So he only went as far as necessary; if the other person truly had malicious intent and a murderous heart, Luo Yu would not hesitate to beat him up on the spot.
According to his temperant, it didn’t matter if the principal was there, not even the Heavenly King Laozi would make a difference.
However, speaking of which, if he had a legitimate reason to kill his opponent, Shi Kai would have clapped and cheered instead of holding him accountable.
This was the prestige of a God’s Child, respect and privilege earned through strength.
Li Zhenyue didn’t imdiately jump off the arena; instead, he took a deep breath facing Luo Yu’s back, seeming to have made so difficult decision.
"I’ve lost," he said.
"I am utterly convinced by my defeat."
"From now on, I can follow you and obey your orders."
This scene stunned the students below because, regardless of the rumors they had heard before or Li Zhenyue’s proud deanor today, he was soone defiant and full of absolute pride, subordinate to no one.
Yet such a man was now expressing his submission to another young man?
And this ant he was preparing to beco Xia Luo’s subordinate?
A man destined for limitless prospects due to the possession of a God-Level Ancient Spirit, willing to be soone else’s subordinate, was enough to testify to Xia Luo’s strength.
"Xia Luo is going to swagger around the campus from now on," soone said.
"Of course he’ll swagger, owning Emperor Yan himself and having a subordinate who possesses Li Tianwang, that’s incredibly fierce," another added.
"War God Li Zhenyue becoming soone’s lackey, this is going to be huge news if it gets out."
"I’m so jealous, if I had such a subordinate, I’d be so cool bringing him out," soone else remarked.
"Dream on, even if you knelt down and begged him to be your dad, he wouldn’t do it, he’d be disgusted by such a lousy ’son,’" one teased.
"Ouch, that hurts; although you’re speaking the truth, could you not be so direct?" soone retorted.
Luo Yu showed no expression in response to everyone’s envy and didn’t even bother to turn around.
He casually waved his hand behind him.
"There’s no need," he said.
"Herds belong to oxen and horses, mighty beasts walk alone."
Li Zhenyue’s body shook. He was ready to offer his loyalty, and yet he was disparaged in return?
He hadn’t expected the other person to reject him, and so thoroughly at that, as if he didn’t care for him at all.
"Damn, that’s cold-hearted!"
"Xia Luo is aweso, turning away a subordinate who ca to him," exclaid a student.
"What a ruthless person, absolutely ruthless, with a swagger through the roof. I’m totally impressed by Student Xia," another praised.
"This guy really seems different from normal n," Dajiuer said, her red lips moving.
Lyu Chan, Huo Tongtian, Diao Lingluo, and Li Mushen looked at each other, feeling a strong sense of familiarity with Xia Luo’s swagger.
Last ti I saw such arrogance, it was from God’s Child, wasn’t it?
"This kid has character; I like it," said a tanned female martial artist with ear-length hair, nodding in approval.
"Hua Yourong, if I’m not mistaken, you’re still single, right?" a male instructor teased her.
"Scram, Su Peng, do you want to turn into Su Yueyue or what?" Hua Yourong said fiercely, clenching her silver teeth.
Instructor Su Peng imdiately shrank his neck, not daring to make a sound.
The esteed elder Yang Cang nodded.
"Shi Kai."
"With such a personality, Xia Luo must be guided properly. If he dedicates himself to the nation, within a decade, he will surely beco a pillar of Our Great Xia," he said.
"Elder Yang values talent; I understand," Shi Kai nodded. He could put on the airs of a principal and a First Rank Summit martial artist in front of others, but not towards this white-haired gentleman. He didn’t have the right to do so, nor could he bring himself to.
Because Elder Yang Cang had lost his wife, four sons, and one grandson, all of whom died on the battlefield defending the nation’s frontiers.
In the most chaotic tis, when Takamanopara and the Pantheon of Gods led many spirit martialists to invade Great Xia, it was the sacrifice of many predecessors that had secured today’s peace. Towards such an elder, he felt nothing but admiration and respect.
After being ruthlessly rejected, Li Zhenyue gave a wry smile and walked off the arena feeling dejected, having tasted the bitterness of defeat for once, while usually, he was the one orchestrating victories over others.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
Luo Yu was about to sit in ditation to rest, as standing on the arena for too long seed a bit dumb, making him look silly.
ditating would add to his swagger.
