Including Zhou Cheng, who had been forcing a smile to maintain his composure.
He gritted his teeth.
"...Is it pride in a theory being refuted worthlessly? Or an arduous creation treated as trash? Or perhaps, just a loser not even worthy of having a na?
Hmm, could it be, all of the above?"
Ji Jue nodded, laughing joyfully, "It's okay, it's normal for a beaten dog to bark and bully children. I can understand, disciples must toil when their master commands!"
He paused, then let out a final regretful sigh, "After all, your elders would probably not dare to even fart in front of my teacher, right?"
Bang!
Across the table, Zhou Cheng could no longer contain his anger, and he slamd his fist down on the table, unleashing a burst of Spiritual Fluctuation, "Ji, you better watch your fucking mouth!"
"Hmm? Did I say sothing inappropriate?"
Ji Jue asked back in confusion, "No need to overreact, after all, to , everyone sitting here is barely even material... do you mind your tone when you talk to scraps?"
"Indeed, that old bastard Professor Ye, raises nothing but mad dogs."
Behind Zhou Cheng, the furious woman trembled with rage, squeezing out through clenched teeth, "Bastards just lack discipline!"
Boom!
Everyone's vision blurred.
As if a flash of silver...
And then, only after hearing two overlapping loud noises amid the spreading gale, the woman had disappeared without a trace, along with the noisy fat man beside her.
They were flung out, slamming into the wall.
Deeply embedded!
Amidst cries of agony, a piercing scream erupted.
Blood spurted crimson.
As dust settled, thick blood sprayed from her face, and in horrified screams, gashes spread from her lips to her cheeks, flesh gruesoly curling.
"Tsk..."
Ji Jue lowered his gaze, looking at the strand of silver drooping from his fingertips, the silver light fine like a thread, its end resembling a fish hook, dangling a chunk of bloody flesh.
He frowned instantly.
After all, it had just been freshly made, no ti to adapt control, and thus it failed in the subtleties.
Initially, he had even thought of slicing off her tongue...
"Ji Jue!!!"
Zhou Cheng, stunned, turned around just in ti to explode in fury, "You dare to make a move here?!"
"I think, at this point, there's no need for further words."
Ji Jue slowly rose to his feet, gesturing, and rcury surged from his toolbox, flowing brilliantly.
He looked around the dead-silent room and finally asked, "Before we proceed and start fighting, let ask once more, does anyone else plan to leave?"
In the brief silence, you could faintly hear soone swallowing.
Many who didn't want to get involved stepped back, or straight up briskly walked out the door, either not wanting to cause trouble or perhaps in a rush to go call for help.
But it didn't matter.
Ji Jue looked at the dozen or so remaining embittered foes, nodding in satisfaction.
What was that saying from Professor Ye?
He glanced towards Zhou Cheng, close at hand.
Suddenly, he broke into a smile.
Zhou Cheng, barely able to react or even open his mouth to spew harsh words,
found Ji Jue had already lunged forward, without any greeting. From the doubled speed of Transcendent Vision, his cold face rapidly enlarged in Zhou's dilating pupils, overshadowing everything.
Without a second thought, he swung his hand!
Slap!
The crisp sound of a slap mixed with the crack of a fractured jawbone.
Zhou Cheng's vision darkened, he staggered, nearly falling, but then Ji Jue grabbed him by the collar, rcilessly throwing him towards the still howling fat man, smashing into his belly like a teorite, causing the fat man's eyes nearly to pop out of their sockets, completely knocking him out.
Then, amid rising dust, Zhou Cheng finally heard a distant voice,
"...Just rembered, 'Endure humiliation to bear a heavy load, to tolerate is to serve the public'!"
Ji Jue smiled warmly, assuring them, "Don't worry, I will definitely teach you this lesson."
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