Chapter 6

**Thud, thud, thud...** A series of crisp sounds, mixed with the cries of pain from Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi, as the two flew through the air. Song Li kicked with such grace, and the audience watched with great satisfaction!

Zhang Qi and Chen Yuan were stunned, looking at Song Li's current performance, Pang Da felt as if he were in a dream. If it weren't for the sharp pain in his thigh from pinching himself, he would have thought he was dreaming. Is this still the leader who was even more of a failure than us? Is this still the leader of the Justice Alliance? This is too damn impressive, too cool. Isn't this the scene I've dreamed of for years? In my dreams, I always save the leader from danger with such grandeur.

Zhang Lin and Chen Yuan were also dumbfounded. They had been praised by Pang Da as experts, and they had some confidence in dealing with some rich brats and other guards, even putting on an air of expertise. But now they were just standing there, dumbfounded. This... This doesn't even need us two brothers, he's a real expert. At this age, and being a prince, he was always called a failure. It turns out he was just hiding his true strength!

Song Moran furrowed his brows even tighter. He had seen many people more powerful than Song Li and witnessed countless bloody battles, but none of them had surprised him as much as this. Song Li had been beaten to near death not long ago, so how could he suddenly become so powerful? If he was always this strong, why didn't he fight back when he was almost killed?

If he wasn't hiding his strength, what happened to him during this time? How could he improve so much? This power isn't terrifying, but the speed of improvement is too terrifying. How is this possible? How is this possible??

The other guards and the surrounding people didn't have Song Moran's composure and calmness. They all gaped in shock, some even shouting out loud.

"This... This is impossible, he was a failure before..."

"This is what it means to hide one's true strength. He must have been pretending all along, and now he's finally burst out."

"Didn't he take some kind of pill? It's too terrifying, he was known as a failure in the capital!"

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Song Moran and the rich brats were stunned, the guards were stunned, and the audience was completely stunned!

On one hand, they had never seen such a fight on a stage, with the two people bouncing around in the air, it was quite a spectacle. On the other hand, the most famous cultivation failure in the capital suddenly became an expert, and no one was mentally prepared for it!

After kicking for about ten rounds, Song Li felt it was enough. If he continued, it would be fatal, so he stopped. The two fell to the stage like dead dogs, lying on the ground with their eyes rolling.

Song Li didn't plan to let them off that easily. He walked over, dragged them up like dead dogs, and then raised his hand, slapping them left and right, while scolding them: "You two are the worst scoundrels in the Holy Lion Empire... When you were one year old, you stole your neighbor's sister's bra, this slap is for her... When you were two, you stole an old woman's underwear, this slap is for her... When you were three, you peeped at a vegetable vendor's bath, this slap is for her... When you were seven, you molested a civilian girl, this slap is for her... When you were thirteen, you had a gay relationship with Song Moran, this slap is for me, because I can't stand two men fooling around..."

"I didn't... have a gay relationship with Song Moran..." Cheng Zhengxiang, dazed from the slaps, felt aggrieved and resisted this unfounded accusation.

"I know you didn't, can't I frame you? Damn... Where was I? Who told you to interrupt? Now I've forgotten. Never mind, let's start over, when you were one year old..."

Song Li started over from one year old, listing a crime for each slap. In a short while, Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi were slapped into pig heads, their cheeks swollen to three times their normal size.

Everything that happened on the stage left the rich brats, led by Song Moran, and the guards in shock. Just yesterday, Song Li was beaten to a pulp by Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi, with all his bones probably broken. They thought Song Li was almost dead. They were a bit uneasy, knowing that Song Li was a prince, and if he died, the emperor wouldn't be happy.

But Song Li not only didn't die, he unexpectedly burst out, taking on Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi alone and winning effortlessly. Even Song Moran, at the fifth level of Body Cultivation, couldn't tell what level Song Li was at, but he was definitely stronger.

