Chapter 69

"Hey, what's going on? I just went to the restroom." Lu Ping really didn't know what had just happened. He had left for a moment and, upon returning, saw Daoran punch Wen Yan into a tree.

"They were injured by Su Tang and Mo Lin." Wen Yan explained the situation in one sentence, allowing Lu Ping to understand what was happening.

"Oh, I see, thank you." Lu Ping said to Wen Yan, then his gaze fell on the furious Daoran.

"Kid, we're not after you, so don't meddle in things that don't concern you, got it?" Daoran waved his huge fist at Lu Ping. Although he didn't sense any Aura Power from Lu Ping, he didn't let his guard down. He had heard that among the four from the mountains, the one who seemed ordinary actually had considerable strength. He, who was used to bullying the weak, had no interest in challenging someone whose strength was unknown.

"This is not something that doesn't concern me." Lu Ping said, stepping forward.

Daoran was more than two heads taller than Lu Ping and now had a very impatient look on his face. He turned his head and gave a glance to the students from Tianzhao who had followed him: "Get rid of him." After saying that, he stepped aside, feigning disdain for fighting Lu Ping, but in reality, he was throwing this unknown strength to others to test.

Among those who followed, there were a few who were still lively and energetic, all of whom usually swaggered around with Daoran. They understood his style. Knowing Daoran's intention, they couldn't refuse. They looked at each other, seemingly choosing by eye contact, and finally, one of them stepped forward.

"Kid, don't get in the way, got it?" The student, trying to build momentum, walked up to Lu Ping. When he found that his words had no effect, he had no choice but to act. He swung his hand, imitating Daoran, and slapped directly at Lu Ping's face.

Wen Yan sneered.

This lackey who had stepped forward was only a second-year student, not even at the Sixth Heaven of Single Aura. He only dared to act so arrogantly because he followed Daoran. Otherwise, his strength wouldn't even be enough to stand out among the second-year students at Tianzhao Academy.

What would be the outcome of such a person facing Lu Ping?

Wen Yan's interest in the spectacle was fully aroused, and she was so happy that she almost forgot her own injuries. But soon, she let out a scream.

"Ah!" Wen Yan screamed and hurriedly moved to the side. That damn Lu Ping, with one hand, caught the slap coming at him, then swung it, throwing the guy into the tree he had just hit.

Was he trying to get even for her? But didn't he see that she was still under the tree?

Wen Yan had just moved out of the way when there were two thuds: one from the guy hitting the tree, and the other from him falling to the ground. If Wen Yan hadn't moved fast enough, she would have been knocked down by him.

"Watch out!" she shouted at Lu Ping.

But the others weren't paying attention to this. They were all stunned.

Even if it was just a second-year student with no outstanding realm, to throw someone away with just a casual gesture was something none of them, except Daoran, could do.

The lackeys' faces showed fear. Hearing was one thing, but seeing was believing. This guy was said to be strong, and now they had seen just how strong. If they went up against him, they would be no match at all! Boss, please don't pretend to be indifferent anymore, okay?

None of them dared to move, all looking at Daoran, their hearts pounding.

Daoran remained calm, measuring the strength of that grab and throw. As a Force Aura Connector and a power-type ability user, he had a very precise grasp of strength. Although he couldn't clearly sense the Force Aura Power Lu Ping exerted in that moment, from the force of the second-year student hitting the tree, he had a clear judgment of Lu Ping's strength.

Then, he smiled confidently, still full of disdain.

"Didn't expect you to have some moves!" he said, stepping forward, no longer planning to torment his poor lackeys. The lackeys, like being pardoned, quickly followed behind Daoran, immediately becoming arrogant again.

"I don't want to waste time, so I'll give you one last chance." Daoran was quite talkative. He liked to warn the other party, especially enjoying their reaction when they defied his warning, and then being beaten by him. This feeling was truly wonderful, the pinnacle of bullying.

Lu Ping, as expected, ignored his warning. But what disappointed Daoran was that this guy was so calm. If he could confidently shout a few words, even if it was just like Wen Yan's stubbornness, and then be beaten by him, that would be great! This lack of reaction made it feel like hitting a wooden post.

Daoran's interest waned, and he really felt like not wasting time.

"Get lost!" He stepped forward and swung a slap.

Lu Ping also raised his hand, reaching for Daoran's wrist.

"Hmph..." Daoran sneered. With his powerful strength, fifteen times the normal force, he struck without hesitation, a Force Aura Power-filled blow aimed directly at Lu Ping's head. Lu Ping's arm, compared to Daoran's thick and strong arm, looked so thin and fragile.

Blocking like this? It will break!

Daoran ignored Lu Ping's outstretched hand, not thinking that Lu Ping's strength could pose any obstacle.

Slap!

The slap came, and his wrist first hit Lu Ping's palm, making a crisp sound.

It didn't break?

Daoran was surprised. That thin, weak arm could withstand his powerful blow?

But no matter what, his slap wouldn't stop. He continued to swing, but he didn't hit Lu Ping's head. Lu Ping ducked to avoid the slap, but his right hand still clung to Daoran's wrist, seemingly preparing to throw him away.

"Stupid thing!" Daoran sneered again, raising his arm to the sky. Compared to the nearly two-meter-tall Daoran, Lu Ping looked very small. With one swing, he lifted Lu Ping into the air, feeling no effort at all, and sensing no resistance.

"Die!" he shouted, throwing Lu Ping toward the tree. But then, a scream came from his mouth.

"Ah!!!"

With this scream, his arm suddenly dropped, and his other hand reflexively supported it. He seemed to have lost all strength, suddenly kneeling on one knee.

"Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain!!"

He shouted seven times in pain, all from Daoran. He really felt a lot of pain. He wanted to throw Lu Ping away, but then he felt his wrist being gripped even tighter, followed by an unbearable pain that made him lose all his strength.

Daoran knelt. Despite his height, he still looked imposing on one knee. His arm, still held by Lu Ping, was gripped by Lu Ping's hand, which could only wrap around half of his thick, muscular wrist. Everyone saw that Lu Ping's fingers had deeply sunk into the wrist's muscles, the muscles squeezed to the sides, bulging like two horns.

Daoran, almost shouting for help, was in constant pain. The lackeys behind him were pale. Lu Ping, still calm, turned to look at Wen Yan: "What should we do?"