Chapter 27

The sharp and piercing sound, like the screech of a raptor, tore through the air that had just settled in the gymnasium.

The ordinary class students, who had just recovered from their daze, were once again severely frightened.

No one had expected that after the departure of "Iron Beast" Wei Tie, another even more ferocious person, Zhao Liang, would appear. Zhao Liang was a student in the advanced class, a cultivation genius with a spiritual root development exceeding 60%, and he was in a completely different league from them, existing in a different world altogether!

"Who on earth has Li Yao offended, that both Wei Tie and Zhao Liang are coming after him with such ferocity?"

"He somehow managed to drive Wei Tie away just now, but what will happen now that he's facing Zhao Liang?"

"You guys don't know, last night Li Yao offended Helian Lie!"

"What? The unlucky one who offended Helian Lie is him? He's doomed!"

Whispers spread through the crowd, and everyone looked at Li Yao with pity, as if they were looking at a critically ill patient covered in plaster.

Amidst the sighs of the many classmates, Li Yao slowly walked over. He walked hesitantly, often pausing to lean on various training equipment, seemingly hesitant to step forward.

"You're Li Yao, nothing special about you!" Zhao Liang sized him up from head to toe, a cruel smile appearing on his sinister face. "I have a martial arts question I don't understand, and I want to spar with Li Yao. Come on!"

"A private duel!" Everyone drew a sharp breath.

In the 40,000th era of cultivation, demonic beasts roamed, and wars raged continuously. Human society was fierce, embracing the philosophy of "survival of the fittest." Especially in private schools like Chixiao No. 2, which aimed to cultivate cultivation geniuses, private duels were not prohibited.

After all, the school had advanced medical facilities, various life-saving elixirs, and several grandmasters skilled in medicine. As long as one wasn't killed on the spot, even the most severe injuries could be quickly healed.

Therefore, when young men with high spirits had conflicts, they often started with "let's spar" and engaged in private duels.

However, private duels were usually between students of similar strength. For Zhao Liang, an elite student in the advanced class, to challenge Li Yao, a "miscellaneous fish" in the ordinary class, was a significant loss of face.

If not for Helian Lie's furious demand to see Li Yao beaten up that morning, and Wei Tie's unexpected mishap at a critical moment, Zhao Liang wouldn't have lowered himself so much.

Thus, when Li Yao, with a lowered head and a humble tone, said, "You're a great expert in the advanced class, I can't beat you, I surrender!" everyone, from Zhao Liang to every ordinary class student, found it completely reasonable and expected.

Faced with the challenge from an advanced class elite, what other choice did an ordinary class "miscellaneous fish" have besides surrendering and begging for mercy?

Zhao Liang yawned, somewhat impatiently, "Since you're so sensible, I don't want to bother with trash like you. Just kneel down obediently and let me break ten of your bones, and this matter will—"

Before he could finish the last word, Zhao Liang felt a chill run up his spine, and a gust of wind hit his face. Instinctively, he raised his hand to block, and with a "bang," a cloud of white mist exploded in front of him. Countless particles of magnesium powder, like iron sand, pierced his eyes, turning his vision white and causing excruciating pain, making him unable to see anything!

"Ah!" All the ordinary class students cried out in shock, unable to believe what they saw.

As Li Yao bowed his head in surrender, his right hand suddenly shot up, and the magnesium powder he had grabbed from the training equipment for increased friction hit Zhao Liang's eyes!

Zhao Liang instantly lost his vision.

Taking advantage of this, Li Yao used his toes to hook a 30-pound dumbbell and swung it at Zhao Liang's head!

"Boom!"

Zhao Liang, a 60% spiritual root development elite student, remained highly alert even after the magnesium powder blinded him. He sensed Li Yao's attack by the wind and crossed his arms to block the dumbbell with a hard impact!

However, he didn't expect Li Yao's strength to be so terrifying, nor did he anticipate that Li Yao would use a metal dumbbell in such a despicable manner. The powerful blow shattered both of his arm bones and sent him flying over ten meters away!

