Supreme God Emperor - V1C14
Chapter 14
Misfits
Mu Yun felt a twinge of annoyance as he approached the podium. In his past life, he had confidently stood before students, eager to learn his teaching, but now, looking at the misfit students who had bullied this body for years, he felt a lack of patience and kindness. Nevertheless, for now, he had no choice but to teach them; this would have to suffice for a while. He didn’t anticipate any challenges he couldn't handle, anyway.
"Listen up, everyone! I don't care about your past experiences, but starting today, you need to pay attention in my class. This is my domain. If you misbehave, don’t expect me to go easy on you!"
Even though Mu Yun tried to warn them, he realized that before he could finish speaking, several students in the audience had already dozed off. It seemed they still viewed him as the same Mu Yun from before, unaware of the seriousness of his message.
“Mmm?”
“What’s that smell?”
“Hey! Why is there suddenly a wonderful fragrance in the air?”
A few students stirred as an appealing aroma wafted through the classroom. Up front, Mu Yun was grinding two seemingly ordinary herbs together, creating that distinctive scent.
Gradually, more than a dozen students began to wake up and, upon seeing Mu Yun’s strange behavior, found him dull and drifted back to sleep.
However, those who tried to doze off again quickly realized something was wrong. Their heavy eyelids felt as if they couldn't close!
“Thinking you can sleep during my class and dream?” Mu Yun laughed at their struggle.
“Why are tears streaming down my face when all I want to do is sleep?” a student gasped in surprise.
“Me too!” another yelled.
The classroom erupted in confusion, and as they watched Mu Yun's mischievous grin, realization dawned on them.
"Are you sure you want to sleep? You should at least be alert for this class. You need to focus while you're here!" he announced with an authoritative tone.
Across the classroom, over thirty students were baffled. However, Miao Xianyu's eyes widened in understanding. She recognized the two herbs in Mu Yun’s hands: Yew Fir and Sadness Grass.
The Yew Fir released a scent that promoted sleep, while the Sadness Grass stirred feelings of melancholy. Together, they formed an intriguing mix that made people drowsy. She hadn't expected that the combination would have such an effect!
"Teacher Mu, what are you doing?" Mo Yang exclaimed, standing up with fury in his eyes. He had been sleeping, but, disturbed by Mu Yun's actions, tears streamed down from his closed eyes, indicating his distress.
"Mo Yang, mind your words. I’m your teacher, and it’s best for you to listen in my class!" Mu Yun said, crossing his arms and remaining unfazed.
Seeing Mu Yun's arrogance today, Mo Yang felt a surge of anger. Normally, in Mu Yun's class, everyone would be drowsy and bored, often teasing him for fun. However, he didn’t expect Mu Yun to be provocative today.
"I’ll call you teacher Mu, but if you disturb my sleep again, I might just make you give a lecture lying down under the podium. Do you think I won’t?" Mo Yang declared, feeling triumphant.
Mo Yang was confident that his words would remind Mu Yun to behave and stop disrupting his sleep. But just as Mo Yang finished, there was a loud bang. A piece of chalk struck his left eye squarely.
His eye immediately swelled up. "Shut up and sit down!" Mu Yun shouted, throwing the remaining chalk with interest, observing Mo Yang.
After his rebirth, Mu Yun recognized that his position as a teacher at Beiyun College still held some weight, and he intended to use it. He was determined to establish his authority among the students, as he didn’t want to be bullied again like the old Mu Yun.
"You dare to hit me!" Mo Yang yelled, taken aback by the attack. Anger surged through him as he moved toward the podium.
But before he could make a step, another loud bang echoed. Mo Yang stumbled, his knee striking the floor heavily as he dropped to one knee.
"Student Mo Yang, there's no need to kneel to apologize to your teacher. A simple bow and hands crossed will suffice!" Mu Yun remarked nonchalantly, observing that Mo Yang had a remarkably strong physique, but his strength was only comparable to that of a few bulls, making him seem insignificant in comparison to Mu Yun.
"Mu Yun, you—" Mo Yang began, but before he could finish, Mu Yun threw another piece of chalk straight into his mouth, causing blood to seep out.
This left Mo Yang stunned, his eyes wide in disbelief as the entire classroom fell silent, staring at Mu Yun in shock. The usually composed tutor had transformed in the eyes of his students.
"Mu Yun, are you seriously punishing a student in public? Don’t you care about the rules at Beiyun College?" a voice suddenly roared, shattering the silence.
