Nightmare Despair

Chapter 20 Contradictions
"Otherwise, if I don't know my own strength and hurt you, it will be hard to explain to Senior Brother Chen."

Wang Jinquan cracked his knuckles one by one.

He grinned, like a motionless bullfrog preparing to catch a fly.

Du Feng's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but his gaze swept over Wang Jinquan and then over the supporters behind him, led by Yang Jing and Chi Wen.

They were all burly and strong.

He opened his mouth, but eventually closed it again and silently backed away.

"Alright...alright, then let Senior Brother Wang instruct everyone today."

Du Feng's voice was weak and his face was burning, as if he had been slapped.

He had his head down, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Wang Jinquan laughed triumphantly: "Hahaha! Little Du is still as refined and easy-going as ever. I think you should give up martial arts and find a job!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shoved Du Feng.

Du Feng was pushed so hard that he stumbled and took several steps back before he could barely regain his footing.

He looked around, but no one stood up to speak for him.

She could only force a smile that looked worse than a grimace, and continued to back away until she disappeared into the crowd.

Du Feng looked gloomy, with nowhere to vent his pent-up frustration.

'Damn it, besides Senior Brother Chen, there aren't many good people around here!'

Although Chen Ping often beat him up, Du Feng knew in his heart that Chen Ping was the only one in the entire boxing gym who treated him like a human being.

But precisely because Chen Ping treated everyone equally, many people became dissatisfied with him.

Wang Jinquan... was one of them.

"Coward." Wang Jinquan glanced at Du Feng and spat out a word of disdain.

He turned around, facing the dozen or so members who were preparing for the quiz, his chin held high: "Who wants to go first?"

"You?"

His gaze fell on Ma Yifan, who was standing at the front, and his expression instantly turned mocking.

"I……"

Ma Yifan's face turned pale instantly, and his legs began to tremble.

He remembered this short, stocky guy very clearly; he had been a formal trainee at least two months ago.

His strength far surpasses that of Du Feng.

And judging from his appearance... he's not planning to hold back when he makes his move, is he?
"What do you mean, 'what ...'? Give me a straight answer,'"

"I hate you sissies!"

"Come here, you!"

Wang Jinquan waited a few seconds and saw that Ma Yifan was still hesitating in place. The smile on his face vanished instantly.

He took a few quick steps, rushed to Ma Yifan, and pressed his large, fan-like hand against Ma's neck.

The members only saw a blur of movement before Ma Yifan, like a little chick, was staggered and carried directly to the center of the field.

Over there, some of the trainees were arm in arm with Yang Jing and a few others, laughing and commenting on each other.

"Old Wang, take it easy, don't actually break someone's bones."

"Yeah, if this kid goes around saying bad things, our Falcon Wing's reputation will be ruined."

"Haha, Brother Wang knows what he's doing." A student with high cheekbones sneered, it was Yang Jing, whose wrist Zhou Kai had twisted earlier. "But speaking of which, coming here to practice martial arts... is it appropriate to break a few bones?"

Du Feng felt even more disgusted by these people's rubbish. He looked at Ma Yifan, who was at a loss on the field, with a face full of worry.

Among the students on the first floor, Wang Jinquan's strength is considered top-notch.

I heard that he is considered to be among the most likely to become a formal disciple before autumn this year.

He was no match for him at all... Only when Senior Brother Chen was around did he dare to say a few tough words.

I don't know where Senior Brother Chen has gone now, sigh...

……

"Hit me? Move me?"

"Are you scared out of your wits? Don't just stand there like a hen!"

Startled by the shout, Ma Yifan had no choice but to grit his teeth and launch a stiff attack.

Wang Jinquan didn't move an inch, showing no intention of sparring with him according to the rules. He casually lifted his leg and tripped Ma Yifan's feet, his muscular upper body directly ramming into him.

Boom!
A muffled thud, like a sandbag being struck by brute force.

Ma Yifan was knocked off his feet, gasped for breath, felt dizzy, and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Jinquan let out a sneer.

I never expected that a casual bump would cripple this kid.

too weak.

The excruciating physical pain and the public humiliation.

This made Ma Yifan's face contort in embarrassment.

He cried out in shame and indignation, "This isn't fair! The quiz isn't like this!"

Wang Jinquan, however, didn't care at all and sneered, "Useless trash, you think you can be a student and get free martial arts training with this little skill?"

"Don't take Chen Ping's standards as our rules!"

"There's more and more garbage...it's just a waste of resources!"

As he said this, his eyes glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Du Feng and the students who were at a similar level to Du Feng.

Those who were swept away felt their faces burning, but could only clench their fists, daring not to speak out in anger.

The resources that Falcon Wing allocates to its trainees are limited; the more people there are, the less each person receives.

Unless one can truly become an apprentice and shed the student status... this contradiction will always exist.

"Get out of here, you're not qualified!"

Wang Jinquan raised his foot, about to step on Ma Yifan's shoulder.

Ma Yifan struggled to get away, but he couldn't stand up at all. He could only grit his teeth and close his eyes.

And in that very instant...

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Just as Wang Jinquan's foot was about to step down, a figure flashed by.

A soft sound, almost inaudible.

Wang Jinquan's raised leg suddenly went weak, and he collapsed to his knees like a poorly made statue whose base had been smashed!

"He's already lost, there's no need to fight anymore, right?"

Zhou Kai reached out and pulled Ma Yifan up, his expression indifferent as he looked down at Wang Jinquan, who was kneeling on the ground.

The surrounding students were deathly silent.

Wang Jinquan...was beaten to his knees? By a member?
A new member who's only been here for less than a month and hasn't even learned all the fighting techniques?

Someone recognized Zhou Kai and muttered subconsciously, "Isn't this... the kid that Senior Brother Chen has been giving special training to recently? Could there really be something going on?"

Upon seeing this, Yang Jing and Chi Wen's eyebrows immediately shot up. As they walked towards them, they shouted angrily, "You brat, it's you again! How dare you ambush Brother Wang?"

"Chen Ping isn't here, and you still dare to act so arrogantly?"

Having suffered a loss last time, Yang Jing was determined not to let this opportunity slip by.

He called to his companions, and they had already surrounded Zhou Kai completely.

"roll!"

It was Wang Jinquan who spoke.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot as he slowly stood up.

Chi Wen looked puzzled: "Brother Wang, what are you doing..."

Wang Jinquan ignored him, his anger gradually fading, replaced by a sinister grin as he stared intently at Zhou Kai.

"Hey kid, I remember you were in line just now, right?"

"very good!"

"I can pretend that you ambushed me."

"But the prerequisite is... you have to pass the quiz."

"From my hands."

(End of this chapter)