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

The conflict between Wu Sheng and the trainee named Xue Yufeng quickly spread throughout the training ground.

The news exploded like a thunderbolt on the training ground, instantly creating quite a stir in what was originally a calm training ground.

Things happened too suddenly. No one expected that Wu Sheng, who usually seemed to have little presence, or rather, seemed harmless and taciturn, would suddenly become so tough, turning hostile at the slightest disagreement—even threatening to cripple Xue Yufeng.

"Good heavens, this Wu Sheng is way too arrogant!"

"What exactly happened? How did a few words escalate into this?"

"We martial arts practitioners are all hot-blooded and have a bit of a temper."

"Anyway, whatever it is, it has nothing to do with us. We'll just watch the show."

"That's right, let's watch the show!"

Inside the training ground, many people were discussing the matter, and all sorts of rumors were flying around.

Not everyone is a busybody.

There's really nothing interesting to watch at this training ground on ordinary days.

Wu Sheng and Xue Yufeng were both top-ranking figures in the training field, so this conflict between them naturally attracted a lot of attention!

……

At this moment, the atmosphere in Liu Zhen's "top eight circle" was quite different.

Xue Yufeng's face turned ashen, his eyes filled with resentment and venom. He never expected that Wu Sheng would dare to point his finger at him and say he would cripple him in front of everyone.

"Damn it! This bastard from out of town dares to be so arrogant towards me!" Xue Yufeng cursed, his chest heaving violently. "Fine! I'll see how he cripples me—let's see if he cripples me, or if I cripple him first!"

Ellis and the others also frowned slightly. Wu Sheng's words had made them all very unhappy.

They're now a small clique, somewhat united in their hatred of Wu Sheng. For Wu Sheng to say he'd cripple Xue Yufeng to their faces—wasn't that a slap in the face to all of them?

Liu Zhen then stepped in to smooth things over: "Calm down, calm down. It's not worth getting so angry over something like this. I'll try to talk to Wu Sheng and see if there's some misunderstanding—it would be bad if this affected our relationship."

That's a nice way to put it, but that's all. It only serves to make Liu Zhen put on a show; it has no real effect on easing the tension between Wu Sheng and Xue Yufeng.

"If you want to talk, go say it yourself!" Xue Yufeng was furious and yelled at Liu Zhen, "Let me tell you, Liu Zhen, your interference won't help! I'm not done with Wu Sheng, and someone has to pay the price!"

Ellis and the others said, "Alright, Liu Zhen, don't worry about this. That Wu Sheng has been at odds with us from the beginning. Since he doesn't like us, we don't need to be polite to him. We'll have Yu Feng cripple him and teach him a lesson."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhen could only sigh helplessly and said no more.

……

On the other side, Zhao Dele and his group walked quickly toward Wu Sheng.

"Mr. Wu, what happened? How did it get like this?" Zhao Dele asked.

Wu Sheng shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of mockery, disdain, and clarity: "It's simply that they don't like me, and I don't like them either."

Zhao Dele frowned, seemingly thinking of a solution.

Seeing this, Wu Sheng patted him on the shoulder: "We are us, and they are them. Within this martial arts academy, there is a fundamental conflict of interest among us—a conflict that cannot be resolved by ordinary means."

He paused, then said calmly but firmly, "If neither side is willing to back down, there will only be one outcome. So this battle is inevitable sooner or later."

Zhao Dele raised his head, seemingly lost in thought.

He had previously tried to solve problems using interpersonal skills and social etiquette, which he considered his strength. But now, after hearing what Wu Sheng said, he realized that some problems could not be solved by interpersonal skills and social etiquette—or rather, there was no proper solution at all, and the only outcome was the defeat of one side.

Upon hearing this, the others in Suoguli seemed to be deep in thought.

Wu Sheng saw these things very clearly.

The conflict between them is essentially a conflict between social classes. This cannot be resolved through personal relationships or social niceties.

Moreover, what kind of world is this? It's a world with fantastical elements, a world where the strong prey on the weak. Human relationships and social niceties can be discussed, no problem. But ultimately, it's all about who has the bigger fist.

Since they dislike each other, let's have a fight. Whoever has the bigger fist is right.

……

The afternoon flew by.

Just as everyone was about to leave the training ground, Liu Zhen approached Wu Sheng.

"Brother Wu Sheng."

Wu Sheng looked at him but didn't say anything.

Liu Zhen walked over, a smile on his face as always: "Brother Wu, look at what's happened today—it's such a small matter, why did it escalate like this? We're all students from the same academy, why make such a fuss?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "How about this, if you have time, I'll organize a dinner party tonight, and we can go out for a meal. I'll put in a good word for you two then."

Wu Sheng said calmly, his attitude clear: "No need. This is a feud between him and me, it has nothing to do with you."

Liu Zhen reached out and patted Wu Sheng on the shoulder, looking like he was speaking from the heart: "Hey, Brother Wu Sheng, to be honest, Xue Yufeng was a bit rude. But he's just a bit arrogant and speaks his mind, so don't take it to heart."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more "fair": "But honestly, Brother Wu, you've gone too far..."

Liu Zhen first pointed out Xue Yufeng's faults, but then, like a county magistrate judging a case, he began to talk about Wu Sheng's faults—giving both sides equal blame.

Wu Sheng looked at him and suddenly smiled.

He raised his hand and moved Liu Zhen's hand away from his shoulder.

"Liu Zhen, I'll reiterate—this has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?"

He paused, looking directly into Liu Zhen's eyes: "Or is it that this matter is actually related to you? You were involved too?"

That gaze was cold.

The cold made Liu Zhen's heart skip a beat, and he felt inexplicably guilty.

He quickly adopted a "good guy" look, caught in the middle and not in a good position, waving his hands repeatedly: "Okay, okay! I was too talkative, I'll reflect on it! I won't interfere in your affairs anymore, do whatever you want—anyway, I'm not the one who'll suffer."

Wu Sheng said no more and turned to walk towards the cafeteria.

Watching Wu Sheng's retreating figure, a hint of displeasure flashed in Liu Zhen's eyes.

This scene was witnessed by Zhao Dele and his group, who were not far away.

Zhao Dele whispered to the Suoguli men beside him, "I'll try to find out from some friends what's going on. Even if it's true, as Brother Wu said, that there's a class conflict between the two sides—I don't believe that these guys who are usually so good at pretending would suddenly turn on Brother Wu without any conflict happening."

Chapter update reminder: Chapter 77 Turmoil, Suspicion, Reading address.