At the classroom entrance stood several figures, among them a commanding man in a blue gown. It was Jin Dong, an instructor at Beiyun College.
Seeing Jin Dong, Mo Yang scrambled up and rushed behind him, his expression twisted as he tried to explain what had just happened. "Teacher Jin, I didn’t expect you to be out of your classroom. What brings you here to mine?" Mu Yun responded, looking at him curiously.
Through past experiences, Mu Yun realized that Jin Dong had joined Beiyun College as a mentor solely on the basis of his abilities and strongly disapproved of nepotism. As a result, Jin Dong looked down on Mu Yun, who had relied on his family's influence to secure his position at the academy. This disdain led Jin Dong to frequently make Mu Yun's life difficult—punishing him for failing classes or giving him the lowest ratings during evaluations. Given the original owner's timid nature, Mu Yun lacked the courage to stand up for himself. As a result, he developed a reputation at Beiyun College as someone who seemed like a frightened mouse in the presence of a cat whenever Jin Dong was around.
"Tutor Jin, it’s him! He’s the one who assaulted a fellow student!" Diao Yun abruptly rose from behind Jin Dong, pointing an accusatory finger at Mu Yun. "Today, Qi Ming provoked me, and I want to challenge him. Qi Ming isn't Mu Yun’s rival; he’s just using his authority as a tutor to bully the students! I ask Tutor Jin to rectify this!"
"Hmph! Mu Yun, I had my doubts about what Diao Yun claimed, but now you’ve crossed the line by actually harming students in class and instigating violence among them. It seems you’ve got an itch that needs scratching!" Jin Dong shouted, disregarding Mu Yun's title as a tutor.
"You think you can dictate how I manage my class? Who do you think you are, the dean?" Mu Yun replied with a sneer.
"You're asking for trouble!" Jin Dong growled, unable to contain his anger at Mu Yun's defiance, especially in front of so many students. At Beiyun College, Jin Dong held the position of intermediate tutor, while Mu Yun was merely a junior tutor.
"I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of the dean!" Jin Dong shouted, his strong arms swinging as he aimed a punch toward Mu Yun's chest. He was confident that this strike would put Mu Yun in bed for months, hoping to show him that relying on family influence didn’t equate to strength.
"Get lost!" Mu Yun did not flinch; he unleashed his full physical power into a strike known as the Breaking Jade Fist. This technique focused on the philosophy of enduring hardship and using one's aura to repel an enemy.
As Mu Yun stood his ground, the surrounding students gasped in shock. Jin Dong was an intermediate tutor at Beiyun College and a seasoned martial artist in the sixth layer of the Condensed Vein state, giving him a significant strength advantage. In fact, Jin Dong had previously defeated a martial artist in the Condensed Pulse realm while he was only at the fifth layer.
They had already seen it, and Mu Yun was left feeling embarrassed as he fought back the blood rising in his throat.
Bam...
A deep thud echoed as the two figures suddenly separated.
However, the bloody scene that everyone had anticipated did not occur. Mu Yun's face grew pale as he staggered back three steps, having endured Jin Dong's punch.
The punch from a sixth-level Condensed Pulse Realm martial artist had been taken by Mu Yun without breaking him!
"Hmph, I never expected that you, a worthless one, would actually reach the fourth level of physical strength and have even cultivated a hint of vitality within you. No wonder you dare to talk back!"
"What? At Jin Dong's remark, more than thirty students were taken aback in disbelief. A fourth-level Strength Breath Realm warrior, with even a hint of vitality in his body! The Mu Yun they had considered to be insignificant had actually evolved into a genuine warrior! Earlier, they had only known him to be at the one-strength body tempering stage, yet within just a few days, he had progressed to the four-strength breath state!"
"But even then, you're still a waste in my eyes!" Jin Dong sneered, feeling disdainful that Mu Yun remained unscathed. "I only used 30% of my power for that punch!"
"Hum..." Mu Yun chuckled, "Sorry, but I only put in 20%!" Everyone likes to show off, right?
"You're asking for death!" Jin Dong's irritation boiled over at Mu Yun's teasing. With a surge, he gathered energy between his sleeves, and his body radiated the power of Qi!
The physical body has five levels of condensed energy, and when Qi Jin is produced, its power flows more smoothly and flexibly than raw physical strength. At the sixth level of the Condensed Pulse Realm, Qi nourishes the pulse, enhancing the body's flexibility. A single punch could drive the air, unleashing tremendous force.
At that moment, the other students hurriedly stepped back.
Most of them were in the triple and quadruple realms of physical strength; they weren’t equipped to participate in such a battle.
