Ding Maoxiong called for two students to carry Zhao Jun away, then stood up and pushed his glasses up his nose. Xiang Ning could tell that this teacher, who had been holding his anger back, was about to play his card. 

“I’ve learned my lesson today. Since Xiang Ning says it’s true combat, Xiong Yuan, it’s your turn!” Ding Maoxiong’s glare was brutal. He was the head teacher of a school, how could he be told what to do by a teenager of barely sixteen? 

“Yes, Head Teacher Ding.” A muscular teenager a foot taller than Xiang Ning walked out, looking intimidating. In his hand was a dagger that glinted coldly. 

“Xiong Yuan of Third School, tier two, one-star martial artist. Please!” 

Fang Rou looked at the dagger with a frown. She turned to Ding Maoxiong and said, “Uncle Ding, is he holding the wrong weapon?” 

“Wrong weapon? No, he isn’t, and didn’t Xiang Ning say this was real combat?” Ding Maoxiong gave a cold chuckle. 

Fang Rou’s pupils constricted, then she hurried over to Xiang Ning. “It’s dangerous, don’t agree to this.” 

Ding Maoxiong smirked when he saw Fang Rou so concerned, then smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Niece Fang, I readied the recovery capsule. But isn’t this what Xiang Ning wanted? Right, Xiang Ning?” 

“Fuck, I’ve heard of this Xiong Yuan guy! Brutal and violent, he never holds back with his opponents. Can’t believe he’s a tier two martial artist already, and he’s holding a real blade too! He’s not giving Xiang Ning any chances!” 

“This old fart is being sly! But who can blame him? Xiang Ning was the one who requested it. He could’ve kept the duel civil, but had to kick the guy and say something so brainless. He really thinks no one can challenge him.” 

But what happened next amused the entire livestream audience. 

“Uncle Ding, I’m afraid you’ve mistaken. I’m afraid I can’t leash Xiang Ning up. Sorry, I mean, I can’t hold him back.” Fang Rou was exasperated, knowing Xiang Ning better than anyone else. With rubber weapons, he would still be reasonable—or civil—but with real weapons, he would act exactly like he had in the wilderness. No one knew why so many people left the wilderness activity—the answer was too violent and bloody. Fang Rou didn’t even want to look at the fights sometimes. 

“Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter here! What did she say? Did Goddess Fang Rou say she can’t leash him up?” 

“What did Xiang Ning do that would make Goddess Fang Rou say such a thing?” 

Xiang Ning rolled his eyes and reached out to pinch her cheek. “I heard that! You don’t have to explain, I understand.” 

When he pinched her cheek, she awkwardly smiled. “No way, you’re mistaken.… Fine, but don’t touch my cheek or it’s going to sag.” 

The audience was speechless. Can they please respect their opponents and the livestream audience? This is combat! They’re storming the school, remember? Especially Ding Maoxiong, who was greatly offended as if they had just made him eat a pile of flies. Was that necessary? This brat wasn’t taking his opponents seriously at all! 

Xiong Yuan watched as the pair joked around and felt a surge of anger. “So, are we fighting?” 

Fury Points +333

Feeling the strange glares of the crowd, Xiang Ning somewhat unwillingly retracted his hand. Her cheek felt good, reminding him of the pig-like twins he fought in the Battle Network. 

“Fang Rou, do you want to see a panda?” 

Fang Rou paused, then cocked her head in confusion. “What?” Why did this feel so familiar? 

“Nothing, just wait here and you’ll see a panda soon.” Xiang Ning grinned and took two steps forward with his iridium sword. 

Her expression changed instantly, recalling the first time Xiang Ning had fought another team. 

Li Zimo was still puzzled. “What panda?” 

This time, Xiang Ning did not wait for his opponent to launch an attack, unleashing his Peak Mastery Triple Slash as his opening move! 

Xiong Yuan had initially been condescending when he saw Xiang Ning charging at him, but when he witnessed the might of the Triple Slash, he was alarmed and instinctively rolled sideways, barely dodging the attack. 

Ding Maoxiong squinted, muttering, “What was that? That was fast for a Triple Slash attack!” 

“I’ve never been afraid of speed!” Xiong Yuan’s footwork suddenly lightened and turned unpredictable. 

Li Zimo whispered, “So that’s why this giant blockhead’s weapon of choice is a dagger, he’s so fast!” 

Although Ding Maoxiong didn’t know how Xiang Ning’s Triple Slash could be so fast, he couldn’t help but smile when Xiong Yuan attacked. Many opponents had met their defeat because Xiong Yuan’s size was deceptive. They thought he was a strength-type, but his specialty was speed! 

With a roar, Xiong Yuan ambushed Xiang Ning with a surprise lunge. A hit would result in serious injury! 

But there were so many weaknesses in Xiang Ning’s eyes! 

The crowd heard the sound of metal hitting something, then saw the dagger thrown high in the air. Their eyes widened—it was unbelievable! 

“How… how is that possible!” Xiong Yuan stumbled a few steps back in disbelief. When Xiang Ning retracted the sword he had slashed diagonally but Xiong Yuan charged at him, unwilling to accept reality. But.… 

“Ahh!” Xiang Ning punched Xiong Yuan in his right eye, causing his head to tilt backward. He struggled to balance himself, but Xiang Ning punched his left eye without so much as a word. 

“Sssss—” 

The crowd drew in a sharp breath, seeing Xiong Yuan punched twice. They could feel the pain in their eyes. When they saw Xiong Yuan’s eyes, they recalled Xiang Ning’s words, their mouths twitching. He really did look like a panda. 

The dagger that had been thrown up in the air suddenly stopped in its tracks, then charged directly at Xiang Ning’s chest from behind. 

Xiang Ning was about to speak when, suddenly, his brows furrowed, his Combat Instinct causing his muscles to tense. In that second, Xiang Ning dodged sideways but he couldn’t entirely avoid the blade. There was a whoosh and the blade punctured Xiang Ning’s arm. 

“Oh! What happened!” 

“Xiong Yuan’s a fucking spiritual cultivator too!” 

When Fang Rou saw Xiang Ning get stabbed, her chest tightened and she was about to rush forward. 

“Don’t come here!” Xiang Ning’s voice echoed. The crowd watched in horror as he gripped the hilt of the dagger and slowly pulled it out bit by bit. He was pulling a blade out without anesthetic, how painful was that? 

When Fang Rou saw him do it, she glared at Ding Maoxiong. “Head Teacher Ding, is this what students of Third School do?” 

“Heh, this was your idea. As long as one side wins, does it matter how they did it? Do beast hordes in the wilderness choose to fight you one on one? You must be joking!” scoffed Ding Maoxiong. 

Ding Maoxiong coldly laughed when he looked at Xiang Ning. Three hundred million dollars! 

“Right, Head Teacher Ding is right!” Xiang Ning looked up. Ding Maoxiong felt like a bucket of ice had just been dumped on his head. Sensing something, Ding Maoxiong yelled, “Xiong Yuan, admit defeat now!”