Tim Wang's expression grew tense. Although he was stronger than Mason Zhang, his strength wasn't overwhelming—he couldn't defeat Mason with the ease Ian Song had just shown. In other words, he might not be a match for this newcomer either.
Thinking of this, he started to regret provoking the newcomer.
However, he was now riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He had to fight the newcomer—otherwise, word would get out that he'd backed down from a newbie without even trying, which would be humiliating. Even Mason Zhang would lose respect for him.
"Junior Huang, it was all just a misunderstanding before. Why don't we sit down and talk...?"
Before he could finish, Tim Wang suddenly lunged at Ian Song and struck at his chest with his palm.
His hand crackled with lightning, and each swing produced a rumbling thunder—this was the sixth-grade martial art he'd worked hard to learn: Little Sky Thunder Palm.
Anyone hit by the Little Sky Thunder Palm would be paralyzed, unable to move for a while.
Just as his palm was about to hit Ian Song's chest, a cruel smile appeared on Tim Wang's face. Sure, sneak attacks were a little shameful, but compared to getting beaten, who cared?
"Pop!"
Tim Wang's Little Sky Thunder Palm landed squarely on Ian Song's body.
For a moment, his smile grew even wider. But then it froze—his palm didn't feel like it had hit a person, but rather empty air.
Sure enough, the 'Ian Song' he'd struck shattered and vanished into thin air.
"Oh no!"
Realizing he'd only hit an afterimage, Tim Wang's face changed dramatically. He lunged forward and swung a palm behind him, suspecting Ian Song had slipped to his rear.
Unfortunately, that strike also hit nothing.
"Are you looking for me?"
Suddenly, a teasing voice came from above his head.
"Go to hell!"
Tim Wang gathered his strength in both palms and slammed upward toward the top of his head.
Boom!
A huge burst of energy exploded, and Ian Song landed several meters away, watching Tim Wang—whose sleeves had been blasted apart and whose legs were sunk deep into the ground—with playful eyes.
Senior Wang, do you admit defeat?
Tim Wang forcibly swallowed the blood in his throat, his face turning even paler. He said sullenly:
Fine, I'm not as skilled as you. I admit defeat.
In that case, hand over your room!
Alright!
Tim Wang nodded in resignation, though a venomous look flashed in his eyes.
Not long after Ian Song moved into the big room, Yoon Zhengyang, Tianyi, Kurt Kou, and three others arrived together.
Ian Song led them straight into the big room.
Wow, Junior Song, how did you move into the big room so quickly?" Yoon Zhengyang exclaimed with envy.
Ian Song smiled, "I was forced into it."
Oh? What happened?" Yoon Zhengyang and the others grew interested.
So Ian Song briefly explained how Tim Wang and Mason Zhang had provoked him, only to end up getting disciplined themselves.
After hearing the story, Yoon Zhengyang couldn't help but laugh, "Those two really shot themselves in the foot. They thought you were easy to bully just because you're at the eighth layer of Qi-Refining, but little did they know, you've killed Grandmasters even at that level!"
After some casual conversation, everyone headed to the cafeteria for a meal.
The academy has special recharge stations—just deposit silver into the crystal card, and you can use it anywhere on campus that requires payment.
Earlier, when Ian Song went to buy bedding, he deposited ten thousand taels into his card.
The academy cafeteria's food is quite plentiful, and all prices are clearly marked.
Since everyone was new and didn't realize how precious silver was, they ordered a huge table of dishes and several bottles of good wine.
Just as everyone was eating and drinking happily...
A tall young man arrived, leading a group of people.
Are you Leon Huang?
He gave Ian Song a playful look.
Senior, what can I do for you?
Ian Song slowly put down his wine cup and looked at the newcomer.
Liam Liang continued, "You've got a good temperament, but you're a bit too arrogant. Tim Wang and Mason Zhang are my people. You beat them, so give me an explanation!"
What kind of explanation do you want?" Ian Song asked calmly.
Liam Liang held up two fingers, "You have two choices. One, compensate them five thousand taels of silver and apologize publicly. Two, defeat Hugh Xu and we'll call it even."
What if I choose neither?" Ian Song asked.
Then you'll face endless trouble! Let me give you some advice—keep a low profile when you first arrive at the academy. The waters here run deep! There are plenty of newcomers like you, but most end up in a bad way.