"Huh, Mu Yun, thinking you can take my punch and run away? Not a chance! Let Jin Dong show you how it's done!" Diao Yun thought to himself, smirking at Jin Dong's fierce momentum.
As Miao Xianyu observed Mu Yun skillfully counter Jin Dong's aggression, her worry deepened. Her perception of Mu Yun shifted significantly after the alchemy exchange she had watched the day before, leading her to respect him.
Every detail of the conversation was passed on to her grandfather, which piqued his interest and prompted him to verify the information. To his surprise, everything he checked was spot on! This revelation suggested that the Gathering Pill could potentially transform the Nanyun Empire, nearly driving him to the brink of excitement.
After further inquiries, he learned that Mu Yun had healed this young miss the previous night and was eager to invite him for a consultation. Meanwhile, as classroom dynamics evolved, Master Mo had begun to appreciate Mu Yun, which only deepened his grandfather's admiration for him. Miao Xianyu found herself increasingly fascinated. Could it be that this teacher, Mu Yun, had actually been discreet all along?
Bang...
Suddenly, there was a deafening crash in the classroom as tables and chairs were smashed to pieces, creating chaos.
"Asshole!"
Seeing Mu Yun avoid his own attacks again and again, Jin Dong gradually grew anxious.
Obviously, he was two levels higher than Mu Yun, but he couldn't help but feel Mu Yun's superiority; how can he feel comfortable in his heart?
"Ling Bo palm!"
Finally, Jin Dong lost his patience, and Ling Bo waved his palm.
The Palm of Ling Bo is well-known throughout Beiyun Academy. It was an intermediate-level martial art of the yellow rank. This technique unleashed a powerful strike that completely paralyzed the opponent's physical strength. The reason why this yellow-level intermediate martial art was famous was precisely because of Jin Dong!
At the beginning, Jin Dong passed the Intermediate Instructor's assessment with Ling Bo's palm. At the time of the assessment, with this martial skill, he defeated a martial artist who had just stepped into the seventh-layer condensed yuan realm of his flesh.
"Shred your trash!"
Jin Dong raised his hand and struck down, causing the air to vibrate with a buzzing sound. The previously calm atmosphere rippled toward Mu Yun.
"It's over, Mentor Jin Dong has really unleashed his power this time!"
"Ling Bo's palm technique has been deployed, and Mu Yun won't be able to evade it now!"
"Whoa! Mu Yun is going to be out of commission for at least ten and a half days!"
A group of students gathered around the classroom door, eagerly watching the spectacle unfold, showing no intent to intervene. They always found it entertaining to see Teacher Mu Yun making a fool of himself.
"Ling Bo's palm? Is it really that strong?" Mu Yun joked as he observed Qi Jin advance with overwhelming force.
It would be somewhat inconvenient if Jin Dong continued to rely on his physical strength in the fight, but once he started using his breath, Mu Yun knew he had ways to make him back off. "You’re a fool, big guy; you’ve lost!"
In response to Jin Dongqi's powerful strike, Mu Yun didn't retreat—instead, he moved forward to meet him. Just as the audience gasped at Mu Yun's boldness, he unexpectedly launched a backhanded palm strike. The move appeared soft and lacked any force, yet Jin Dong's energy was completely disrupted by it.
"Falling Cloud Sword Palm!"
Aside from everything else, Mu Yun stepped forward, transforming his palm into a sword that erupted with force.
With a splatter of blood, Jin Dong collapsed to the ground.
What just happened? The surrounding students were left in shock. Diao Yun and Mo Yang stood frozen, confused. They had believed that Jin Dong would be there to support them, but instead, the situation turned on its head as Jin Dong proved no match for Mu Yun.
No one could have anticipated that Mu Yun, once considered a nine-year waste in Beiyun City, had suddenly become a warrior even stronger than Jin Dong in just a few days.
And he did it by challenging someone far above his level!
A crack was split in the abdomen by Mu Yun's sword palm. Jin Dong's face was pale; he exhaled and looked at Mu Yun incredulously. Mu Yun actually defeated him.
Furthermore, it was still in the sixth-layer coagulation state of the physical body, yet it was overcome by Mu Yun, who was in the fourth-layer strong breath state. This was a source of embarrassment and disgrace.
"Mu Yun, you trash, what treacherous means did you use!" Looking at Mu Yun, Jin Dong still refused to admit defeat.
