Chapter 137: Settling the Score
Chapter 137: Settling the Score
Mu Feng quickly retrieved a Tier 2 Bone Healing Pill from his spatial ring. The pill, inscribed with two alchemy patterns, was specifically designed to treat fractures and internal injuries. As someone often training and fighting, Mu Feng always kept such medicine on hand.
After administering the pill to Mu Fan and helping him reset his fractured ribs, Mu Feng turned to the group of Mu family disciples. His voice carried a chilling edge.
"Where are they now?"
"They're still at the lecture hall," one disciple replied. "They said if any Mu family members dared to show up, they'd beat them too."
Mu Kuang clenched his fists, his voice filled with fury. "Those Tianfeng brats! I'll make sure to break every one of their ribs to avenge Mu Fan!"
While the academy prohibited killing, conflicts and fights were common. Martial clashes were seen as opportunities for growth, and rivalries among students often served as a catalyst for improvement.
"Good. One of you stay here and take care of Mu Fan. The rest of you, if you have the courage, follow me," Mu Feng commanded as he turned to leave.
Mu Kuang and Bai Ziyue immediately followed. Of the remaining Mu family disciples, a young girl stayed behind to care for Mu Fan while the others exchanged determined glances before following Mu Feng.
The academy's lecture halls were scattered across the freshman area. Many of the new students, still striving to break into the Zifu Stage, attended lectures to learn methods for opening their Zifu, the core of their cultivation potential. As the quality of the Zifu influenced a cultivator's future strength, these sessions were highly valued and required only a minimal amount of credits to attend.
Inside one such lecture hall, nearly a hundred students were seated. At the front, a female instructor in a blue dress was explaining techniques for optimizing the Zifu's formation. Her elegant figure and radiant beauty drew more than a few admiring glances.
"Brother Qiang, do you think those Mu family guys will come back for revenge?" a yellow-robed youth whispered to a grey-robed student beside him.
Chen Qiang, the grey-robed student, smirked. "I hope they do. Those guys are from the Mu family of Southern Ling. On the battlefield, their clan has killed countless members of my Chen family. If they dare to show up, I'll make sure they crawl back."
"Yeah, but didn't Mu family forces get wiped out in the Nine Springs battle? I heard their glory days are over," another student added.
"It's only a matter of time before Southern Ling falls to Tianfeng," Chen Qiang declared, his tone filled with contempt.
Their conversation was interrupted as a group entered the hall, their presence drawing all eyes. At the forefront was a striking figure with snow-white hair—Mu Feng.
"Brother Feng, that's the one," a Mu family disciple said, pointing at Chen Qiang.
Mu Feng's expression remained calm, while Chen Qiang and his companions recognized the group they had assaulted earlier.
"Brother Qiang, they actually came back!" one of Chen Qiang's followers whispered.
"Interesting," Chen Qiang sneered.
The female instructor frowned slightly at the interruption. "You're late," she said sternly, addressing Mu Feng's group.
Mu Feng cupped his fists in apology. "We apologize, Instructor. It won't happen again."
To demonstrate his sincerity, Mu Feng placed his blue crystal card on the instructor's desk, deducting ten credits as a courtesy. He then led his group to seats in the hall.
"Who is he? That white hair makes him stand out, and he's so handsome," some female students whispered.
Among the crowd, a few from Southern Ling recognized Mu Feng. They exchanged knowing glances, guessing his purpose.
After twenty minutes, the instructor dismissed the class. As she tidied her materials on the podium, Chen Qiang led his group toward Mu Feng and the Mu family disciples.
"Well, well, I didn't expect you losers to come back. Didn't you get enough of a beating earlier?" Chen Qiang taunted, a mocking smile on his face.
The Mu family disciples rose, glaring at him. Mu Feng, however, remained seated, his tone calm as he asked, "You're the ones who attacked my people?"
"Who the hell are you talking to?" a Tianfeng student snapped.
Bang!
Mu Kuang slammed his hand on the desk, rising to his feet. Without warning, he strode over to the offending student and slapped him across the face.
Smack!
The Tianfeng student tried to block but was no match for Mu Kuang's strength. The slap sent him flying, crashing into several desks. Blood spurted from his mouth, teeth scattering across the floor.
"Watch your tone when speaking to Brother Feng," Mu Kuang growled.
"Get them!" Chen Qiang roared. His group of over ten Tianfeng students charged at Mu Kuang.
The Mu family disciples prepared to join the fray, but Mu Feng waved them off. "Let Kuang warm up. He's more than enough."
Bai Ziyue chuckled, folding his arms. "Relax, guys. Those clowns couldn't beat him even if there were ten more of them."
As the Tianfeng students attacked, Mu Kuang grinned savagely. A student lunged, his fist glowing with white Yuan energy, aiming for Mu Kuang's chest.
Bang!
The punch landed, but Mu Kuang didn't even flinch. Instead, he grabbed the student's fist, twisting it brutally.
Crack!
"Argh!"
The student screamed as his arm broke.
Two more Tianfeng students leaped at Mu Kuang, aiming kicks at his head. Mu Kuang roared, grabbing their legs mid-air and slamming them into the ground with bone-crunching force.
Crash!
Tables and chairs shattered as the two students lay groaning in pain, their ribs fractured.
The crowd watched in stunned silence as Mu Kuang effortlessly dispatched his opponents. The female instructor's eyes widened. Though she could tell Mu Kuang's cultivation was no higher than the Zifu Stage, his physical strength rivaled that of a Condensed Qi Stage fighter.
"What terrifying physical power…" she murmured.
"Die, you brute!"
Chen Qiang roared, charging at Mu Kuang. His fist, glowing with green energy, aimed directly for Mu Kuang's head. Clearly, he intended to deal a lethal blow.