Chapter 361

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Chapter 361: Don’t Mess With Me!

Undoubtedly, Su Yi’s performance just now had aroused the interest of the crowd.

Hearing Su Yi’s name, some disciples bowed their heads in thought, as though they had heard the name somewhere before but couldn’t recall where.

“Let’s go. It’s time to head back,” Zhang Qing whispered to Su Yi. He was already on edge in the Sword Hall, and hearing the disciples whispering about Su Yi only made him more apprehensive, fearing trouble.

“Alright, let’s go,” Su Yi nodded, feeling satisfied with what he had learned from Elder Ying’s teachings. He was eager to return to the Thirty-Sixth Sword Peak to reflect and understand it further.

Just then, a group of teenagers shoved their way between Su Yi and Zhang Qing, nearly spinning Zhang Qing around. A cold, disdainful hum could be heard from their throats. Zhang Qing stumbled but quickly regained his balance.

“Did you not see anyone?” Zhang Qing asked, his frustration evident.

“Oh, isn’t this Zhang Qing from the Thirty-Sixth Sword Peak? What’s wrong? Do you have a problem with me?”

As Zhang Qing spoke, the group of boys stopped and turned to face him. Their expressions were filled with scorn, and their sneers were icy.

Su Yi’s expression remained calm, but his sharp eyes moved slightly, observing their deliberate actions.

“No, no problem. There’s nothing wrong. You can go,” Zhang Qing said, his face stiffening slightly before forcing a smile.

“You clearly have an issue, but now you’re saying you don’t. Are you playing games with me?”

The group’s leader, a young man about Zhang Qing’s age, exuded an oppressive aura. His cold gaze locked onto Zhang Qing, clearly unwilling to back down.

Zhang Qing’s face darkened. He wasn’t one to stir up trouble, but he hadn’t expected them to go out of their way to make things difficult. Lowering his posture even further, he said with his head bowed, “I didn’t mean…”

“Enough,” Su Yi interrupted Zhang Qing. His tone was calm but carried an unyielding edge. “It’s clear these guys started it. I can’t stand seeing people being bullied like this.”

He turned to the group of boys, his gaze steady. “That’s enough. Don’t take it too far.”

“Oh? Are you standing up for Zhang Qing? Acting rashly in front of the elder, thinking it’ll make you stand out and win his favor, is that it?”

The leader of the group smirked faintly as he stared at Su Yi.

Su Yi glanced at him sideways, instantly understanding that their true target wasn’t Zhang Qing—it was him.

“If there’s nothing else, just leave. Don’t provoke me. Consider this your warning,” Su Yi said, his tone growing colder.

The boys were momentarily stunned by Su Yi’s words, but their faces soon twisted into sneers of open disdain.

The leader, with a mocking expression, looked directly at Su Yi. “Oh, you’re the new recruit at the Divine Sword School? I don’t care how you got here, but didn’t the elder just say we martial artists should be humble and respectful to our seniors? We’re your senior brothers, yet you’re so arrogant and disrespectful. Do you think you’re invincible? Looks like someone needs to teach you a lesson!”

As the words left his mouth, the young leader’s aura surged, locking onto Su Yi.

This youth had been harboring resentment toward Su Yi for a while. Seeing Elder Ying show special attention to him—asking for his name, no less—had ignited his jealousy.

If it hadn’t been for Su Yi speaking up earlier, he might have already asked the elder a question and had a chance to show off. Perhaps then, Elder Ying would have been pleased and taken him on as an inner disciple of the Thirty-Fifth Sword Peak.

Thinking of this, the youth’s gaze grew colder, his anger directed squarely at Su Yi. This newcomer, who seemed to have only just started learning the “Foundations of Swordsmanship,” had ruined his plans. In his eyes, Su Yi was probably just a novice—a perfect target to vent his frustrations.

The commotion caused the disciples who were about to leave to pause and turn back to watch.

“Ah, dogs fighting dogs. This’ll be entertaining!”

“Something lively to watch, finally!”

A group of inner disciples gathered around, laughing loudly and without restraint.

The young leader heard their mocking laughter and felt his face twitch in irritation. His displeasure, however, only fueled his determination to make Su Yi pay.

“Humph!”

With a cold snort, the leading young man’s face darkened, his expression twisting with anger. Without hesitation, he raised his hand, preparing to slap Su Yi across the face.

“Pa…”

The sound echoed sharply, a crisp slap reverberating through the Sword Hall.

Before the crowd could process what had happened, they heard the resounding impact. Instantly, a wave of gazes fell on Su Yi’s face.

Strangely, Su Yi’s face remained unscathed, his expression calm and unbothered.

“Poof…”

Blood suddenly spurted from the mouth of the leading boy, accompanied by the sight of several loose teeth flying out. A fine mist of blood filled the air as his complexion turned ashen.

On the boy’s left cheek, a vivid handprint stood out—swollen, purple, and oozing fresh blood. His expression was frozen in shock, his wide eyes filled with growing fear. His outstretched arm remained suspended mid-air, his body unmoving as if he were petrified.

“I already warned you not to bully others with your power. If you refuse to change when given the chance, then you alone must bear the consequences,” Su Yi said coldly, his voice calm but laced with authority.

Before anyone could react, Su Yi raised his hand again. This time, his fingers were slightly curved as he delivered a sharp slap to the boy’s shoulder.

“Swoosh…”

The crowd only caught a blur of movement before the young man was sent hurtling through the air. He crashed heavily into a corner of the Sword Hall, the impact shaking the walls and leaving cracks in the stone. Blood spurted from his mouth as his body crumpled to the floor.

The other boys, who had stood beside the leader in arrogance and confidence moments ago, were now frozen like statues, trembling from head to toe.

The sight of the boy sprawled on the ground left everyone in stunned silence. The eerie stillness stretched for several moments.

Even the group of inner disciples, who had been watching from the side with mocking laughter, now wore expressions of shock and disbelief.

Zhang Qing, however, appeared unfazed. Though he had initially hoped Su Yi wouldn’t escalate the situation, he had always known that the young leader was no match for Su Yi.

With a helpless sigh, Zhang Qing glanced at the defeated boy. Some people just insist on bringing suffering upon themselves. No one can stop them.

Ignoring the remaining outer disciples, who now stood frozen with fear, Su Yi turned his gaze toward the group of inner disciples. His eyes swept over them sharply before he asked in a cold tone, “Who just said, ‘dogs biting dogs’? Step forward and face me!”

The inner disciples exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions shifting as they processed Su Yi’s words.

“What did you say, kid?” one of them barked, his voice tinged with both anger and disbelief. “Say it again if you dare!”