Chapter 522: Chapter 297: Is This Going to Be a Morality Play?
(I havenât looked at the book review section for several days now, so go ahead and insult me all you want, â_â. Also, the climax of this volume is coming soon, so I can finally say it officially.)
Rong Cheng approached with an excited face.
âSenior Artwood!â
This was one of the Five Heavenly Kings of the Fighting Club, a true star student and a senior who could represent Dingchuan Academy in inter-campus exchanges.
His strength was undoubtedly formidable!
One could say that Artwoodâs arrival was like an adrenaline shot for the members of the Fighting Club.
They were eager to show off in front of the helmsman of the Fighting Club, they wanted to show the Thunderstorm Heavenly King what kind of talent they could mold.
Rong Cheng wasnât familiar with Artwood, but that didnât stop him from being well-acquainted with the name.
What a great opportunity!
Rong Cheng was secretly thrilled and cast a subtle glance at Kong Xiong next to him.
Kong Xiong was a sophomore, and his boss was none other than Artwood!
The kid had really pulled in some strong support under the radar!
So, looking at it this way, the one who could break the current deadlock had probably truly appeared.
With Artwoodâs status and strength, he might be able to completely overrun these folks.
Was the Fighting Club about to expand its accessible resources once more?
With excitement in his eyes, Rong Cheng gestured for Kong Xiong to step forward.
Seeing his own boss, Kong Xiong was also very excited, so he directly approached the young man with the purple pupils.
To the seniors, this scene couldnât be more normal, but to the onlooking crowd, they were incredibly curious about this young man.
âWho exactly is he?â
The same question surfaced in every newcomerâs heart.
Finally, after Rong Cheng let out a hearty laugh, people heard the title he used.
âBeing able to meet one of the pillars of the Fighting Club, one of the Five Heavenly Kings, the Thunderstorm Heavenly King, Senior Artwood, is an honor for me, Rong Cheng!â
The Five Heavenly Kings of the Fighting Department.
Were they referring to the young man right before their eyes?
The new students, unsure about which club to join, had fiery looks in their eyes.
Mu Fan didnât make a move, so the people behind him didnât do anything either.
Apart from Bing Su, who as a sophomore, knew of Artwoodâs renown, the others showed no reaction whatsoever.
Perhaps they didnât yet realize the terror of this personâŠ
The worry in Bing Suâs eyes deepened.
White Hair looked curiously at the chubby kid next to him.
Harryâs eyes sparkled with fury, his teeth chattering as he gnawed.
He fixed his glare on the youth who was slowly approaching⊠and the person next to him!
Yes, he was not looking at Artwood but at Feng Xin who followed behind Artwood!
The chubby kid would never forget that face in four years time.
The person who had repeatedly slapped his face, swollen it, and beaten him to the point of vomiting blood was Feng Xin!
But in the end, it was Mu Fan who had snapped his fingers right in front of him, and the person who appeared afterward was Artwood.
It was them again!
The hate in the chubby kidâs eyes was unmistakable.
The timid chubby kid was always vengeful, and now that they had shown up again, he was determined to fight these people even if he was beaten down once more.
And in his hand, he still held the photo of the opponent swollen and lying on the ground, ready to throw out this âkilling deviceâ if the situation turned dire.
Feng Xinâs fingers were wrapped in white bandages, but as he walked, his steps were vigorous, and there was no sign of injury at all.
Following Artwoodâs gaze, he also saw Mu Fan.
Initially, hatred flashed in his eyes, then joy, and finally, he lowered his head.
His hand had just healed, and the culprit was that young man in black, but he dared not curse out loud.
Only he understood that manâs brutality.
However, given the current situation, the elite from the Fighting Club had followed him here.
So⊠heh heh, youâll get whatâs coming to you!
Artwood was now the boss on the scene, patiently awaiting orders from his own leader.
Artwoodâs gaze finally moved away from Mu Fan,
Looking at Kong Xiong, whose face was filled with anticipation.
Everyone in the venue was watching this scene as wellâŠ
They were eager to see what would happen next.
A campus brawl involving more than two hundred people?
And it was a thrilling showdown between the Fighting Club and the special recruitment students?
âBoss, youâve arrived just in time. Those freshmen are too arrogant, how should we handle them?â Kong Xiong first gave Rong Cheng a look to signal that he would speak, then with a smile creeping onto his face, he approached.
Artwood came to a stop, not acknowledging the greeting that Rong Cheng had just given him.
Instead, he gazed at one of his key subordinates and asked plainly, âWhy did you leave the recruitment station?â
Huh!?
Eh?
That wasnât the response anyone was expecting from Artwood.
Kong Xiong and Rong Cheng both didnât anticipate it.
Clearly reinforcements had arrived, so why ask such a question?
Kong Xiong, as brawny as he was, seemed like a mere chick in front of Artwood. He didnât dare defy his bossâs wishes. His eyes surreptitiously flicked towards Rong Cheng, considering the benefits that Rong Cheng had promised him, his heart was still ablaze with greed.
âIsnât it because Young Master Rong needed manpower here, and also because our people were attacked?â
Artwoodâs purple pupils swept over Rong Cheng once more, still not acknowledging the otherâs attempt to ingratiate. His response was cold and concise, âGo back.â
âBut, they just insulted the Fighting ClubâŠâ
âGo back.â His tone was just as indifferent, brooking no discussion, and carried a hint of impatience.
Kong Xiong was stunned. What was going on with their boss?
With everyone here, all it would take to settle this situation was to quell the others and then rough up that young man in black to end it all.
âButâŠâ
Recalling the benefits Rong Cheng had offered, if he only thought of staying on Blue Capital Star after graduation, Rong Cheng would be an indispensable support. Thus, he mustered up the courage to speak again.
However, just as he barely began to say âbut,â Artwood suddenly lifted a foot and viciously kicked out.
The kick was so swift it left afterimages, and before Kong Xiongâs body could lean back more than ten centimeters, the kick landed heavily on his stomach.
The disparity in strength was starkâKong Xiong emitted a pained howl from his throat as he was sent flying five meters through the air before crashing down hard.
The person in charge of recruiting for the Fighting Club, who arrived with an unrivaled attitude leading a hundred or so Fighting Club members, now lay with arms extended, trembling, unable to prop himself up.
Evidently, the kick had been incredibly fierce.
The change in the scene happened so rapidly it short-circuited everyoneâs brains.
White Hair, who had a typically aloof expression, was utterly dumbfounded: âHoly shit, is this turning into a soap opera?â
Beside him, Feng Xin, who had been excitedly ready to call for a fight, felt a jolt of electricity down his spine. He shuddered and quickly lowered his head to hide the shock in his eyes.
What was wrong with the boss?
Yeah, what was going on with Senior Artwood?
That was what everyone wanted to know now!