather than justice. For him, right or wrong was no longer important.

  Li Mang's heart sank and he didn't continue explaining. He understood that no matter how he explained now, it would be futile. He could only hope that the Yan Huang Discipline Team would arrive soon to intervene and resolve the situation.

  "You're the ones who are lying, you bullied Li Meng first!" The little kid hiding behind Li Meng shouted angrily, he had regained some of his composure but hearing their slander against Li Meng made him get agitated again and couldn't help but come out to accuse them.

  "Would they have fought if it weren't for you?" Ting Tianhua retorted.

  Li Meng blocks the little kid's way, signaling him to shut up, and then teases Ding Tianhua: "Competing with a child, this friend is indeed upright and honest!"

  The sarcastic tone made Tian Hua's teeth ache for a moment.

  "No matter what, it was you who made the first move, and even if the disciplinary committee intervenes today, you must still give an explanation!" Eagle Nose Mu spoke with a resolute attitude, firmly insisting that Xiao Pishi had made the first move, which led to the fight, and thus turned from being passive to taking the initiative.

  Stop that chatty little brat! Li Meng's expressionless face asked: "What instructions do you want to give, Old Man Mu?"

  "First apologize to Pan Zhengcheng, then take a slap from me!" The eagle-nosed old man said his condition without much thought.

  "Whoa..."

  The people around were shocked, and they all looked at the old monster with strange eyes. You, an old monster with a hundred years of cultivation, actually want a young man who has not even cultivated for twenty years to take your move, this is too shameless.

  However, there was still no audience coming forward to stop it, but instead extremely anticipated, with some even wondering how they would die under the old monster's palm.

  "...Li Mang was furious, but he burst out laughing instead. He didn't say anything, just sneered at the other person. It's said that if a person has no shame, they can be invincible. Whether others believe it or not, he doesn't know, but he certainly does!"

  "... Eagle nose Mochizuki's mouth twitched as he sensed being misunderstood, and he hastily added an explanation: "Of course, I won't bully the young with my seniority. I'll suppress my cultivation to twenty years, absolutely no more than that. Otherwise, heaven will strike me down!"

  As soon as he made this vow, the surrounding murmurs stopped, and the crowd turned to look at Li Mang with expectation, waiting for his consent.