Chapter 8: The feeling of hitting someone is really cool.

"Boom!" The porter was forcefully slammed into the iron gate, which had been forged from fine iron, leaving him in a pitiful state. His face resembled a grotesque pig's head, unrecognizable even to his mother-in-law. His sorry state brought tears to the eyes of some girls who had been watching.

"Please, stop! You're like family to me! Can't we settle this without a fight?" the porter pleaded, appearing as though he had just been through a terrible ordeal.

But Qin Feng was relentless. "Stop? Dream on! This forty-ninth round is for myself. You had the audacity to tear up my grandfather's letter. Does your grandfather have soul power? Tell me!!!" His grip on the hammer tightened, and the muscles on his forehead bulged. With a manic grin on his face, he swung the black nail hammer towards the porter, who looked utterly terrified.

To onlookers, Qin Feng appeared like a complete madman, but what they didn't know was that he was reveling in this moment like never before. Back in his previous world, he had lived in a lawful society, but since arriving on the Douluo Continent and spending over six years at the Wuhun Temple, he had been bullied relentlessly. This, however, was an entirely different experience. He summed it up in just two words:

"So cool!"

If anyone was to blame, it was the porter's initial refusal to let them in that had ignited this chaotic situation.

"Stop!" A raspy voice cut through the tension, and the black-robed man turned towards Qin Feng.

For some reason, even though his gaze seemed ordinary, Qin Feng felt as though an invisible force was restraining him.

"Don't get too cocky. Our master at Notting College is observing your every move," the battered porter declared triumphantly, seeing Qin Feng's actions seemingly held in check.

Boom! Before the porter could finish speaking, Qin Feng's hammer crashed into his stomach. Although the hammer appeared deceptively light, the porter felt a force several times greater than before.

"Boom!" The porter was sent flying over the T-shaped granite arch at the entrance of Notting College, the gilded T-shaped decoration hanging from his clothes. At first glance, it seemed like a hanging body with blood dripping on the ground, shocking the female students who had been watching.

"Random Cloak Hammer method?" The man in black at a distance raised an intrigued eyebrow at the scene.

Notting College's security team had also arrived, surrounding Qin Feng in an instant.

"Master, you're back," the security team greeted the black-robed man in unison, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Dear Master, this porter not only insulted our Holy Soul Village but also claimed that the Wuhun Palace proof was fake. Qin Feng lost his temper," Old Jack hurriedly approached the black-robed man. As the village head, he could sense that this person held authority.

Old Jack didn't even imagine that Qin Feng would be this powerful, defeating an eleventh-level Soul Master. However, it indirectly proved that their Holy Soul Village had a remarkable talent. At this moment, Old Jack's sole focus was ensuring Qin Feng's safety, regardless of the cost.

"Someone who harmed our college, and you want to let him go?" The security team leader sneered. "Do you think Notting College is a pushover? Anyone can just come and cause trouble?"

"Silence," the black-robed man commanded, and the room fell quiet.

"Did you use the Chaos Cloak Hammer just now?" the black-robed man asked Qin Feng, seemingly piercing through his thoughts.

"Yes," Qin Feng replied honestly. The master, a top expert on the mainland, could easily tell if he was lying.

"Is that why you want to enroll?" the black-robed man inquired, studying Qin Feng.

"Xiao San wants to enroll, and I wanted to obtain entrance qualifications immediately. But this porter insisted our Wuhun Palace proof was fake. I had no choice but to prove him wrong," Qin Feng explained calmly.

"You, a child, dare to assault someone and cry 'thief'?" the young man who had been on duty with the porter retorted, clenching his fists.

"Sir, may I see your Wuhun Palace proof?" the black-robed man ignored the young man and turned to Old Jack.

Seeing this, Old Jack quickly produced the bag with the certificate. He knew that Qin Feng's fate hinged on the master's words.

"The proof is genuine. I apologize on behalf of Notting College," the master said after inspecting the Wuhundian proof, his voice softening.

"No apology is necessary. We acknowledge our shortcomings," Old Jack replied, deeply satisfied that someone of the master's stature had apologized to him.

"Master, what shall we do about this matter?" the security team captain asked.

"He was beaten by a child of six or seven like this. Either take him away immediately or remove the system hanging at the gate. It's an embarrassment to Notting College," the master said, his tone mild but sending shivers down the young man's spine.

Old Jack's anxiety also eased upon hearing this; it seemed that Qin Feng would be alright with the master's intervention.

"Xiao feng, Xiao san, you two study here. It's getting late, and I'll head back," Old Jack told Qin Feng and Tang San, offering some parting words.

But neither of the two responded.

In reality, if the master hadn't appeared, the porter would have likely ended up as a lifeless body. Such a malicious person, daring to provoke Old Jack, would have surely faced retaliation even if Qin Feng hadn't intervened.

Observing that the two children remained silent, Old Jack assumed they might be feeling uneasy about being left alone and added a few more words before departing.

"Let's go, it's time to enter," the master said to Tang San and Qin Feng.

"Thank you, teacher," Tang San and Qin Feng expressed their gratitude to the master politely. If not for the master, they might have faced embarrassment upon returning to the village and might not have entered Notting College so smoothly.

"Oh, I'm not a teacher here," the master said with a smile.

"Then you must be the college's head?" Xiao san inquired, looking up.

"No, I'm not the college's head either," the master replied patiently.

Xiaosan seemed more outgoing during their conversation, while Qin Feng remained reserved, almost like an introverted child. Being an Earth traveler, Qin Feng knew the master's identity.

At this moment, he was more focused on the status bar that had appeared before him.