Bang…
Hearing Jin Dong's scolding, Mu Yun kicked over without saying a word. "Trash? Who is the trash?" He stared at Jin Dong, and a flash of cold light flashed in Mu Yun's eyes.
Killing intent!
Mu Yun actually had murderous intent toward him. Jin Dong's body was cold.
"Listen up, everyone! I don't care about your past experiences, but starting today, you need to pay attention in my class. This is my domain. If you misbehave, don’t expect me to go easy on you!"
Even though Mu Yun tried to warn them, he realized that before he could finish speaking, several students in the audience had already dozed off. It seemed they still viewed him as the same Mu Yun from before, unaware of the seriousness of his message.
“Mmm?”
“What’s that smell?”
“Hey! Why is there suddenly a wonderful fragrance in the air?”
A few students stirred as an appealing aroma wafted through the classroom. Up front, Mu Yun was grinding two seemingly ordinary herbs together, creating that distinctive scent.
Gradually, more than a dozen students began to wake up and, upon seeing Mu Yun’s strange behavior, found him dull and drifted back to sleep.
However, those who tried to doze off again quickly realized something was wrong. Their heavy eyelids felt as if they couldn't close!
“Thinking you can sleep during my class and dream?” Mu Yun laughed at their struggle.
“Why are tears streaming down my face when all I want to do is sleep?” a student gasped in surprise.
“Me too!” another yelled.
The classroom erupted in confusion, and as they watched Mu Yun's mischievous grin, realization dawned on them.
"Are you sure you want to sleep? You should at least be alert for this class. You need to focus while you're here!" he announced with an authoritative tone.
Across the classroom, over thirty students were baffled. However, Miao Xianyu's eyes widened in understanding. She recognized the two herbs in Mu Yun’s hands: Yew Fir and Sadness Grass.
The Yew Fir released a scent that promoted sleep, while the Sadness Grass stirred feelings of melancholy. Together, they formed an intriguing mix that made people drowsy. She hadn't expected that the combination would have such an effect!
"Teacher Mu, what are you doing?" Mo Yang exclaimed, standing up with fury in his eyes. He had been sleeping, but, disturbed by Mu Yun's actions, tears streamed down from his closed eyes, indicating his distress.
"Mo Yang, mind your words. I’m your teacher, and it’s best for you to listen in my class!" Mu Yun said, crossing his arms and remaining unfazed.
Seeing Mu Yun's arrogance today, Mo Yang felt a surge of anger. Normally, in Mu Yun's class, everyone would be drowsy and bored, often teasing him for fun. However, he didn’t expect Mu Yun to be provocative today.
"I’ll call you teacher Mu, but if you disturb my sleep again, I might just make you give a lecture lying down under the podium. Do you think I won’t?" Mo Yang declared, feeling triumphant.
Mo Yang was confident that his words would remind Mu Yun to behave and stop disrupting his sleep. But just as Mo Yang finished, there was a loud bang. A piece of chalk struck his left eye squarely.
His eye immediately swelled up. "Shut up and sit down!" Mu Yun shouted, throwing the remaining chalk with interest, observing Mo Yang.
After his rebirth, Mu Yun recognized that his position as a teacher at Beiyun College still held some weight, and he intended to use it. He was determined to establish his authority among the students, as he didn’t want to be bullied again like the old Mu Yun.
"You dare to hit me!" Mo Yang yelled, taken aback by the attack. Anger surged through him as he moved toward the podium.
But before he could make a step, another loud bang echoed. Mo Yang stumbled, his knee striking the floor heavily as he dropped to one knee.
"Student Mo Yang, there's no need to kneel to apologize to your teacher. A simple bow and hands crossed will suffice!" Mu Yun remarked nonchalantly, observing that Mo Yang had a remarkably strong physique, but his strength was only comparable to that of a few bulls, making him seem insignificant in comparison to Mu Yun.
"Mu Yun, you—" Mo Yang began, but before he could finish, Mu Yun threw another piece of chalk straight into his mouth, causing blood to seep out.
This left Mo Yang stunned, his eyes wide in disbelief as the entire classroom fell silent, staring at Mu Yun in shock. The usually composed tutor had transformed in the eyes of his students.
"Mu Yun, are you seriously punishing a student in public? Don’t you care about the rules at Beiyun College?" a voice suddenly roared, shattering the silence.
At the classroom entrance stood several figures, among them a commanding man in a blue gown. It was Jin Dong, an instructor at Beiyun College.
Seeing Jin Dong, Mo Yang scrambled up and rushed behind him, his expression twisted as he tried to explain what had just happened. "Teacher Jin, I didn’t expect you to be out of your classroom. What brings you here to mine?" Mu Yun responded, looking at him curiously.
