Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

Wu Sheng's offensive did not stop. His gaze swept over Liao Xing, Wang An, and Yan Liang, and his words were sharp as a whip:

"What kind of trash are you all? Do you really think others can't see through your filthy thoughts? You're useless, not focusing on body tempering, all you do is scheme and try to curry favor with the instructors! Today the test results came out, and you're feeling resentful because others have improved faster than you, right? So you come up with these despicable methods to trip them up and hold them back!"

He scoffed, "Guiding us? With your shoddy, cobbled-together skills? We won't learn a thing or two, just wasting our time. And you? You disgust people, put on a show of success in front of Master Guo, and might even get a free late-night snack! Pretty clever of you!"

With their deepest schemes completely exposed, Liao Xing and the others blushed and paled in turns, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Yan Liang tried to salvage the situation, forcing a smile: "Mr. Wu, what you're saying is too harsh. We were just trying to help everyone..."

"Kindness?" Wu Sheng interrupted rudely. "Keep your 'kindness' for yourselves!"

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Liao Xing became enraged and pointed at Wu Sheng, threatening, "You—you try leaving! When Master Guo arrives, let's see how you explain yourself!"

"I'll be waiting."

Wu Sheng, too lazy to waste any more words, turned to Mo Han and said, "Let's go."

Amidst a cacophony of complex gazes, the two left the training ground without looking back.

Not far away, Mo Han lowered his voice, his voice tinged with worry: "Wu Sheng, if we keep pushing like this, what if they go to Master Guo and exaggerate things..."

"Trouble is unavoidable." Wu Sheng's gaze was calm, but his voice carried a resolute tone. "If we don't confront them today, they'll only escalate their actions tomorrow. Some boils need to be popped. If Master Guo really causes trouble because of this..."

He paused, then spoke with absolute certainty:

"I will take full responsibility."

Wu Sheng was not a reckless or impulsive person. His tough stance today was precisely to avoid endless trouble in the future. He knew very well that in this dog-eat-dog world at the bottom, when facing someone like Liao Xing, so-called cultivation and composure would only be seen as weakness and vulnerability.

The best way to deal with a vicious dog is to break its fangs the first time it bares its teeth.

Night swallowed their figures, and the noise in the training field gradually subsided, but a storm seemed to be brewing quietly under the seemingly calm night.

After Wu Sheng and Mo Han left, most of the hesitant people on the training field stopped paying attention to Liao Xing and his group's shouts and gradually dispersed. The few who remained were not necessarily convinced by Liao Xing's words; they simply wanted to wait for Guo Hui to arrive so they could perhaps learn a few bits and pieces.

Soon, Guo Hui strolled over, and seeing only a few scattered people, he frowned and looked at Liao Xing who was coming to greet him: "Didn't you say many people wanted to train? Is this all?"

Liao Xing and the others immediately surrounded him, chattering and complaining:

"Master Guo, it's all because of that Wu student!"

"We kindly tried to get everyone to practice together, but he not only didn't appreciate it, he also swore at us and almost hit us!"

"He completely disregarded your arrangements, leaving without a second thought—he's incredibly arrogant!"

The group, one after another, disguised the forceful order as well-intentioned advice, and forcibly labeled Wu's departure as "disrespect for teachers."

Guo Hui listened, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper: "Wu Sheng? That kid who's ranked fourth in punching power? Ha, just because he has a little talent he thinks he's all that? I've seen plenty of troublemakers like him." He snorted coldly, "We'll talk after we finish training. I'm going to check on the dorm."

……

Late at night, the sound of snoring could be heard in the dormitory.

Wu Sheng had fallen asleep, his consciousness hazy with exhaustion. However, a deliberately raised, provocative shout, like a cold awl, suddenly pierced his dream.

"Mr. Wu!"

"Mr. Wu!!"

"Wu Sheng—!!"

The sounds grew louder and louder, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet dormitory.

The dormitory door was pushed open, and Liao Xing led Guo Hui in. Seeing that Wu Sheng was still fast asleep in bed, Liao Xing's eyes flashed with pleasure. He immediately shouted at the top of his lungs in front of Guo Hui, determined to wake Wu Sheng up completely.

Wang An covered his mouth and chuckled to himself. Yan Liang's lips also curled into a cold smile, though he concealed it somewhat better. Only Zhang Lin looked embarrassed, hesitant to speak.

When Guo Hui entered the room and saw that everyone was already asleep, his expression had softened somewhat. However, Liao Xing's shouts had already begun. He opened his mouth, but ultimately did not speak to stop him.

The sudden commotion woke everyone in the dormitory. Still sleepy, they looked towards the door with a mixture of confusion and anger.

Wu Sheng was abruptly dragged from his deep sleep, the sudden awakening bringing a wave of dizziness and intense irritation. He opened his eyes, his face terrifyingly grim in the dim light.

This was exactly what Liao Xing wanted. He proudly raised his chin and pointed at Wu Sheng: "Wu Sheng! Weren't you arrogant? Didn't you say you were waiting for Master Guo? Master Guo is here now! Let's see what you have to say now!"

Wu Sheng didn't say a word, threw off the thin blanket, and got out of bed. His movements were slow, even somewhat slow. His gaze swept over Liao Xing, who was beaming with pride, and then landed on Guo Hui, whose expression was inscrutable. Finally, that terrifying calm enveloped him once again.

Mohan sensed the dangerous aura emanating from Wu Sheng and quickly tugged at his sleeve from behind.

Wu Sheng did not respond. He simply took a step, steady yet carrying an invisible pressure, and walked up to Liao Xing.

Liao Xing, with his nose in the air and chin held even higher, displayed an air of arrogance and absolute confidence. He was certain that in front of Master Guo, Wu Sheng would never dare to be as presumptuous as he had been during the day. As long as Wu Sheng showed the slightest sign of weakness or offered an explanation, he would have completely overpowered him.

The dormitory was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on Wu Sheng, some with sympathy, some with worry, and most with schadenfreude—everyone could see that Guo Hui, having been invited by Liao Xing, had already sided with him. Tonight, Wu Sheng was likely to suffer a great loss.

Just as Liao Xing's face was about to overflow with smugness—

call!

A sudden gust of wind arose from the fist! The sharp whistling sound that tore through the air was short and fierce!

A fist rapidly enlarged in Liao Xing's suddenly shrank pupils! This punch wasn't particularly skillful, nor was its speed imperceptible to the naked eye, but for Liao Xing, who was completely unprepared and immersed in the fantasy of victory, it was already too fast!

boom!

A dull thud resounded!

To everyone's astonishment, Wu Sheng's fist slammed into Liao Xing's nose! The force was fierce and merciless!

"Ugh—!"

Before Liao Xing could even retreat, the punch sent him flying backward, crashing onto the hard ground. A sharp pain, accompanied by a tingling numbness, exploded within him, and warm liquid gushed from his nose. He instinctively covered his face, blood seeping through his fingers, and a pig-like scream pierced his throat, echoing mournfully through the dormitory.