No one can be a dog licker

Listening to the cheers coming one after another, not only Su Tingxu felt uncomfortable, but Yuan Que also felt uncomfortable.

Everyone wants to save face. As more and more students gathered, Su Tingxu could not admit defeat even for the sake of his face.

He repeatedly swung his fist at Su Tingxu's face, not just for the purpose of humiliating him, but because if he did it somewhere else, it would be easy for Su Tingxu to take advantage of his vision and counterattack.

Furthermore, due to the difference in strength and physical foundation, even if Yuan Que's fist could land on Su Tingxu's chest, it would be difficult to cause actual serious damage.

This also confirms the unshakable rule that "the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts"!

Therefore, the longer the time dragged on, the more likely Yuan Que would be defeated. Although he tried to make Su Tingxu feel pain with his fists, it was far from easy to force him to admit defeat.

Therefore, he could only keep attacking Su Tingxu's face. If he had not been concerned about Wang Er's possible intervention, he would have already aimed at Su Tingxu's lower body and launched a more fierce attack.

With a "pop" sound, Su Tingxu was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and finally found an opening under Yuan Que's fist that was as fast as the wind.

All the muscles in Su Tingxu's body seemed to be activated instantly, and he suddenly grabbed Yuan Que's fist that was like a hammer.

"Second generation rich boy, do you think you can beat me like this?" Yuan Que had a smile on his face, but his eyes were flashing with ferocity and determination.

He tried to break free from Su Tingxu's restraints, but found that the other party was incredibly strong and he could not move at all.

Su Tingxu's eyes lit up, he tightly grasped Yuan Que's fist, and whispered: "Should I be the one telling you this? A mediocre kung fu is nothing in the face of absolute power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Tingxu's body shot up like an arrow and kicked Yuan Que in the abdomen at a high speed.

With this kick, he gathered all his strength and speed, and the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Yuan Que's face changed drastically when he saw this. He tried to dodge, but the distance was too close and Su Tingxu's speed was too fast. He could only watch the kick getting closer and closer.

With a loud "bang", Yuan Que's body was kicked backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to stand up, but the severe pain in his abdomen made it almost impossible for him to move. He could only lie on the ground and gasp for breath.

The students around them cried out in surprise when they saw this. They had not expected that this seemingly evenly matched battle would take such a dramatic turn in an instant.

Su Tingxu was furious and his steps were heavy and hurried.

With excited and happy eyes, he shot straight at Yuan Que who was lying on the ground. Yuan Que was bleeding from the corner of his lips and looked particularly embarrassed, but he raised his head stubbornly and still looked back at Su Tingxu with a provocative look.

"Huh, do you think this is the end of it?"

Su Tingxu growled, and continued to move forward without stopping, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger on that punch.

He intended to punch Yuan Que in the face again as revenge for the beating that left his face swollen like a pig.

At this critical moment, Lei Zhizhi's figure was like a solid barrier, blocking Su Tingxu firmly.

He stretched out a hand and gently pressed it on Su Tingxu's chest. The force was neither too strong nor weak.

"Mr. Su, calm down and listen to me." Lei Zhizhi's voice was soft and sincere.

"To be honest, the punches he gave you weren't that hard. But the kick you gave me just now really didn't hold back at all. If you do it again, it's really unacceptable."

Su Tingxu looked at Lei Zhizhi and became extremely angry. He was used to being a good guy and now he was being meddled.

Although what he said made sense, he still couldn't hide his dissatisfaction in his words: "Why are you everywhere? Lei Zhizhi, aren't you tired?"

Lei Zhizhi smiled slightly, that smile was full of understanding and tolerance:

"Master Su, I don't want to see you really beat him up because of an impulse. You know his reputation, and if that happens, it will be like a dog-skin plaster that sticks to you completely."

At this time, Wang Er, who was standing by, also joined in the dissuasion. He patted Su Tingxu on the back with a bright smile on his face:

"Okay, Xiao Su, Master Su! If you really don't have enough, let's go to the martial arts training room. I'll fight with you and let you have a good fight. How about that?"

Su Tingxu looked at Yuan Que lying on the ground, then glared at Lei Zhizhi, then obediently left with Wang Er. Seeing that there was nothing good to watch, the students quickly dispersed.

Only then did Lei Zhizhi turn around and squat down, asking Yuanque with concern: "How is it? Can you get up?" Then he stretched out his hand to help Yuanque up.

However, Yuan Que's reaction was beyond his expectations.

Yuan Que suddenly waved his hand and slapped away the hand that Lei Zhizhi stretched out, muttering, "I see you are really idle, meddling in other people's business! Ahem... you made me miss the chance to blackmail him to death."

Yuan Que spoke stubbornly while standing up with the help of the wall.

After he managed to stand firmly on his feet, he moved step by step towards the meditation room, completely ignoring Lei Zhizhi who was standing beside him.

Lei Zhizhi stood aside and witnessed it all, feeling mixed emotions.

He shook his head slightly, a wry smile on his face, and said to himself, "It's really hard to be a good person these days."

He simply followed Yuan Que into the meditation room, found a place to sit cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to immerse himself in the practice of the technique.

Yuan Que slowly walked to Wu Baitian's side. He tried to calm his breathing, then reached out and gently wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough cough..." Although he tried his best to restrain himself, a violent coughing still involuntarily broke the silence around him.

Wu Baitian immediately reached out and touched his chest, carefully checking his injuries.

She slid her fingers gently over Yuan Que's chest, feeling the beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his pulse. She said calmly, "Your chest is fine. Where's the injury?"

Yuan Que shook his head gently: "I'm fine, just a little injured."

Wu Baitian frowned and said in a slightly stern tone, "Just tell me when I ask you. Do you really want me to touch you all over?"

"It's really okay, I just got kicked in the abdomen." Yuan Que added.

Wu Baitian immediately removed his hand from Yuan Que's chest and pressed on his abdomen with just the right amount of force:

"Intra-abdominal bleeding, fortunately it's not too bad. Since Su Tingxu always likes to use his feet, you might as well wrap the steel around your stomach next time and see how he kicks!"

After he finished speaking, Wu Baitian seemed to have finally let out a sigh of relief, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Then, she slowly stood up and suggested, "Let's go to your house, I'll help you deal with it, so you don't have to go to the hospital and spend money."

"Ah? Didn't you say everything was fine?" Yuan Que looked hesitant when he heard that Wu Baitian was going to his house.

However, Wu Baitian did not take Yuan Que's concerns into consideration and urged, "Help me, hurry up!"

"Ah... OK, OK." Yuan Que responded quickly, stood up, and carefully helped Wu Baitian walk out.

As the two were walking, Yuan Que suddenly realized from the pain in his body, wasn't I the one who was injured?