Yang Fan exited the virtual scene and gently took off his sunglasses. Before he could see the situation in front of him, he heard An Sheng's angry roar. "Song Zian, how dare you attack someone from behind? Are you tired of living?!"
Yang Fan instantly understood that it was Song Zian who had ambushed him from behind.
But why?
He and Song Zian didn't have much interaction. In their three years as classmates, they hadn't even spoken more than three sentences. Why would he attack him from behind for no reason?
Yang Fan's gaze fell on Huang Zhong and Song Zian, who was in Huang Zhong's arms, who were five meters away.
Song Zian's face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. The clothes on his chest were also splattered with blood.
It seemed that Yang Fan's "Raging Bull Piercing the Heart" had injured him quite badly. However, because of Huang Zhong's timely intervention, although the injury was serious, it wasn't fatal. Song Zian also didn't pass out because of the serious injury.
At this moment, facing An Sheng's interrogation and Yang Fan's cold gaze, Song Zian looked innocent. "I didn't mean any harm. I was just joking. I wanted to compare notes with Yang Fan, that's all. Yang Fan, we're all classmates. Is it necessary for you to be so heavy-handed? You're obviously trying to kill me! "
As he spoke, Song Zian spat out another mouthful of blood. He continued to struggle to defend himself and smear Yang Fan's reputation. "I'm a Level 7 Martial Disciple. If I really wanted to attack secretly, how could a good-for-nothing like Yang Fan resist? Yang Fan, you were scheming against me. You took advantage of the fact that I was caught off guard to kill me. How vicious of you! "
"You seriously injured me before the college entrance exam. This is purely to cut off my path to the college entrance exam. I'm not done with you!"
"Pu!!"
Song Zian spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted completely.
The other students in the class were instantly in an uproar. They couldn't help but point at Yang Fan.
"Yang Fan is too much. How can he be so cruel to his classmates?"
"He actually took advantage of Zian's defenseless state of mind to deal a heavy blow. This Yang Fan not only has low talent, but his mind is also despicable!"
"The Shame of South China is indeed shameless!"
"…"
Most people naturally stood on the injured Song Zian's side. After all, compared to Yang Fan, the "shame of South China," everyone had a better impression of Song Zian.
Moreover, they were all classmates. Even if it was a Martial Arts Combat Lesson, most people would not overdo it. No one would be like Yang Fan who did not control his strength. Looking at the extent of Song Zian's injury, Yang Fan's attack just now was clearly aimed at Song Zian's heart.
"Bullshit!" An Sheng was furious and hurriedly defended Yang Fan. "It was clearly Song Zian, this despicable person, who took advantage of the critical moment when Yang Fan was about to break through to the Martial Dao to launch a sneak attack and sabotage him. He was clearly the one with bad intentions, but now he's making a false accusation. Can he still have any shame?"
"So what if he's injured? Is it always right to be injured? He only has himself to blame. He deserves it! "
"If he had succeeded just now, not only would Yang Fan fail to break through, but he would also be in danger of going mad. His whole life might be ruined. In terms of viciousness, who can compare to Song Zian?!"
"If you ask me, this kind of scourge should be punched to death! Being classmates with this kind of person, be careful that he will stab you in the back one day! "
Ansheng was a chatterbox to begin with. Once he started talking, his mouth would never spare anyone. Not only did he scold Song Zian, but he also scolded the few students who had been gossiping in a low voice.
"An Sheng, this is only your side of the story. It's not to be believed!"
"Everyone knows what kind of person Song Zian usually is. He would never stab someone in the back. He also has no reason to frame a martial arts trash whose cultivation is far inferior to his."
"On the contrary, it's you and Yang Fan who are like pests who shamelessly stay in Class 29 every day. You don't want to make progress, you don't want to make progress. Every time there is a big exam, you drag everyone down, causing all the students in Class 29 to lose face every year."
"With such despicable characters like you, who would believe your words?"
The group of people began to criticize An Sheng and Yang Fan in speech and in writing. One was a top student in the seventh level of Martial Disciple, while the other two were at the bottom of the rankings. It was clear who was better and who was worse.
Yang Fan didn't say anything. He just quietly looked at their homeroom teacher, Huang Zhong. Huang Zhong had the most right to speak on this matter.
As the existence with the highest cultivation in this martial arts classroom, Yang Fan believed that everything that happened in the classroom couldn't be hidden from Huang Zhong's perception.
Moreover, it was impossible for Huang Zhong not to see the Great Perfection Stage Barbarian Ox Fist that he displayed just now. It was impossible for him not to understand that Yang Fan was no longer the same as before. His battle strength was comparable to that of a seventh or even eighth level Martial Disciple.
The other students in the class didn't see what happened. Their comments were all based on their personal preferences. This was nothing. In any case, Yang Fan also took their words seriously. In these years, he had already experienced such injustice and slander too many times. He didn't care about it one more time.