The ordinary class students cried out in shock again. Only a few students skilled in martial arts could see that the exaggerated scene was partly due to Zhao Liang's intentional action, using the leap to mitigate Li Yao's attack!

Regardless, Li Yao had ultimately knocked Zhao Liang flying with a single blow, and this alone was enough to shock the entire Chixiao No. 2!

"Phew!"

Dozens of meters away, Zhao Liang spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body enveloped in raging anger. He knew he had completely failed today, and even if he beat this kid later, he would become the biggest joke in the advanced class!

"Too despicable, too shameless, using magnesium powder and a dumbbell! But you probably don't know that my sharpest weapon isn't my hands, but my legs!"

Zhao Liang sneered, suddenly spreading his fingers and jabbing his eyes, forcing out a large amount of tears to wash away the magnesium powder. His vision cleared up, and he locked onto Li Yao's position.

"I'll kill you!"

Zhao Liang screamed, his legs transforming into two monstrous pythons. He leaped forward, covering the distance in a single jump. His left leg kicked up wood chips from the floor, and his right knee shot out like a tiger, lightning-fast!

The most powerful move from the "Thirteen Postures of the Battle Beast" — Tiger Stomp!

From the leap to the knee strike, the entire process took less than 0.5 seconds. Li Yao didn't even have time to react, let alone block, before Zhao Liang's knee struck his chest!

"Ah!"

Many girls screamed, instinctively closing their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the tragedy.

— Just a few seconds earlier, while Zhao Liang was desperately washing his eyes with tears, Li Yao calmly inserted a 30-40 pound iron weight plate into his clothes, positioning it in front of his chest. Everyone saw this clearly.

"Clang!"

A sound like a temple bell rang from Li Yao's chest.

The onlookers felt a sharp pain in their knees.

No matter how hard Zhao Liang's knee was, it couldn't match metal. The full-force strike resulted in a complete shattering of his right knee, a comminuted fracture!

Experienced military experts might endure the pain of a comminuted knee fracture and maintain some combat ability, but Zhao Liang, no matter how fierce, was just an ordinary high school student. The shattered knee completely incapacitated him.

Zhao Liang screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground, convulsing in pain.

Li Yao pulled off his school uniform, revealing the weight plate. He noticed a shallow dent in the center of the plate. Without it, his ribs would have shattered.

"This move, 'Tiger Stomp,' is indeed formidable!" Li Yao raised his eyebrows, praising his opponent, then looked around and walked toward a weight rack.

Li Yao's left hand was in his pocket, while his right hand casually lifted a barbell loaded with weight plates, weighing over 100 pounds. He swung it once, and the air whistled, making everyone's hair stand on end.

Carrying the barbell, Li Yao walked toward Zhao Liang.

Zhao Liang's sinister expression was gone, replaced by sheer terror. He couldn't even scream, his plea for mercy coming out as a high-pitched, thin voice: "What are you going to do? Don't come over!"

"Little demon, calm down, don't make things worse!" Everyone was stunned, their hair standing on end, but only his close friend Meng Jiang managed to stammer out a warning, barely containing his shock.

Li Yao paused for a moment, then turned and put the barbell back. "Alright, we are classmates after all, I don't want to go too far..."

"That's right... What are you doing now?" Meng Jiang had just relaxed when he saw Li Yao pick up a slightly smaller barbell, weighing at least 70-80 pounds. His jaw dropped again, unsure what to say.

This time, Li Yao didn't give him a chance to speak. He walked to Zhao Liang's left side, raised the barbell high, and aimed it at Zhao Liang's intact left knee.

"Do you know, it was Young Master Helian who sent me!" Zhao Liang screamed, curling up like a dying shrimp.

"So what?" Li Yao asked.

The barbell tore through the air, generating a powerful wind, and struck down with a forceful impact!

"Crack!"

Zhao Liang's legs bent unnaturally, and he foamed at the mouth, his eyes rolling back, as he immediately lost consciousness.