Through past experiences, Mu Yun realized that Jin Dong had joined Beiyun College as a mentor solely on the basis of his abilities and strongly disapproved of nepotism. As a result, Jin Dong looked down on Mu Yun, who had relied on his family's influence to secure his position at the academy. This disdain led Jin Dong to frequently make Mu Yun's life difficult—punishing him for failing classes or giving him the lowest ratings during evaluations. Given the original owner's timid nature, Mu Yun lacked the courage to stand up for himself. As a result, he developed a reputation at Beiyun College as someone who seemed like a frightened mouse in the presence of a cat whenever Jin Dong was around.
"Tutor Jin, it’s him! He’s the one who assaulted a fellow student!" Diao Yun abruptly rose from behind Jin Dong, pointing an accusatory finger at Mu Yun. "Today, Qi Ming provoked me, and I want to challenge him. Qi Ming isn't Mu Yun’s rival; he’s just using his authority as a tutor to bully the students! I ask Tutor Jin to rectify this!"
"Hmph! Mu Yun, I had my doubts about what Diao Yun claimed, but now you’ve crossed the line by actually harming students in class and instigating violence among them. It seems you’ve got an itch that needs scratching!" Jin Dong shouted, disregarding Mu Yun's title as a tutor.
"You think you can dictate how I manage my class? Who do you think you are, the dean?" Mu Yun replied with a sneer.
"You're asking for trouble!" Jin Dong growled, unable to contain his anger at Mu Yun's defiance, especially in front of so many students. At Beiyun College, Jin Dong held the position of intermediate tutor, while Mu Yun was merely a junior tutor.
"I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of the dean!" Jin Dong shouted, his strong arms swinging as he aimed a punch toward Mu Yun's chest. He was confident that this strike would put Mu Yun in bed for months, hoping to show him that relying on family influence didn’t equate to strength.
"Get lost!" Mu Yun did not flinch; he unleashed his full physical power into a strike known as the Breaking Jade Fist. This technique focused on the philosophy of enduring hardship and using one's aura to repel an enemy.
As Mu Yun stood his ground, the surrounding students gasped in shock. Jin Dong was an intermediate tutor at Beiyun College and a seasoned martial artist in the sixth layer of the Condensed Vein state, giving him a significant strength advantage. In fact, Jin Dong had previously defeated a martial artist in the Condensed Pulse realm while he was only at the fifth layer.
They had already seen it, and Mu Yun was left feeling embarrassed as he fought back the blood rising in his throat.
Bam...
A deep thud echoed as the two figures suddenly separated.
However, the bloody scene that everyone had anticipated did not occur. Mu Yun's face grew pale as he staggered back three steps, having endured Jin Dong's punch.
The punch from a sixth-level Condensed Pulse Realm martial artist had been taken by Mu Yun without breaking him!
"Hmph, I never expected that you, a worthless one, would actually reach the fourth level of physical strength and have even cultivated a hint of vitality within you. No wonder you dare to talk back!"
"What? At Jin Dong's remark, more than thirty students were taken aback in disbelief. A fourth-level Strength Breath Realm warrior, with even a hint of vitality in his body! The Mu Yun they had considered to be insignificant had actually evolved into a genuine warrior! Earlier, they had only known him to be at the one-strength body tempering stage, yet within just a few days, he had progressed to the four-strength breath state!"
"But even then, you're still a waste in my eyes!" Jin Dong sneered, feeling disdainful that Mu Yun remained unscathed. "I only used 30% of my power for that punch!"
"Hum..." Mu Yun chuckled, "Sorry, but I only put in 20%!" Everyone likes to show off, right?
"You're asking for death!" Jin Dong's irritation boiled over at Mu Yun's teasing. With a surge, he gathered energy between his sleeves, and his body radiated the power of Qi!
The physical body has five levels of condensed energy, and when Qi Jin is produced, its power flows more smoothly and flexibly than raw physical strength. At the sixth level of the Condensed Pulse Realm, Qi nourishes the pulse, enhancing the body's flexibility. A single punch could drive the air, unleashing tremendous force.
At that moment, the other students hurriedly stepped back.
Most of them were in the triple and quadruple realms of physical strength; they weren’t equipped to participate in such a battle.
"Huh, Mu Yun, thinking you can take my punch and run away? Not a chance! Let Jin Dong show you how it's done!" Diao Yun thought to himself, smirking at Jin Dong's fierce momentum.
