Chapter 36

"Junming is in big trouble this time. I think if he doesn’t reveal how he cheated, Dwight won’t let it go. If he does reveal it, he won’t be able to attend the Church Academy. What do you think he will do?"

"But I heard from the city guards that after the test, the thugs from the Short Sword Guild wanted to teach him a lesson, and he beat up over a dozen grown men."

"That’s impossible. Even you couldn’t beat up over a dozen thugs. Look at his body; it’s not strong enough. It’s more likely that he was beaten up. I’ve heard this rumor too, but it’s just a rumor."

"Exactly, how can you believe such absurd rumors? Use your head, will you?"

The short merchant walked up to the priest and said, "Sir, please try to talk some sense into Dwight. We’re on our way to Dusk City; let’s not cause any trouble along the way."

The two priests seemed to be talking to each other, as if they hadn’t heard the short merchant at all. Seeing that the priests ignored him, the short merchant walked over to the knight’s squire and tried to persuade him. The squire teased him a few times and completely ignored his advice.

Seeing that Jiang Junming remained silent, Dwight became even more arrogant, waving his fists and shouting, "If you don’t speak up, I’ll make you talk with my fists."

"Fine, if you want to fight, let’s do it." Jiang Junming saw that apart from the short merchant, everyone else—whether they were young students, knight’s squires, or priests—were just watching the show. He stood up, looked directly at Dwight, and said.

"That kid, you won’t get hurt, don’t worry." The thin man, Aired, said with a sharp tone. Although it sounded like he was comforting Jiang Junming, everyone could tell from his tone that he was preparing to mock Jiang Junming in some creative way.

The fat man, Chados, knowing that the thin man was mocking Jiang Junming, pretended not to know. He widened his eyes and feigned surprise, saying, "How could that be!"

"The Goddess of Compassion will save him." The thin man, Aired, looked at Jiang Junming and said with a smile, "But the priests of the Church of Compassion’s divine powers are sometimes effective and sometimes not. If the Goddess of Compassion’s divine power fails, what will happen to the injuries that kid will suffer?"

After saying that, the thin man, Aired, made an exaggerated worried expression, which made everyone around him laugh.

Jiang Junming felt some disgust when he heard the fat man and the thin man mocking him. He couldn’t help but feel worried when he heard the knight’s squire talking about Dwight. Dwight was strong, and standing in front of him, he felt a lot of pressure. But then Jiang Junming thought about the improvement he had gained in the six-sided rectangular space in the light brain last night. Both his strength and agility had improved significantly, which made him feel more confident. Besides, he had beaten over a dozen grown men; why should he be afraid of a teenager? Jiang Junming smiled, still not used to the changes in his physical strength, and his behavior was still like it used to be, even to the point where he couldn’t beat a child smaller than himself.

Seeing Jiang Junming stand up, the knight’s squire who was close to Dwight laughed and told everyone to clear a space for the two to fight.

Standing by the roadside, Jiang Junming saw that Dwight didn’t have the light points or glowing areas on his body that the thugs had during their fight, and the light brain didn’t alert him to enter combat mode. Everything was calm as usual. Could it be that the light brain’s energy was depleted and it had entered a dormant state? Jiang Junming pondered, feeling a bit worried.

Seeing that the surrounding young people, knight’s squires, and merchants had moved away, Dwight didn’t say much to Jiang Junming and threw a punch directly.

The punch was fierce, and the wind from his fist could be heard clearly by everyone around.

The knight’s squire who was close to Dwight saw that Dwight attacked first without much talk. He watched with a smile, waiting for Dwight to knock Jiang Junming down. In his view, Dwight’s punches and kicks were already quite good. This punch was simple and direct, fast, and almost reached the level of a first-level warrior. It would take years of training to achieve that.

Such an attack would knock down an adult, let alone the somewhat slender Jiang Junming. The knight’s squire thought that the wind from the punch might even knock Jiang Junming down.

The fat man, Chados, and the thin man, Aired, cheered loudly, as if Dwight had already beaten Jiang Junming to a pulp. In their view, it was only a matter of time before Jiang Junming was beaten to a pulp, and he might be knocked down and crying for mercy at any moment.

The surrounding priests and knight’s squires watched the show. In their view, Dwight would definitely win this fight, and the only question was how badly Jiang Junming would be injured. Only the short merchant watched Jiang Junming with concern, afraid that he would be seriously injured by this punch.

Jiang Junming focused entirely on Dwight’s movements. To others, Dwight’s punch was fast, but to Jiang Junming, it seemed slow. Although there were no numbers or light points to indicate it, if the speed was this slow, what was there to worry about? When Dwight’s punch came, Jiang Junming only dodged when the wind from the punch hit his face. He lightly pushed Dwight’s arm with his right hand, deflecting the powerful punch. The force of the punch was redirected, causing Dwight to stumble.

All the onlookers felt that Jiang Junming didn’t seem to be in a fight at all, but rather like an adult playing with a child. He dodged casually and then lightly pushed, causing Dwight to stumble.

The action was so simple it seemed like a joke, but the fierce wind from Dwight’s punch still echoed in their ears... How did he dodge it? Was it just a coincidence? The crowd fell silent, and the fat man, Chados, and the thin man, Aired, looked as if someone had grabbed their throats, their cheers stifled, and they stared at Jiang Junming and Dwight in disbelief.

Dwight, who was already aggressive, stumbled when pushed by Jiang Junming. Seeing that his supposedly sure hit had missed, and the crowd had fallen silent, with all eyes on him, he became even angrier. He steadied himself, turned around, and glared at Jiang Junming.

Dwight saw that Jiang Junming seemed unaffected, standing there just as he had before. In Dwight’s eyes, Jiang Junming’s expression was indifferent, with the usual smile, as if silently challenging him.

"Roar~~" With a roar, Dwight, red-eyed, charged forward like a mindless bull. His left fist drew an arc in the air, aiming for Jiang Junming’s right cheek. It was fierce, but the fatal blow was not the left fist; it was just a feint. If Jiang Junming tried to dodge the left fist, Dwight’s real attack—the right fist hidden behind the left—would hit Jiang Junming.

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