Chapter 101: Kneel Down and Kowtow

Chapter 101: Kneel Down and Kowtow

Sure enough, as soon as those words were spoken, the people in the Bloody Arena, along with the surrounding spectators, burst into laughter.

"The Great Qin Holy Academy? Oh no, we're so scared!"

The warriors of the Bloody Arena sneered, their initial amusement quickly turning to cold, hardened expressions.

"Go ahead and try us," one of them said icily. "We'll break your legs right here. Do you really think the Great Qin Holy Academy would dare challenge Lord Ming?"

The Black Region had its own rules.

As members of the Bloody Arena, they couldn't attack the students of the Great Qin Holy Academy without reason.

But if the Evil Doctor gave the order?

That was an entirely different matter.

After all, that was the deal!

More importantly, the Holy Academy's students had insulted the Evil Doctor first—naturally, they had every right to retaliate.

And as for the Black Iron-Level Black Domain Order… well, it had been the Great Qin Holy Academy's students who broke the rules first.

Besides, the lowest level of the Black Domain Order held no authority to override the laws of the Black Domain.

As long as they didn't kill Yu Wenmo and the others, the Holy Academy wouldn't dare stir up trouble in the Black Region!

That was why the Bloody Arena warriors were so adamant about standing up for Luo Qingtong.

With Lord Ming watching over them, what was there to fear?

In fact, they secretly hoped the Holy Academy's freshmen wouldn't back down—so they could have an excuse to teach them a lesson and earn the favor of the Evil Doctor!

After all, with the Evil Doctor's medical skills, even a few refined medicinal potions could grant them endless benefits.

"You…!"

The moment the name 'Lord Ming' was mentioned, the expressions of the Holy Academy's freshmen instantly darkened.

Especially when they realized that Lord Ming was currently in this very Black Region branch city—panic set in.

If he was alerted… they would be in even worse trouble.

Who knew what the Black Region might do to win over this Evil Doctor?

It was their own fault for being blind and offending someone they shouldn't have!

The students who had previously mocked Luo Qingtong, thinking she was a fraud, now felt their faces burn with shame, anger, and humiliation.

"Senior Brother…" They turned to Yu Wenmo, their voices trembling.

But Yu Wenmo's expression was even darker than theirs—his fists clenched so tightly that his nails nearly drew blood.

Yet under such absolute pressure, he had no choice but to bow his head.

His pride was worthless in the face of raw power.

With gritted teeth and veins bulging in anger, Yu Wenmo finally lowered himself.

"Boom!"

He dropped to his knees and kowtowed three times before Luo Qingtong.

"This was all because of me," he admitted through clenched teeth. "I was blind—I looked down on the Evil Doctor. My junior brothers and sisters were caught up in my mistake… Please, Evil Doctor… do not hold it against them."

Every word was agonizing to say.

As the pride of the Tianyu Empire, the genius freshman of the Great Qin Holy Academy, Yu Wenmo had never experienced such humiliation!

The weight of countless stares around him was like daggers piercing into his skin.

He had never felt so ashamed.

Yu Wenmo kept his head lowered, unwilling to let anyone see the fury, humiliation, and seething hatred in his eyes.

"Very good. Not bad."

Luo Qingtong glanced at him lightly.

This Yu Wenmo… he had some resilience.

Even in such a humiliating situation, he gritted his teeth and endured.

Seeing the admiration and gratitude in the eyes of the other Holy Academy freshmen, Luo Qingtong smirked playfully.

Interesting.

If she pushed him further now, she could completely shatter his image of honor.

But she wasn't that ruthless.

"Alright." She waved a hand casually. "You may go."

Her indifferent attitude made Yu Wenmo feel even more stifled.

He said nothing.

With his head still lowered, he turned and left—leading the Holy Academy students away.

Of course, that included his injured junior sister.

Watching his rigid posture, the anger in his tightened fists, and the veins bulging on his forehead, Luo Qingtong felt quite satisfied.

Even Master Liu, who was still kneeling and begging for mercy, looked far more pleasing to her now.

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed him the antidote.

Her good mood was just that generous.