They found it hard to imagine what magical event had happened to Song Li in just one day, turning him from a failure for over a decade into an expert. There had never been such a case in the history of the Holy Lion Empire.

The audience below was stunned for a long time before gradually reacting. They had witnessed the underdog's rise, a rare sight in a century. After someone let out a cry of surprise, the cheers thundered, all for Song Li. Cheng Zhengxiang and his gang had done many bad things, and their reputation was terrible, so seeing them get beaten was a great pleasure for everyone!

From that day on, the failure Song Li became famous in one battle, and his story was widely talked about among the people of the capital.

Song Moran gradually recovered from his shock. Seeing Song Li still slapping Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi, he knew that slapping their faces was like slapping his own face, as they were his left and right hands, known to everyone in the capital.

From the perspective of the people below, Song Li had suddenly become an expert, but Song Moran didn't take him seriously. Although he didn't know why Song Li's strength had suddenly increased, even after the increase, Song Moran's cultivation level was still three levels higher. If he acted, he could definitely cripple Song Li, but he valued his status and didn't want to act personally.

Moreover, if he acted, others would easily guess that he was behind the beating of Song Li, so his face was green with anger. He called over the guards behind him, pointed at Song Li on the stage, and angrily said, "Go and teach this guy a lesson!"

Several guards, upon hearing the order, leaped onto the stage, ready to attack Song Li. Song Li stood up in time, grabbing Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi by the necks, and with a harmless smile, said, "If you dare to move, I'll break their necks!"

Although Song Li was now at the sixth level of Body Cultivation, which was not weak for his age, these guards were different. They were at least at the eighth level, and Song Li knew he couldn't beat them for now. So, Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi, after being used as punching bags, had to be used as hostages again.

Pang Da was also quick-witted. He immediately led the two followers to retreat behind Song Li, preventing Song Moran from using the same tactic to kidnap them and drag the leader down.

Although Song Li smiled, Song Moran knew that if pushed too far, this guy would really break Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi's necks. Song Li's ruthlessness on the stage had already raised Song Moran's estimation of this opponent.

"What do you want?" Song Moran glared at Song Li.

"Make your dogs back off, far away." Song Li smiled even more brightly.

Song Moran waved his hand, and the guards stepped down from the stage, moving back a considerable distance. The audience behind them also moved back.

"You're smart." Song Li, holding Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi like a hawk carrying chicks, walked off the stage. Wherever they went, the crowd scattered, making way for them. They left the crowd and got into the carriage one after another.

After traveling a considerable distance, Song Li threw Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi out of the carriage like old burlap bags and left.

The carriage jolted as it moved, but Song Li sat still, immovable. Zhang Qi and Chen Yuan, with their cultivation levels, couldn't be as calm, let alone Pang Da, who was a failure. The three looked at Song Li with surprise, amazement, and disbelief. They couldn't imagine how the famous failure Song Li, who was beaten to a pulp yesterday, had suddenly become so powerful in just one day.

Pang Da came closer, staring at Song Li's legs, remembering his incredible footwork on the stage, which had left Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi in a sorry state. The awe-inspiring and dominant display made Pang Da envious. He swallowed and asked cautiously, "Boss, can I see your legs?"

Song Li nodded indifferently, saying, "You can look, but don't touch."

Pang Da, with a reverent heart, rolled up Song Li's pants. After being transformed by Yun Lin's third-grade Earth-grade Rebirth Pill, Song Li's body had become much stronger. At the sixth level of Body Cultivation, with the strength of thirty-two oxen, he needed a strong body to support such power. Song Li's slender calves were muscular, showing great explosive power. Pang Da spat on his palm and caressed Song Li's calves, praising, "What a devilish, wicked, and terrifying leg!"

"Go as far as Mars!" Song Li, seeing Pang Da's laziness and his saliva on his leg, felt extremely disgusted and kicked him to the side.

Pang Da, used to joking with Song Li, didn't feel angry or aggrieved. Instead, he hugged Song Li's leg and flattered, "Boss, can you tell me how you became so awesome?"