I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Seven or eight male students and a few female students around them burst into laughter, and some clapped, as if they were watching a farcical segment of Wardwell's cabaret show.

Looking at the unrestrained smiles of these people, Evan felt as calm as a stagnant pool.

Classic American bullying has returned.

These prestigious universities have a strict hierarchy, and the competition between them is brutal and undisguised.

A large number of wealthy children and middle-class students are desperately trying to maintain their dignity and social circles.

Fraternities, private parties, bullying, isolation—these things, like Latin and chemical equations, are essential courses in college life.

It's obvious that standing out in Professor Mons' class yesterday has touched a nerve with these people.

A poor student wearing a patched jacket and a lowly person with syphilis dared to stand up and talk eloquently when they couldn't answer.

This is even more unforgivable than cheating on an exam.

As soon as LeBon finished speaking, Evan suddenly felt a gust of wind on his back.

Someone pounced on me from behind.

A thick, strong hand suddenly grabbed the strap of his backpack, with such force that it seemed to pull him down.

Ivan had sensed it long ago.

His hearing, enhanced by two aspirin reversals, is more acute than that of a normal person.

I could barely make out the sound of the person's leather shoes on the marble floor as they approached from behind, and the frequency of their heavy breathing.

He instinctively pulled his schoolbag back.

Tear!

The immense force of the resistance snapped one of the backpack straps off.

The sound of the canvas tearing was particularly jarring in the hall, revealing the grayish-white cotton thread underneath.

Ivan turned his head to look.

A blond youth, as strong as a wall, stood behind him, clutching half of the broken suspender strap in his hand, a sinister grin still lingering on his face.

Thomson.

A famous rookie on the first-year rugby team, he is said to be able to push the training sled by himself.

His shoulders were as broad as a wardrobe, his neck as thick as his head, and the buttons on his school uniform shirt were so tight at his chest that they were about to pop open.

"What are you doing!"

Evan shouted, and at the same time quickly put his backpack behind him with both hands.

Snatching schoolbags and tearing up notebooks and textbooks are the most common forms of bullying here.

For a poor student, a notebook represents half a semester's worth of hard work. If it's ruined, it's ruined. There's no money to buy a new one, nor the time or connections to copy it again.

A hint of surprise flashed across Thomson's face.

He never expected that this sickly boy, who had vomited from running just a few days ago, would be strong enough to pull the schoolbag back from his hands.

The force of that confrontation was unlike that of a drug trial student.

But it was clear that these people came prepared.

Today, I'm determined to embarrass Evan in front of everyone.

Just as Evan took a step back, two people suddenly pounced on him from both sides.

A tattered blanket fell from the sky and covered them from above.

A rough, stiff blanket covered his head and upper body, instantly plunging his vision into darkness.

The blanket smelled musty and sweaty, and the fibers pricked my face, causing itching and pain.

He lost his sense of direction.

Then three pairs of thick arms simultaneously wrapped around him from three directions, like three iron hoops, locking him and the blanket tightly in place.

The arm strength of a rugby player is no joke; Evan felt like he was stuffed into an iron barrel and couldn't move.

"Hahaha! LeBon! Hurry!"

Laughter came from outside the blanket, tinged with excitement and malice.

Ivan struggled violently in the darkness, and then he saw.

A tube protruded from the hem of the blanket.

It is made of bronze, slender, and resembles the mouthpiece of a pipe.

Ivan's pupils contracted sharply. He knew immediately what it was.

The next second, he suddenly held his breath.

A thick plume of smoke billowed from the pipe, quickly spreading throughout the enclosed space enclosed by the blanket.

Chapter 14: Unrestricted Fighting Techniques

The pungent smell of tobacco mixed with something even more acrid made Ivan's eyes instantly well up with tears.

A burst of wild laughter erupted outside the blanket.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Let the boy with prostitute disease taste the flavor of smoked meat!"

Laughter echoed in the marble hall, sharp and piercing.

Inside the blanket, Evan's eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs filled with blood vessels.

It wasn't because of the smoke.

It's because of anger.

His 1.003 physique made him no match for the three rugby players.

Their thick arms crossed and wrapped around him, as if they had tied him up tightly with rope, and every struggle was suppressed by an even greater force.

But anger aside, the brain simply stopped functioning.

The 29-year-old soul on Earth had experience in the underworld and was quite skilled in street fighting.

Furthermore, he had actually practiced unrestricted combat for a period of time.

During the struggle, he had roughly figured out the positions of the three people and the direction of their force.

Both arms were restrained, making it impossible to exert any force.

But the palm can move.

In the next instant, his right hand quickly groped around in the confined space, and his fingertips touched a soft, spherical part.

He gripped it tightly.

Then twist it hard.

"Ahhhhh!!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out from his right, the voice so high-pitched it was almost distorted, like Tom the cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The encirclement formed by the three arms suddenly broke open, and the power on the right side vanished abruptly.

Ivan did not hesitate at all.

He raised his right foot, aimed it at the instep of the person on his left, and stomped down hard with the heel of the hard leather shoe that Old Tom had just repaired.

All of my weight, plus my anger, was concentrated on that one spot.

"Damn it! My shoes! My feet!"

Another scream.

The two men released their grip, and the encirclement completely collapsed.

Taking advantage of the moment, Evan opened his mouth and let out a wild, beast-like howl from the deepest part of his chest.

"Awoo!"

The sound didn't seem to come from a human throat.

Sharp, insane, and full of reckless aggression.

This is a technique from unrestricted combat: in street fights, a sufficiently frenzied howl is often more effective than a punch in deterring an opponent.

Because normal people don't make that kind of sound; only truly reckless madmen would.

The actual roaring effect was much better than Ivan had expected.

The brain damage caused by the drug trial seemed to have left Ivan's brains a bit foggy, rendering his roar utterly devoid of any authority.

Instead, it was filled with the bizarre and the insane.

The last person's arm loosened.

Ivan yanked off the blanket, and cold air and light rushed in at the same time.

His hair was sticking up in a tangled mess from static electricity, his face was flushed red, and his eyes were bloodshot, making him look like a demon who had just crawled out of hell.

His gaze instantly locked onto LeBon.

The blond youth in the light blue shirt was squatting two steps away, still clutching the copper pipe in his hand, his lips close to the pipe's opening, the smile on his face still lingering.

Ivan raised the heavy backpack full of textbooks with both hands and slammed it down on LeBon's head like a sledgehammer.

"die!"

The chemistry textbook, physics textbook, notebook, and tin pencil case in the schoolbag weighed at least ten pounds (a unit of measurement; from now on, one pound equals one jin).

boom!

A muffled thud.

The bottom of the backpack was right in front of LeBon's forehead.

The copper pipe flew out of his hand and bounced twice on the marble floor.

LeBon let out a short scream, covered his forehead with both hands and squatted down, blood seeping from between his fingers.