But then footsteps sounded below, and a Little Fatty squeezed out from the crowd, carrying a large armchair and running up quickly.
"Student Xia, please have a seat," he said.
Little Fatty placed the armchair right behind Luo Yu, ignoring the astonished gazes around him, squatted down, and vigorously wiped the seat with his sleeve several tis.
Luo Yu was montarily bewildered.
This... He didn’t even know this Little Fatty, and looking at the other’s earnest diligence, as well as the chair behind him.
He twitched his mouth, really wanting to ask.
Buddy, the principal and instructors are watching, along with over nine hundred students and the broadcast. Are you really okay with losing face like this?
"Student Xia, you were just too aweso earlier. I look up to you with the utmost admiration. How could a great hero like you sit on the ground? You must sit higher!" The little fatty’s face turned red, his eyes seemingly sparkling with little stars.
Luo Yu didn’t feel much while fighting just now.
But now, he suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
Where on earth did this oddball co from?
It’s like a social prowess syndro. Not afraid of blushing, huh? Lyu Chan and he seed like amateurs in comparison.
Since the other party had brought up the seat, Luo Yu still sat down.
After sitting down, the little fatty smiled even more brilliantly, "Big Brother Xia, let give you a back massage. I’m a professional at this."
Luo Yu was speechless for a mont.
God damn professional.
You’re here to attend Martial University, not to give massages.
Those who can get into Martial University are all the proud children of heaven who have left behind tales of their genius. It can’t be that they’re working part-ti at spas every day giving massages.
Before he had a chance to refuse, the little fatty had already co over and started gently pounding on his back.
Well, it was actually quite comfortable. Luo Yu silently praised in his mind and closed his eyes.
Everyone watching the scene on the stage didn’t know where to start with their criticism.
This just looked ridiculous!
Where was the self-respect befitting the pride of a provincial Martial University? Didn’t he care for his dignity?
Flipping heck, just fawning over him, huh?
This bootlicking rank isn’t just high; even Boiling Sheep would have to hand you a cigarette, Two-Faced Turtle would have to offer you incense and call you Ancestor, and Black Little Tiger would have to bow down to you.
Shi Kai looked helpless.
This...
Looking at the little fatty’s worthlessness, it was purely the sha of Sichuan Province Martial University.
But there’s no denying, this little fatty sure took the broader road.
"Outrageous, just too outrageous."
"Are students nowadays all like this?" Hua Yourong clicked her tongue in astonishnt.
"Different people have different ways of survival. As long as they are loyal to Our Great Xia, they’re all good kids," said Yang Cang, chuckling, not minding the little fatty’s undignified actions in the least.
On the stage, the little fatty ignored the disdainful looks around him, concentrating on massaging Luo Yu.
He, Cheng Jinjin, didn’t need to explain his actions to anyone throughout his life.
Opportunities always co to those who are prepared. If he didn’t keep up with such a master now, he might not even have the chance to look up to him in the future.
One day, he would loudly tell others, what’s wrong with being a strong man’s dog?
Woof!
Woof woof!!
As the night grew deeper, the spacious martial arts field lit up one lamp after another, brightly illuminated and bustling with noise.
The other stages also had battles unfolding one after another.
But none of them could stir up as much excitent as Luo Yu’s battle.
"Okay, that’s enough," Luo Yu said, opening his eyes and addressing the little fatty who had been massaging his back diligently without complaint.
"Okay," the little fatty quickly stopped his hands and fell silent.
"You can go now," Luo Yu said indifferently.
"Alright, Brother Luo," the little fatty replied with a smile, showing no grievance, and walked straight out.
Luo Yu’s mouth curved up, finding the little fatty kind of interesting.
"What’s your na?"
The little fatty turned around, humbly replying, "Cheng Jinjin. My Ancient Spirit is Cheng Yaojin, but my strength is average, I only know the Three-Axe Technique."
Luo Yu nodded.
"Cheng Jinjin, huh? I’ll rember that."
"Alright!" The little fatty’s face lit up with joy, excited to the point that even his flesh seed to tremble.
Luo Yu thought for a mont. If he rembered correctly, among the divine abilities he inherited, there was also an axe technique, but it was just a simple move.
However, he was not yet able to use it.
He stood up from his seat and stretched lazily.
His gaze swept over the other stages.
Getting second place was not his goal. He had bet a bunch of points...
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