"Zhou Hong, actually, you're quite handsome," Shen Yanran said, her face flushed, looking down. However, the most significant reason she felt something for Zhou Hong was her profound admiration for his guqin playing. As someone who had always been proud of her proficiency in classical instruments since childhood, being completely outmatched by Zhou Hong for the first time naturally sparked a liking for him.
"Alright, we'll talk later. I'm going to meet Lan Ao Tian first," Zhou Hong said, wasting no more time with Shen Yanran and quickly walking towards the center of the sports field.
Shen Yanran grew anxious and quickly made a phone call, urging, "Brother, are you here yet? If you don't come soon, he's going to have his legs broken."
"I'm almost there, little sister. Who is this man that makes you care so much and ask me to help him?" A man's voice came from the other end of the line. It was none other than Shen Yanran's brother. He was a student at the Martial Cultivation Academy, and a renowned genius within it.
"Brother, don't ask so many questions, just hurry over."
"Little sister, you know my stance. To be your boyfriend, you still need my approval."
"Brother, as long as I like him, that's all that matters. Don't say anymore."
"I really don't know what you see in this person." On the other end, Shen Yanran's brother hung up the phone and immediately sped up his arrival.
At this moment, Zhou Hong had already reached the center of the sports field and stood face to face with Lan Ao Tian.
"Are you Zhou Gou?" Lan Ao Tian asked coldly, looking at Zhou Hong.
"Are you Lan Gou?" Zhou Hong retorted with a cold snort.
The surrounding crowd was somewhat speechless. One called Zhou Hong Zhou Gou, and the other called Lan Ao Tian Lan Gou. It sounded quite exciting, and they eagerly anticipated the fight between the two "dogs."
"How arrogant! In Jinzhou University, very few people dare to speak to me like this." Lan Ao Tian clenched his fists tightly, a fierce gleam in his eyes.
"Heh, likewise. On this planet, very few people dare to speak to me like this," Zhou Hong replied with a sneer.
"Boast. Keep boasting," Lan Ao Tian said, spreading his hands in disdain.
"Then let's cut the nonsense. I'll let you make the first move," Zhou Hong said indifferently.
"Zhou Gou, starting today, you'll be in a wheelchair," Lan Ao Tian declared. With that, he moved and charged at Zhou Hong. He was at the sixth stage of Martial Warrior. Although he had reached this level through the power of money, it was still incredibly formidable to achieve such a level at his age.
Zhou Hong, however, didn't take him seriously at all. In his eyes, Lan Ao Tian's movements were agonizingly slow, and every strike was riddled with flaws.
The crowd watching, however, found Lan Ao Tian's skills impressive.
"Catching the Moon from Under the Sea." The moment Lan Ao Tian reached Zhou Hong, he used the "Catching the Moon from Under the Sea" move, aiming for Zhou Hong's lower abdomen. He had used this move before, successfully grabbing his opponent's vital area and causing them excruciating pain.
However, as Lan Ao Tian's hand reached Zhou Hong's lower body, Zhou Hong immediately clamped his legs shut.
The next second, Lan Ao Tian's hand was trapped between Zhou Hong's thighs.
"Ah!" Lan Ao Tian felt as if Zhou Hong's legs were as strong as a hydraulic press. Before his hand could even touch his target, it was trapped, and he couldn't pull it out, letting out a painful cry.
The spectators were stunned by Lan Ao Tian's howl.
"Lan Gou, is this your strength?" Zhou Hong asked, standing still with a cold smile.
"How could this be? Aren't you only at the fourth stage of Martial Warrior?" Lan Ao Tian asked, looking up in terror.
"You've kicked a steel plate. Actually, I'm at the seventh stage of Martial Warrior," Zhou Hong mocked.
"Impossible." Lan Ao Tian was dumbfounded.
"Lan Gou, I heard you've broken many people's legs. Today, you'll experience what it feels like to have your legs broken."
All the students watching were shocked. They never imagined that the 'Fourth Ruffian' was no match for Zhou Hong. Zhou Hong was actually at the seventh stage of Martial Warrior.
Of course, at this moment, Qiao Xiaoyu and Qin Mengxue were also astonished by Zhou Hong's power, his true strength being seventh stage.
"Xiaoyu, it seems Zhou Hong downplayed his strength this morning. His true cultivation level has reached the seventh stage of Martial Warrior. No wonder he dared to confront Lan Ao Tian," Qin Mengxue said with a wry smile.
Qiao Xiaoyu snorted softly, her heart filled with complex emotions for Zhou Hong. Sadly, he had already moved on.
Qin Mengxue, at this moment, couldn't quite describe her feelings. She seemed to harbor some resentment towards Zhou Hong. Why was he so roguish when he was her fiancé, but now that he had left her, he seemed to be on a cheat code? If things hadn't been like that back then, she might still be Zhou Hong's fiancée.
"Let's go home. Seeing him irritates me," Qiao Xiaoyu snorted and turned away angrily.
Qin Mengxue sighed and left the sports field with Qiao Xiaoyu.
Meanwhile, on the sports field.
Zhou Hong bent his legs.
"Ah!" Lan Ao Tian's trapped hand was broken by Zhou Hong.
Lan Ao Tian let out a scream of agony.
Zhou Hong ignored his screams, raised his leg again, and stomped hard on Lan Ao Tian's legs.
"Crack, crack." Two crisp bone-snapping sounds echoed. Lan Ao Tian's legs were broken by Zhou Hong.
"Ahhh!" Lan Ao Tian roared like a slaughtered pig again.
The students watching the sports field were stunned. The 'Fourth Ruffian' had his legs broken.
Zhou Hong snorted and ignored Lan Ao Tian, turning to leave. He left Lan Ao Tian writhing in pain. He never expected that he would be the one to have his legs broken today.
"Zhou Hong, so you were hiding your strength. No wonder you dared to confront Lan Ao Tian," Shen Yanran ran up, smiling at Zhou Hong, her face still flushed.
"Oh right, Shen Yanran, what did you mean earlier when you said you had feelings for me?" Zhou Hong suddenly remembered that Shen Yanran had mentioned having feelings for him, and they hadn't clarified that yet.
"You're such an idiot. I've hinted so clearly, and you still ask," Shen Yanran lowered her head, her face red, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.
"What? Do you like me?" Zhou Hong asked, frowning.
"If you don't mind, then shall we give it a try?" Shen Yanran said, biting her lip with her head down.
"I disagree." Just then, a shout came from not far away.
Zhou Hong looked up and saw a young man approaching.
"Brother," Shen Yanran called out to the young man, her brother.
The young man walked over, sized up Zhou Hong, and said with a cold snort, "If you want to be my sister's boyfriend, you still need my approval. Unfortunately, a man as low-class as you is not qualified to be my sister's boyfriend."