Du Zizun didn’t know what Bi Xia ant by these words. He was initially taken aback, and then realized the small hands touching his neck started to exert force. The pressure under the hands began to intensify, gradually making it impossible to breathe, and the feeling of suffocation soon followed.
He couldn’t help but try to pry Bi Xia’s hands away, attempting to remove the seemingly delicate hands, but they were like they were fixed in place on his neck and wouldn’t budge.
The air was becoming scarcer, the pressure on his neck tighter. Du Zizun’s eyes widened as his body started to weaken and collapse to the ground, taking deep breaths attempting to draw in more fresh air. But upon eting the eyes of Bi Xia, emotionless and looking at him like an ant, he seed to forget how to breathe.
Du Han didn’t expect Bi Xia to be so ruthless, and he was shocked, anxious, and about to rush onto the arena, but ng Chi, Ye Xiao, and several coaches stopped him.
Ye Kai ca to Du Han’s side, his expression solemn, "Old Du, don’t interfere in the youngsters’ affairs."
Mr. Wang, who had been with Du Han for years stepped forward, seriously saying, "Captain, forgive for being blunt, but if you can’t manage Zizun, don’t stop others from teaching him a lesson. This is sothing he needs to go through."
"That’s right, Captain," Hu Zi was a straightforward person, he said in his rough voice, "Zizun relies on having learned so skills from you, and because of your face, we don’t hold grudges against him. He has beco reckless. If it’s not corrected, eventually his temper will cause him great loss."
ng Chi looked at Du Han’s hesitation and smiled slightly, "Captain Du, rest assured, the boss always knows better than any of us. Moreover, letting Du Zizun suffer under boss’s hands is better than getting into real trouble later and risking his life."
ng Chi’s words stopped Du Han’s movent. He opened his mouth, watching Du Zizun on the stage, who was beginning to whimper and convulse, hardened his heart and turned his back.
With Du Han quieted down, ng Chi and the others exchanged a look, simultaneously turning their gaze to Bi Xia.
At this mont, Du Zizun felt as if a pair of large hands were tightly squeezing his heart, gradually pressing it to make him unable to sense any air. That feeling of impending death was right in front of him. He was pained, uncomfortable, he... was afraid.
Bi Xia squatted beside Du Zizun, listening lightly to his whimpering, quietly watching him struggle. When he saw Du Zizun’s eyes start to roll back, Bi Xia abruptly released his hands.
As the pressure on the neck disappeared, air began to flow into the windpipe. Du Zizun greedily breathed the air like a smoker might, at this mont paying no attention to the toughness he had shown to Bi Xia earlier. Having experienced near death, he deeply understood its terrifying nature.
Bi Xia looked down at Du Zizun, then slowly raised his eyes to the new trainees standing behind him, leisurely arranging his athletic wear before putting on his cap again. If not for witnessing the youth’s near act of deadly violence earlier, everyone would nearly think he was just an excessively attractive clean-looking young man.
After a while, the youth suddenly chuckled, the laughter cold and indifferent, his star-like eyes absent of any emotion as he looked at everyone, finally settling on Du Zizun.
"Du Zizun, you just talked to about respecting power. Do you think now, in front of , that you are still a strong person?"
"Or rather..." Bi Xia narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you know what it ans to be strong?"
"Not even able to face death with courage, only shouting about how great and aweso you are. Let tell you, that is not strength, that is just the posturing of a pathetic boastful coward!"
"Such a person doesn’t even qualify as a weakling!"
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