Chapter 522: Chapter 297: Is This Going to Be a Morality Play?
(I haven’t looked at the book review section for several days now, so go ahead and insult all you want, ←_←. Also, the climax of this volu is coming soon, so I can finally say it officially.)
Rong Cheng approached with an excited face.
“Senior Artwood!”
This was one of the Five Heavenly Kings of the Fighting Club, a true star student and a senior who could represent Dingchuan Academy in inter-campus exchanges.
His strength was undoubtedly formidable!
One could say that Artwood’s arrival was like an adrenaline shot for the mbers of the Fighting Club.
They were eager to show off in front of the helmsman of the Fighting Club, they wanted to show the Thunderstorm Heavenly King what kind of talent they could mold.
Rong Cheng wasn’t familiar with Artwood, but that didn’t stop him from being well-acquainted with the na.
What a great opportunity!
Rong Cheng was secretly thrilled and cast a subtle glance at Kong Xiong next to him.
Kong Xiong was a sophomore, and his boss was none other than Artwood!
The kid had really pulled in so strong support under the radar!
So, looking at it this way, the one who could break the current deadlock had probably truly appeared.
With Artwood’s status and strength, he might be able to completely overrun these folks.
Was the Fighting Club about to expand its accessible resources once more?
With excitent in his eyes, Rong Cheng gestured for Kong Xiong to step forward.
Seeing his own boss, Kong Xiong was also very excited, so he directly approached the young man with the purple pupils.
To the seniors, this scene couldn’t be more normal, but to the onlooking crowd, they were incredibly curious about this young man.
“Who exactly is he?”
The sa question surfaced in every newcor’s heart.
Finally, after Rong Cheng let out a hearty laugh, people heard the title he used.
“Being able to et one of the pillars of the Fighting Club, one of the Five Heavenly Kings, the Thunderstorm Heavenly King, Senior Artwood, is an honor for , Rong Cheng!”
The Five Heavenly Kings of the Fighting Departnt.
Were they referring to the young man right before their eyes?
The new students, unsure about which club to join, had fiery looks in their eyes.
Mu Fan didn’t make a move, so the people behind him didn’t do anything either.
Apart from Bing Su, who as a sophomore, knew of Artwood’s renown, the others showed no reaction whatsoever.
Perhaps they didn’t yet realize the terror of this person…
The worry in Bing Su’s eyes deepened.
White Hair looked curiously at the chubby kid next to him.
Harry’s eyes sparkled with fury, his teeth chattering as he gnawed.
He fixed his glare on the youth who was slowly approaching… and the person next to him!
Yes, he was not looking at Artwood but at Feng Xin who followed behind Artwood!
The chubby kid would never forget that face in four years ti.
The person who had repeatedly slapped his face, swollen it, and beaten him to the point of vomiting blood was Feng Xin!
But in the end, it was Mu Fan who had snapped his fingers right in front of him, and the person who appeared afterward was Artwood.
It was them again!
The hate in the chubby kid’s eyes was unmistakable.
The timid chubby kid was always vengeful, and now that they had shown up again, he was determined to fight these people even if he was beaten down once more.
And in his hand, he still held the photo of the opponent swollen and lying on the ground, ready to throw out this “killing device” if the situation turned dire.
Feng Xin’s fingers were wrapped in white bandages, but as he walked, his steps were vigorous, and there was no sign of injury at all.
Following Artwood’s gaze, he also saw Mu Fan.
Initially, hatred flashed in his eyes, then joy, and finally, he lowered his head.
His hand had just healed, and the culprit was that young man in black, but he dared not curse out loud.
Only he understood that man’s brutality.
However, given the current situation, the elite from the Fighting Club had followed him here.
So… heh heh, you’ll get what’s coming to you!
Artwood was now the boss on the scene, patiently awaiting orders from his own leader.
Artwood’s gaze finally moved away from Mu Fan,
Looking at Kong Xiong, whose face was filled with anticipation.
Everyone in the venue was watching this scene as well…
They were eager to see what would happen next.
A campus brawl involving more than two hundred people?
And it was a thrilling showdown between the Fighting Club and the special recruitnt students?
“Boss, you’ve arrived just in ti. Those freshn are too arrogant, how should we handle them?” Kong Xiong first gave Rong Cheng a look to signal that he would speak, then with a smile creeping onto his face, he approached.
Artwood ca to a stop, not acknowledging the greeting that Rong Cheng had just given him.
Instead, he gazed at one of his key subordinates and asked plainly, “Why did you leave the recruitnt station?”
Huh!?
Eh?
That wasn’t the response anyone was expecting from Artwood.
Kong Xiong and Rong Cheng both didn’t anticipate it.
Clearly reinforcents had arrived, so why ask such a question?
Kong Xiong, as brawny as he was, seed like a re chick in front of Artwood. He didn’t dare defy his boss’s wishes. His eyes surreptitiously flicked towards Rong Cheng, considering the benefits that Rong Cheng had promised him, his heart was still ablaze with greed.
“Isn’t it because Young Master Rong needed manpower here, and also because our people were attacked?”
Artwood’s purple pupils swept over Rong Cheng once more, still not acknowledging the other’s attempt to ingratiate. His response was cold and concise, “Go back.”
“But, they just insulted the Fighting Club…”
“Go back.” His tone was just as indifferent, brooking no discussion, and carried a hint of impatience.
Kong Xiong was stunned. What was going on with their boss?
With everyone here, all it would take to settle this situation was to quell the others and then rough up that young man in black to end it all.
“But…”
Recalling the benefits Rong Cheng had offered, if he only thought of staying on Blue Capital Star after graduation, Rong Cheng would be an indispensable support. Thus, he mustered up the courage to speak again.
However, just as he barely began to say “but,” Artwood suddenly lifted a foot and viciously kicked out.
The kick was so swift it left afterimages, and before Kong Xiong’s body could lean back more than ten centiters, the kick landed heavily on his stomach.
The disparity in strength was stark—Kong Xiong emitted a pained howl from his throat as he was sent flying five ters through the air before crashing down hard.
The person in charge of recruiting for the Fighting Club, who arrived with an unrivaled attitude leading a hundred or so Fighting Club mbers, now lay with arms extended, trembling, unable to prop himself up.
Evidently, the kick had been incredibly fierce.
The change in the scene happened so rapidly it short-circuited everyone’s brains.
White Hair, who had a typically aloof expression, was utterly dumbfounded: “Holy shit, is this turning into a soap opera?”
Beside him, Feng Xin, who had been excitedly ready to call for a fight, felt a jolt of electricity down his spine. He shuddered and quickly lowered his head to hide the shock in his eyes.
What was wrong with the boss?
Yeah, what was going on with Senior Artwood?
That was what everyone wanted to know now!
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