"Hmph, Zhou Hong, I admit defeat. I never expected your martial cultivation to reach the second tier, and you've been pretending to be an ordinary person all along." Zhu Zihan picked himself up, his face a mess.
Zhou Hong scoffed. He didn't even know his own tier, yet Zhu Zihan claimed he was second tier. That was looking down on him.
Still, Zhou Hong couldn't be bothered to explain.
At this moment, the other rich young masters, Zheng Chenghua, You Haoran, and Song Chudeng, stood aside with grim expressions. They had originally planned to make their move after Zhu Zihan dealt with Zhou Hong. But they never imagined Zhou Hong would put on such an act, reaching the second tier of martial arts and still behaving like a common thug.
Now that Zhu Zihan had been sent flying by Zhou Hong's slap, there was no doubt that the three of them wouldn't be Zhou Hong's match either, as their strength was comparable to Zhu Zihan's.
Perhaps only the top rich young master, Guo Yueming, would be qualified to handle Zhou Hong.
At this moment, Guo Yueming stood under a distant tree, his expression a little shocked.
"Brother Ming, what do we do now? Do we still go and deal with him?" a subordinate next to Guo Yueming quickly asked.
"Damn it, I didn't expect this bastard to have some skills. Reaching the second tier of martial arts puts me in a difficult position. Forget it, I'll give him some face. Ah San, go and tell him to come up and apologize to me, then host ten to eight banquets to save face for everyone. Our grievances will be settled, and we can even be friends and study martial arts together." Guo Yueming instructed his subordinate.
"Yes."
The subordinate named Ah San immediately went to Zhou Hong's side.
"Zhou Hong, Brother Ming has something to say to you," Guo Yueming's subordinate said.
"Who is Brother Ming? I don't know him," Zhou Hong said with a slight curl of his lip.
"Brother Ming is the top rich young master, Guo Yueming. Brother Ming has already said that considering your talent for martial arts, he doesn't intend to pursue what you said yesterday. You should go up and apologize to him now, and then host ten to eight banquets to show your sincerity, allowing everyone to save face. Perhaps we can even be friends and study martial arts together."
"Hahaha." Zhou Hong let out a disdainful laugh.
"What? You don't even give Brother Ming face?" the subordinate asked angrily.
"Tell your dog brother to come and talk to me himself. Don't send a dog's leg to pass messages," Zhou Hong roared.
The subordinate quickly ran back to Guo Yueming.
A few seconds later, Guo Yueming walked towards Zhou Hong.
"Zhou Hong, I originally wanted to have a peaceful coexistence, even be friends. I didn't expect you to disregard me, Guo Yueming, so completely." Guo Yueming walked up, his face filled with anger as he spoke to Zhou Hong.
"Who do you think you are? You're worthy of being my friend?" Zhou Hong sneered dismissively.
"Very good, Zhou Hong. It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't take me seriously at all." Guo Yueming looked somewhat unable to back down. He hadn't intended to fight Zhou Hong, but Zhou Hong had given him no face at all.
Zhou Hong couldn't be bothered to waste time with a petty person and instantly slapped him.
"Slap!" The next second, Guo Yueming flew ten meters away, landing on the ground, almost dead.
"You!" Guo Yueming raised his head, dizzy and shocked, looking at Zhou Hong.
All the students watching were also stunned.
Zhou Hong snorted, "Guo Yueming, how many tables do you want to host now?"
"Zhou Hong, how could you be so strong? What level are you? I'm already the third tier of martial arts. Don't tell me you're the fourth tier." Guo Yueming wiped his burning face, his heart filled with resentment as he asked. He had thought Zhou Hong was at most the second tier, but unexpectedly, he was at least fourth tier.
"You're right, I am the fourth tier of martial arts," Zhou Hong nodded.
Guo Yueming was shocked, never imagining he had actually cultivated to the fourth tier of martial arts.
At this moment, all the watching students felt indescribable.
Similarly, in the corridor of the School of Economics, all the students looking at Zhou Hong trembled, never imagining Zhou Hong had reached the fourth tier.
Qin Mengxue also felt an indescribable emotion in her heart. She murmured to herself, "Fourth tier of martial arts, how is that possible." Su Dan Novel Net
And Qiao Xiaoyu's face was also flushed. She also found it hard to believe that Zhou Hong not only possessed martial arts talent but also a significant amount of it.
Regardless of the method used, to cultivate to the fourth tier was already extraordinary.
Originally, Qiao Xiaoyu had never dared to dream of marrying a martial artist. Now, she had a fiancé who was a fourth-tier martial artist, and she wondered if she was dreaming.
All the students present were discussing animatedly.
Just then, Zhu Zihan tried to sneak away. Zhou Hong was a fourth-tier martial artist, and he was already trembling with fear, preparing to slip away. Although he was unwilling, what could he do against someone so strong? He could only secretly curse Zhou Hong as a show-off dog.
"Zhu Zihan, did I let you leave?" Zhou Hong shouted when he saw Zhu Zihan trying to sneak away.
"Zhou Hong, what else do you want? I've already said I admit defeat." Zhu Zihan turned back to Zhou Hong with a gloomy expression.
"That barrel of excrement at the entrance, you brought it, didn't you?" Zhou Hong asked.
"Hmph." Zhu Zihan grunted in frustration. He had originally planned to dunk Zhou Hong into the excrement barrel, but he never expected this show-off dog to be a fourth-tier martial artist.
"Now, you will obediently jump into the barrel of excrement you brought and soak in it for the entire morning, until noon when school ends," Zhou Hong commanded.
"You... You're going too far!" Zhu Zihan was enraged.
Zhou Hong couldn't be bothered to waste words. He instantly grabbed Zhu Zihan by the back of his neck and lifted him up. Zhu Zihan struggled constantly, but in Zhou Hong's hands, he was like a snake being held, unable to escape Zhou Hong's grip no matter how he twisted his limbs.
In full view of everyone, Zhou Hong directly threw Zhu Zihan into the excrement barrel. The barrel he had brought was circular, about one meter in diameter and 1.2 meters high.
After Zhu Zihan was thrown into the barrel, a foul odor immediately emanated, causing everyone to cover their noses.
Zhu Zihan was so angry he felt like spitting blood. He tried to climb out, but Zhou Hong warned, "If you dare to come out, I'll make you eat the excrement. Try me if you don't believe it."
Seeing Zhou Hong's fierce gaze, Zhu Zihan was inwardly frantic. He wanted to get out but was afraid.
Zhou Hong glanced at the other three rich young masters, Zheng Chenghua, You Haoran, and Song Chudeng, and commanded them, "The three of you will also immediately enter the excrement barrel and soak in it until noon when school ends, then you may leave."
"Zhou Hong, you're going too far. We didn't even make a move," Zheng Chenghua said angrily.