However, Huang Zhong was different. He was the homeroom teacher of Class 29 and their teacher. Yang Fan still hoped to get a relatively fair outcome from his mouth.
Huang Zhong gently placed Song Zian on the ground. At the same time, he instructed the class monitor, Zhao Chu, to call the infirmary to come and save him.
After that, he raised his head and looked at Yang Fan seriously. "Yang Fan, you're very good. You've actually cultivated the Great Perfection Stage Barbarian Ox Fist. It seems that you haven't been doing nothing these past three years."
"However, no matter what, you shouldn't have acted so viciously against your own classmate. Just now, if I hadn't acted in time to resolve the situation, Song Zian would have been a dead man. Do you know that?"
Yang Fan nodded lightly. He didn't deny this point.
He had suddenly advanced the Great Perfection Stage Barbarian Ox Fist. He had indeed underestimated the killing power of that casual attack just now.
However, he didn't regret it. If he had to do it again, he would still do it.
This was because when Song Zian attacked, he didn't hold back at all. If he hadn't reacted in time, the person who would be seriously injured or in life-threatening danger would have been him, Yang Fan.
He didn't do anything wrong by giving Song Zian a taste of his own medicine.
Yang Fan believed that Huang Zhong was well aware of this.
"Since that's the case, after Song Zian regains consciousness, you'll personally come over and apologize to him. Then, you'll bear all the medical expenses that follow! If Song Zian forgives you and doesn't intend to pursue this matter further, I won't report it to the school. "
Huang Zhong waved his hand and immediately settled the matter, placing all the blame on Yang Fan.
Yang Fan felt a chill in his heart. An Sheng was even more unconvinced as he shouted loudly, "On what basis?! This matter clearly isn't Yang Fan's fault. On what basis should he apologize?! "
"An Sheng!" Huang Zhong's cold gaze swept over him. The aura on his body abruptly erupted, directly suppressing An Sheng to the point that he couldn't breathe. "You have no right to interrupt here. Shut up!"
An Sheng's face was flushed red, but the expression on his face was still stubborn. He glared at Huang Zhong with wide, angry eyes.
"Yang Fan, what do you say?" Huang Zhong once again turned his gaze to Yang Fan and asked softly.
Yang Fan changed his cowardly character from before. He took a step forward, straightened his back, raised his head, and stubbornly met Huang Zhong's gaze. "I also want to ask, on what basis?!"
"I don't think I did anything wrong in this matter. Song Zian had bad intentions and deserved this outcome. If this matter didn't happen in school, but in the suburbs or somewhere else, I would've killed him with one punch without mercy! "
"So, he should be thankful that this is a school." Yang Fan cast a disdainful glance at Song Zian, who was lying flat on the ground. "Teacher Huang can protect him once or twice, but can he protect him for a lifetime?"
"This time, if he dares to make me apologize to him, starting from tomorrow until the end of the college entrance exam, I'll invite him to the number one training field every day. I'll beat him until he calls me daddy the moment he sees me!"
The corner of Huang Zhong's eye twitched. What was this guy trying to do? Rebel?
According to the rules of South China Martial Arts School, students with lower cultivation levels could challenge students with higher cultivation levels at any time. Moreover, students with higher cultivation levels couldn't refuse. Otherwise, they would be considered cowards. Cowardice was a sign of cowardice for any martial artist.
The students of South China Martial Arts School could get injured, bleed, and even bully the weak. They could be arrogant and overbearing, but they couldn't be cowards. Otherwise, they would be dealt with as soon as they found one.
Yang Fan was now a level four martial artist. If he was determined to challenge Song Zian, unless Song Zian was seriously injured and couldn't get up or didn't come to school, he wouldn't be able to refuse.
In terms of actual combat, Yang Fan, who had already practiced the Barbaric Bull Fist to perfection, could really beat Song Zian until he doubted his life.
Absolutely not!
Song Zian's martial arts talent was at level nine of silver. Compared to Yang Fan's level one of iron, he was eighteen small levels higher. Whether it was his current or future achievements, he would be dozens of streets ahead of Yang Fan.
Huang Zhong absolutely wouldn't allow a piece of trash like Yang Fan to destroy a good seedling like Song Zian just because he had a moment of glory!
That's right. In Huang Zhong's heart, Yang Fan, who could practice the Barbaric Bull Fist to perfection, would only be able to do so for the rest of his life. No matter how strong his combat strength was, it couldn't change the fact that his martial arts talent was basically zero.
If his own cultivation wasn't enough, even if he practiced the Barbaric Bull Fist to perfection, he still wouldn't be able to break through the realm of martial arts master and become a true martial artist.
In other words, Yang Fan might be strong now, but he had no future.
For a student with no future, did Huang Zhong still need to care about his face and feelings?
"Yang Fan!" With a plan in mind, Huang Zhong's face suddenly darkened. He coldly said to Yang Fan, "I said, this is your fault. Apologize, compensate, and then obediently spend the last month with your tail between your legs! Do you understand? "
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