As Miao Xianyu observed Mu Yun skillfully counter Jin Dong's aggression, her worry deepened. Her perception of Mu Yun shifted significantly after the alchemy exchange she had watched the day before, leading her to respect him.
Every detail of the conversation was passed on to her grandfather, which piqued his interest and prompted him to verify the information. To his surprise, everything he checked was spot on! This revelation suggested that the Gathering Pill could potentially transform the Nanyun Empire, nearly driving him to the brink of excitement.
After further inquiries, he learned that Mu Yun had healed this young miss the previous night and was eager to invite him for a consultation. Meanwhile, as classroom dynamics evolved, Master Mo had begun to appreciate Mu Yun, which only deepened his grandfather's admiration for him. Miao Xianyu found herself increasingly fascinated. Could it be that this teacher, Mu Yun, had actually been discreet all along?
Bang...
Suddenly, there was a deafening crash in the classroom as tables and chairs were smashed to pieces, creating chaos.
"Asshole!"
Seeing Mu Yun avoid his own attacks again and again, Jin Dong gradually grew anxious.
Obviously, he was two levels higher than Mu Yun, but he couldn't help but feel Mu Yun's superiority; how can he feel comfortable in his heart?
"Ling Bo palm!"
Finally, Jin Dong lost his patience, and Ling Bo waved his palm.
The Palm of Ling Bo is well-known throughout Beiyun Academy. It was an intermediate-level martial art of the yellow rank. This technique unleashed a powerful strike that completely paralyzed the opponent's physical strength. The reason why this yellow-level intermediate martial art was famous was precisely because of Jin Dong!
At the beginning, Jin Dong passed the Intermediate Instructor's assessment with Ling Bo's palm. At the time of the assessment, with this martial skill, he defeated a martial artist who had just stepped into the seventh-layer condensed yuan realm of his flesh.
"Shred your trash!"
Jin Dong raised his hand and struck down, causing the air to vibrate with a buzzing sound. The previously calm atmosphere rippled toward Mu Yun.
"It's over, Mentor Jin Dong has really unleashed his power this time!"
"Ling Bo's palm technique has been deployed, and Mu Yun won't be able to evade it now!"
"Whoa! Mu Yun is going to be out of commission for at least ten and a half days!"
A group of students gathered around the classroom door, eagerly watching the spectacle unfold, showing no intent to intervene. They always found it entertaining to see Teacher Mu Yun making a fool of himself.
"Ling Bo's palm? Is it really that strong?" Mu Yun joked as he observed Qi Jin advance with overwhelming force.
It would be somewhat inconvenient if Jin Dong continued to rely on his physical strength in the fight, but once he started using his breath, Mu Yun knew he had ways to make him back off. "You’re a fool, big guy; you’ve lost!"
In response to Jin Dongqi's powerful strike, Mu Yun didn't retreat—instead, he moved forward to meet him. Just as the audience gasped at Mu Yun's boldness, he unexpectedly launched a backhanded palm strike. The move appeared soft and lacked any force, yet Jin Dong's energy was completely disrupted by it.
"Falling Cloud Sword Palm!"
Aside from everything else, Mu Yun stepped forward, transforming his palm into a sword that erupted with force.
With a splatter of blood, Jin Dong collapsed to the ground.
What just happened? The surrounding students were left in shock. Diao Yun and Mo Yang stood frozen, confused. They had believed that Jin Dong would be there to support them, but instead, the situation turned on its head as Jin Dong proved no match for Mu Yun.
No one could have anticipated that Mu Yun, once considered a nine-year waste in Beiyun City, had suddenly become a warrior even stronger than Jin Dong in just a few days.
And he did it by challenging someone far above his level!
A crack was split in the abdomen by Mu Yun's sword palm. Jin Dong's face was pale; he exhaled and looked at Mu Yun incredulously. Mu Yun actually defeated him.
Furthermore, it was still in the sixth-layer coagulation state of the physical body, yet it was overcome by Mu Yun, who was in the fourth-layer strong breath state. This was a source of embarrassment and disgrace.
"Mu Yun, you trash, what treacherous means did you use!" Looking at Mu Yun, Jin Dong still refused to admit defeat.
Bang…
Hearing Jin Dong's scolding, Mu Yun kicked over without saying a word. "Trash? Who is the trash?" He stared at Jin Dong, and a flash of cold light flashed in Mu Yun's eyes.
Killing intent!
Mu Yun actually had murderous intent toward him. Jin Dong's body was cold.
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