"Aghhh—!!!"
Wei Zhen writhed on the ground, his howls echoing pitifully. Even the densest onlookers sensed something amiss.
"How…?"
"Wei Zhen's mid-Human Realm and bloodline power! How'd he get floored twice by a single kick?"
"That was… unnatural."
Lin Tian and Zhang Ying gaped. "Young Master Chen, you…!"
Wei Zhen, still clutching his ruined groin, hissed through tears: "Y-You bastard… I'll make you pay!"
Qin Chen halted mid-stride. His glacial gaze pinned Wei Zhen like a dagger. "One more word, and I'll end you."
Wei Zhen's threats died in his throat, replaced by trembling silence.
Cultivation Tower
Lin Tian and Zhang Ying trailed Qin Chen, buzzing with adrenaline.
"Young Master Chen! Those moves—!" Lin Tian's eyes shone.
Zhang Ying hesitated. "But Wei Zhen's brother, Wei Zhen… if he retaliates…"
Qin Chen shrugged. "Let him try. I'll break him too."
Lin Tian and Zhang Ying exchanged awed glances. Since when did Chen'er radiate such confidence?
The towering Cultivation Tower loomed ahead, its halls teeming with students. Murmurs erupted as Qin Chen entered:
"Isn't that the cripple Wei Zhen nearly killed?"
"Shh! He's still a marquis's nephew—"
"Pfft. A bastard who can't even awaken his bloodline. Bet he'll be the first expelled for failing the trials…"
Qin Chen's gaze swept the gossiping crowd. He strode past, cutting to the front of the queue.
"Hey! No cutting!"
"Wait your turn!"
Qin Chen's icy glare silenced them. "Speak another word, and I'll have you expelled."
Lin Tian cracked his knuckles. "Or we'll help you leave."
The students paled. Academy rules turned a blind eye to brawls—nobles like Lin Tian faced no real consequences, but commoners? Their futures hung by a thread.