"Not good, that Huang kid might get hurt. Should I step in?"

Old Hu was ready to throw the chalkboard eraser in his hand.

Suddenly, he saw Huang Ye puffing out his chest to meet the incoming punch. Was he not afraid? Better to watch and see.

As long as it doesn't hit the head, it's fine. If he gets knocked silly, my plans will be ruined.

"Bang!" A sound echoed, followed by a miserable "Ah!" and the cracking sound of bones breaking.

Everyone thought, it's over, he couldn't withstand it this time, surely he's crippled.

Serves him right for showing off; those who show off die quickly.

Many people closed their eyes, not daring to witness the bloody scene.

It wasn't until they heard gasps of surprise that they opened their eyes, joining in the astonishment.

The expected scene didn't appear; Huang Ye was still standing there.

Where was Jiang Biao? They hurriedly looked around.

They saw Jiang Biao lying on the ground ten meters away, sweat the size of beans dripping from his forehead.

His face was twisted and deformed, the horizontal flesh on his face turning vertical.

Looking at his arm, it was hanging limply.

Damn, no way, with that posture, his arm must be broken. What exactly happened just now?

The entire lecture hall was silent, everyone with their mouths agape, so wide they couldn't even utter an "Ah!"

The scene had overturned their understanding; a person, just by taking a hit, had managed to shatter the opponent's arm. How did he train such resilience?

If they asked Huang Ye, he would tell them about the Bull's Third Law: the force of action is mutual.

Old Hu also had his mouth wide open, staring at Huang Ye in shock. He thought it was already impressive for Huang Ye to withstand the blow, and he might even cough up blood.

He had seen the scene clearly just now; Jiang Biao hit Huang Ye's chest and was instantly sent flying, while Huang Ye took a step forward.

The toughness of this body was terrifying, indicating that Huang Ye was using the bones and muscles of his chest as a weapon to attack.

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But the bones and muscles of the chest are much weaker than the arms. This situation showed that Huang Ye's strength far exceeded Jiang Biao's, at least at the peak of the Martial Master level.

Huang Ye was quite satisfied with this outcome; spending two hours every day crashing into trees in the dense forest wasn't for nothing.

Now every part of his body could be used for attack; he was more like a heavy tank, sweeping through without firing a shot, just by crushing.

Now, only Jiang Biao was howling in the hall, not out of anger, but in pain.

His lackeys were trembling uncontrollably, even forgetting to help Jiang Biao.

One of them went weak at the knees and collapsed to the ground.

Zhou Kun, who was still half-lying on the ground, had watched the show for a stick of incense's time. He wanted to get up but decided to pretend to faint and lay back down.

Huang Ye dusted off his chest and casually walked over to Jiang Biao.

"Jiang, have you had enough?"

"If not, you can continue. It's been a while since someone hit me like this; it feels quite refreshing."

Jiang Biao glared venomously at Huang Ye. As Huang Ye lifted his foot, Jiang Biao cried out, "Mama!" and, ignoring the pain of his broken arm, flipped over forcefully.

Another scream followed, with sweat pouring down like rain, and the venomous look in his eyes vanished, leaving only fear.

He was utterly terrified of this demon, a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

He had used his family's secret technique to berserk his body, a punch even a Martial King wouldn't dare to take head-on.

But this kid not only took it but also shattered his hand bones, broke his arm, and sent him flying.

He felt like he had hit an iron plate, while he was as weak as a toothpick, not even in the same league.

Huang Ye patted his pants leg, looking at him disdainfully.

"Look at you, I was just dusting off my pants, why so nervous?"

"Seems like you've had enough. Since you're tired, I'll head to class. Can't miss Instructor Hu's lesson."

Jiang Biao was in so much pain his teeth were about to shatter. Though he was scared, he still had some pride. After screaming for a while, he was now gritting his teeth.

He understood he had underestimated Huang Ye. If Huang Ye had attacked, he wouldn't have been able to withstand a single move.

"Alright, you're strong. I'll remember this grudge for my broken arm."

Jiang Biao left a harsh remark, but didn't dare say more, fearing Huang Ye might actually make a move. He said it for the sake of saving face.

Huang Ye sneered, this kid was still acting tough. If it weren't for wanting to train his body, he would have turned him into a pighead by now.

"Remember it well, feel free to come find me anytime."

With that, he lifted his foot again. Jiang Biao, thinking his harsh words had angered him, quickly rolled to the side, further tormenting his broken arm.

With a scream, he fainted.

"Wow! Didn't expect you to have a penchant for self-harm, truly admirable. My apologies."

Huang Ye stepped into the lecture hall, suddenly noticing Red Sister staring at him dumbfounded. He walked over with a smile.

"Mama!" Red Sister shrieked, quickly diving under the table.

"Come out!" Huang Ye said in a calm tone.

"Master Huang, Little Red knows her mistake. Little Red won't dare mock you again, Little Red won't come out."

Damn, with your build, you're still Little Red? More like Pig Red.

He grabbed Pig Red by the collar and yanked her out, delivering four slaps to her face.

Red Sister's face, which already resembled a pig's head, now fully transformed into one.

Leaving her behind, he said coldly:

"I despise female bullies. Women should adhere to the three obediences and four virtues. If you dare bully others again, that bear outside will be your example."

"Master Huang, Little Red won't dare anymore, never again." Red Sister quickly knelt, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"Listen well in class. This fine academy has been turned into a mess by you all, a bunch of trash."

With that, he found a seat and sat down.

Suddenly, a voice came to his ear, "Kid, impressive!"

Looking towards the back of the hall, Old Hu was watching him, giving a thumbs up.

Old Hu must have used a secret voice transmission technique, only he could hear it. Too bad he couldn't reply, otherwise, he'd say, "Piece of cake, just a drizzle."

Old Hu retracted his thumb, this little rascal. He had told him to hold back a bit, and he simply didn't make a move, leaving no room for criticism. Damn, he's a talent.

Seeing Huang Ye enter the lecture hall, the lackeys hurriedly ran to Jiang Biao's side.

"What should we do?"

"Boss is unconscious now, let's carry him to the medical class and have Instructor Qin take a look."

"Sounds good."

As soon as they moved him, Jiang Biao woke up from the pain.

"Boss, we'll take you to the medical class to see Instructor Qin."

"No need, take me to my uncle first, let him have a look."

They hurriedly lifted Jiang Biao, leaving the lecture hall amidst his constant cries.

Zhou Kun, who was still lying there, quickly got up and followed. He didn't dare run; if he escaped, he couldn't bear Jiang Biao's wrath.

Now the entire lecture hall was silent, everyone staring straight ahead, not daring to look or speak.

Huang Ye hadn't even touched Jiang Biao, yet he had shattered Jiang Biao's arm.

In their eyes, Huang Ye was already synonymous with a demon, afraid that if they made a wrong move, they'd be dragged off by Huang Ye to be beaten.

Old Hu walked out from the inner hall with a smile.

He murmured softly, "Today's class atmosphere is great, silent as the grave. Let's begin today's lesson."