Chapter 84 Severing One’s Own Arm

"Boom!"

"Crash!"

Wang Shuang's body slammed heavily against the wall, then tumbled to the floor, shattering the vases arranged along the wall.

"Spurt!"

Leaning in the corner, Wang Shuang coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Clutching his chest, he stared wide-eyed at Li Chong, disbelief etched across his face.

All the disciples of Zhenjiang Martial Arts School nearby looked utterly perplexed.

Wang Shuang was the senior disciple of Zhenjiang Martial Arts School, favored most by Master Li. Why had Master Li, without a word, struck him so violently?

"Master, why did you hit me?" Wang Shuang asked, pale-faced, holding his chest.

Li Chong’s slap had sent his blood and energy surging, leaving him stifled and uncomfortable.

"You blind fool! How dare you offend Mr. Ye?" Li Chong bellowed angrily.

With that, Li Chong strode forward and respectfully saluted Ye Tianci. "Li Chong greets Mr. Ye."

At Tang Qiong's apprenticeship banquet, Ye Tianci had opened Li Chong’s eyes and filled him with admiration.

Ye Tianci waved his hand dismissively. "No need for formalities."

"Li Chong, Wang Shuang belongs to your Zhenjiang Martial Arts School. He stood up for his uncle, tried to force me to kneel and pay him. My fiancée is here—I don’t want a scene. You handle this."

Li Chong nodded instantly. "Mr. Ye, rest assured, I will give you a satisfactory outcome!"

He turned to Fan Xiong. "From this moment, Wang Shuang is expelled from Zhenjiang Martial Arts School. He is no longer one of us!"

"But he is your student. As the saying goes, a teacher for a day is a father for life. If a child misbehaves, blame the father."

"You handle this."

Wang Shuang stared incredulously, growling, "Master Li, you’re expelling me? Letting Fan Xiong deal with me? On what grounds?"

"Don’t forget, I’m the nephew of the Song family!"

"Uncle, help me!" Wang Shuang desperately looked to Song Gaonian beside him.

Song Gaonian forced himself to step forward, feigning arrogance. "I am a member of the Song family. Wang Shuang is my nephew. If you handle him like this, have you considered the consequences of offending the Song family?"

Li Chong sneered coldly. "Are you sure you’re really of the Song family?"

"Song Gaonian, don’t think I don’t know you. You’re merely a collateral branch, not recognized by the Song core. The Song family won’t back you!"

"Even if you were truly of the Song family, I wouldn’t be afraid."

"You’d best shut your mouth, or I’ll have Coach Fan deal with you, too!"

His words left Song Gaonian speechless and embarrassed.

Li Chong was right—Song Gaonian was just a distant branch of the Song family in Shu City, far removed from the true core.

He only carried the Song surname.

Song Gaonian dared not speak further, shrinking back like a frightened turtle to the wall.

"Uncle!" Wang Shuang cried out angrily, his voice tinged with tears.

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Fan Xiong stepped before him, sneering. "Wang Shuang, who’s expelled from Zhenjiang Martial Arts School—you or me?"

"I tried to pull you back before, but you took me for an enemy, thought I was harming you."

"Now, do you regret it?"

Wang Shuang glared, gritting his teeth, and spat at Fan Xiong. "Regret? Never!"

"Let me tell you, if I can’t stay here, there are other places for me!"

"You really think I like being at Zhenjiang Martial Arts School? The Song family's Lingjiang Martial Arts School has already secretly reached out to me!"

"You want to expel me? Fine! I’ll join Lingjiang Martial Arts School!"

"In a few days, I’ll represent Lingjiang and crush your Zhenjiang disciples!"

He erupted into laughter, wild and unrestrained, as if he already belonged to Lingjiang and had defeated Zhenjiang.

"Ungrateful traitor!"

"Coach Fan, don’t hold back! Handle him as you see fit—I’ll take responsibility," Li Chong said coldly.

With Li Chong’s words so clear, Fan Xiong needed no further instruction.

He lunged forward, swinging his palm in a wide arc, and slapped Wang Shuang hard across the face.

"Smack!"

Wang Shuang's face was disfigured, blood streaming from his nose and eyes.

"You dare hit me?"

"Bang!"

Fan Xiong kicked him to the floor and stomped his face. "I won’t only hit you, I’ll step on you!"

"Fan Xiong, don’t push me! If you do, I’ll do anything!"

Wang Shuang roared and struggled, but he couldn’t move, pinned beneath Fan Xiong’s foot.

As for Song Gaonian, he stood aside, not daring to utter a sound.

Fan Xiong stared down coldly. "Did you take Master Li’s words as nothing? Still dare to threaten me?"

He pressed down harder. Wang Shuang howled in pain, no longer daring to mouth off, slapping the floor in surrender. "I was wrong! I apologize! I’ll kneel and apologize!"

Fan Xiong released him.

Wang Shuang picked himself up, glaring at Fan Xiong with unbearable humiliation.

Backed by power—backed by power!

He cursed silently, but dared not let it show.

He knew that if he kept resisting, he might not leave this room alive—he could even be crippled.

A wise man knows when to yield. Wang Shuang consoled himself, gritted his teeth, and knelt.

"Thud!"

In front of everyone in the private room, Wang Shuang dropped to his knees before Ye Tianci.

"I’m sorry. I was wrong!"

His apology was stiff, forced, the posture of a man with no choice.

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"Bow to Mr. Ye!"

Li Chong snorted coldly from the side.

Wang Shuang wished he could grind his teeth to dust, wanted nothing more than to storm in with a gun and mow down Li Chong and everyone in the room.

But he knew it was impossible. If he tried, his whole family would pay.

Li Chong’s aura pressed him down completely.

He had no courage left to resist. Wang Shuang lowered his head and kowtowed, his forehead slamming into the floor.

"I’m sorry. I was wrong."

With each apology, he bowed his head.

The room was silent; even their breathing was quiet, all eyes fixed on the scene.

Fan Xiong said nothing. Li Chong remained silent.

Gnashing his teeth, Wang Shuang, utterly humiliated, kowtowed again and again.

He kowtowed a full hundred times.

His forehead was covered in blood.

"I’ve kowtowed a hundred times—is that enough?" Wang Shuang climbed to his feet.

Ye Tianci’s eyes narrowed. "If kneeling and apologizing solved everything, there’d be no hatred left in the world. If you wish to leave, break your own arm."

Wang Shuang raged. "You’re playing me!"

"You’ll do it yourself, or I’ll have Coach Fan help you," Ye Tianci said coldly.

"Kid! Even with Master Li behind you, don’t go too far. I’m no pushover!"

"Ah!!"

As soon as Wang Shuang finished his threat, he was sent flying with a cry of pain.

Li Chong stood coldly to the side, domineering—he had struck him.

Wang Shuang got up, gritted his teeth, and slapped himself.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

He struck himself over ten times, his cheeks swollen, blood seeping from his lips, as wretched as one could be.

"Master Li, I truly know I was wrong, please have mercy!"

"I’m a martial artist. If I break my arm, I’m ruined!" Wang Shuang pleaded.

Li Chong snorted. "You’re already betraying Zhenjiang to join Lingjiang. Why should I show mercy?"

His gaze chilled. He nodded to Fan Xiong.

Fan Xiong rushed forward, and with a swift motion—

"Crack!"

Wang Shuang’s right arm was broken with a single, brutal blow.