Chapter 283
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Shang Tianque’s expression froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He met Ye Wushuang’s punch head-on, clenching his palm tightly as the spiritual energy within him surged forth. With a fierce swing, he thrust his fist directly at Ye Wushuang.
**Thud…**
A deep, resonant sound of impact echoed through the air.
But in the next instant, Shang Tianque realized that the power radiating from Ye Wushuang, who stood before him, was far beyond that of a mere first-level Condensation Meridian cultivator. It was almost on par with that of a third-level cultivator.
In that fleeting moment, Shang Tianque felt the force of Ye Wushuang’s punch surge into his palm, causing his bones to shatter on the spot.
**Crack… Crack… Crack…**
Suddenly, his entire arm exploded into a cloud of dust.
**”Ahhhh…”**
A blood-curdling scream pierced the air.
Shang Tianque clutched his shattered shoulder with his other hand, his face pale and twisted in agony. He glared at Ye Wushuang and roared, “You bastard, you’re asking for death! Do you know who I am?”
“I couldn’t care less who you are…” Ye Wushuang replied with a smile. “My friend offended you, and I’m willing to compensate you with spiritual stones. But if you hit someone, you should expect to pay the price, right?”
“You…” Shang Tianque’s words were cut short as Ye Wushuang swiftly closed the distance between them. With lightning speed, Ye Wushuang grabbed his other arm, lifted it up, and delivered a powerful kick.
**Thud…**
Shang Tianque couldn’t even get a word out before he was sent crashing to the ground with a punch to the abdomen.
Ye Wushuang now stood over him, holding his arm and pressing a foot firmly on his back. “Apologize,” he said with a grin.
Ye Wushuang’s actions were decisive and ruthless. Shang Tianque had no chance to resist. Lying face down on the ground, his mouth filled with blood, he roared, “Make me apologize? You’re dreaming!”
Ye Wushuang’s smile widened as he applied more pressure with his foot, causing the sound of cracking bones to fill the air.
Shang Tianque’s spine creaked and groaned under the pressure, his face turning even paler as he screamed in pain. “I apologize, I apologize.”
Turning to the father and son, Qing Zhonghao and Qing Chengtian, Shang Tianque pleaded, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t want the spiritual stones anymore, I don’t want them.”
With a flick of his hand, Ye Wushuang summoned the hundred-thousand spiritual stone voucher back to his grasp. “You’re the one who said it. I didn’t force you.”
At that moment, Shang Tianque’s heart was filled with burning rage. Who did this person think he was? How dare he treat a descendant of the Shang clan so openly and without fear of consequences?
“Oh, right,” Ye Wushuang said with a smile. “My name is Ye Wushuang. I’m also a new student entering the academy this time. If you want revenge, feel free to come at me anytime.”
He squatted down, looking directly into Shang Tianque’s eyes and sneered, “I heard that after the registration ends, there’s a one-month trial for the new students on Lingyun Mountain. Your Shang clan has more than just you entering Qingyun Academy, right?”
“Don’t forget to use your connections to have them come after me.”
Gazing at Ye Wushuang’s smile, so close and menacing, Shang Tianque felt a chill run down his spine. Who on earth was this person?
“What’s going on? What’s happening?” At that moment, a group of people emerged from the academy’s main gate.
Leading the group were several mentors dressed in the robes of Qingyun Academy. The man at the front, who appeared somewhat thin, furrowed his brow in evident displeasure as he took in the scene.
Shang Tianque, who was being supported by his companions with one arm shattered, perked up the moment he saw the leader. “Mentor Chu!” he exclaimed, rushing to the mentor’s side and speaking with venom in his voice, “This fellow, Ye Wushuang, is also a new student at Qingyun Academy. We had a minor dispute during registration, and he actually broke my arm! Please, Mentor, do something!”
“Oh? Is that so?” The leading mentor, Chu, who looked to be in his early thirties, stood with his hands behind his back, his brow furrowing even deeper. Yet, as he looked at Ye Wushuang, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Was this the Ye Wushuang who had recently become so famous in the capital?
