The news of Zhou Hong being apprehended by the dean quickly spread to the television station, which promptly dispatched reporters. Within two hours, all news media in Jinzhou City were reporting on the incident. More and more people from society flocked to the Jinzhou University sports field.
Zhou Hong stood on the rostrum, bored, waiting. Two hours had passed, and Yan Fengcheng had still not arrived. Zhou Hong was growing impatient. Just as his patience was wearing thin, a car appeared in the distance. The car's license plate was from the provincial capital.
"A car from the provincial capital is here. Could it be Yan Fengcheng?" Many people at the scene turned their gaze towards the vehicle. The sports field, both inside and out, was filled with at least fifty to sixty thousand people, if not seventy to eighty thousand.
"Make way, Yan Fengcheng is here!" At this moment, the driver of the car rolled down the window and shouted, and the crowd immediately parted, clearing a path. Upon hearing that Yan Fengcheng had arrived, everyone's hearts were filled with admiration. The reason so many had gathered at Jinzhou University was not out of sympathy for Zhou Hong, nor to bid him farewell, but to witness the provincial youth prodigy, Yan Fengcheng, up close. A photo with him would be something they could brag about for a lifetime.
"Yan Fengcheng, Yan Fengcheng…!" Many fans at the scene, before even seeing Yan Fengcheng emerge from the car, were already raising their arms and shouting, expressing their adoration. On the rostrum, Zhou Hong smiled slightly. He had finally arrived. If he hadn't, Zhou Hong would have lost his temper. The dean also quickly stood up, looking at the car with excitement in his eyes.
A dozen seconds later, the car drove directly to the front of the rostrum. Amidst the cheers of countless people, a young man alighted from the car. This young man was none other than Yan Fengcheng. Although many had never seen him in person, they were very familiar with his photograph.
"Yan Fengcheng, Yan Fengcheng." The crowd at the scene became even more excited upon seeing Yan Fengcheng's true face, shouting even louder. One might have thought it was a celebrity fan meeting.
"Alright, everyone, please be quiet. I am here today to deal with a beast. After I'm done with this beast, I will naturally have time to say a few words to you all," Yan Fengcheng said, raising his hand to signal for quiet. The crowd indeed ceased their shouts.
At this moment, the dean rushed forward and, under everyone's gaze, knelt before Yan Fengcheng. "Junior, Dean of Jinzhou University's Martial Cultivation Academy, pays respects to senior Yan Fengcheng." The dean then kowtowed several times, as if afraid others wouldn't know his sincerity, even causing a bloody imprint on his forehead.
"You are the dean?"
"Indeed, I am."
"Good. I have already heard that you personally apprehended Zhou Hong, this beast, and had him wait here for me to deal with," Yan Fengcheng said with satisfaction, looking at the dean.
"It is junior's fortune to be able to share your worries, senior. Zhou Hong, this beast, is already bound on the rostrum, awaiting your judgment," the dean declared loudly.
"Good, I will remember this favor." The dean was overjoyed, feeling incredibly excited. It seemed his decision was the right one.
Meanwhile, Zhou Hong on the rostrum shook his head. Originally, Zhou Hong had no intention of dealing with the dean. Although the dean had him tied up, Zhou Hong could understand. However, the dean should not have tried to curry favor with Yan Fengcheng by calling him a beast.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yan Fengcheng strode onto the rostrum and looked coldly at Zhou Hong.
"Beast, how arrogant you were on the phone earlier. Now, show me some of that arrogance!" Yan Fengcheng said disdainfully.
"How do you plan to deal with me?" Zhou Hong asked.
"What do you think? I traveled all the way from the provincial capital. If I don't cripple you, how can I salvage my reputation?" Yan Fengcheng seemed to have no intention of killing Zhou Hong. After all, with his status, killing Zhou Hong would be as easy as flipping his hand, but it would also invite gossip. Therefore, Yan Fengcheng planned to cripple Zhou Hong, to send him from heaven to hell. He would be worse than an ordinary person, needing a wheelchair to move, and live the rest of his life in regret. This was far more satisfying than killing him.
"Haha, what a big statement."
"You can still laugh? Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will make you a cripple worse than an ordinary person." With that, Yan Fengcheng wasted no more time. Someone of Zhou Hong's level, if not for infuriating him, he wouldn't even spare a glance. To even look at him would be a loss for him.
Yan Fengcheng immediately swung a kick towards Zhou Hong's thigh. If this kick landed, Zhou Hong's legs would be completely crippled. However, in the next second, Zhou Hong instantly clamped down on Yan Fengcheng's incoming leg.
"Ah!" Yan Fengcheng felt his leg instantly trapped by Zhou Hong. He was stunned, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
"You want to make me a cripple? Fine. I'll make you a cripple too, someone who will live in pain for their entire life, someone even an ordinary person can bully," Zhou Hong said. He then squeezed Yan Fengcheng's legs and violently twisted.
"Ah." Yan Fengcheng let out a scream. His leg was ruthlessly broken by Zhou Hong. To be precise, it was dislocated, exposing a piece of white bone. Zhou Hong picked up Yan Fengcheng's broken leg and then violently threw it into the sky. Everyone only saw it fly upwards; no one knew where it landed.
Everyone present was dumbfounded, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. The previously powerful Yan Fengcheng had instantly lost a leg.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Yan Fengcheng wailed in pain, asking in disbelief.
"Yan Fengcheng, I'll be frank. I received guidance from a master. My strength is just a little bit stronger than yours, but no one knows it yet. My current martial cultivation realm has reached eighty-third stage Warrior. I heard you are at eighty-second stage Warrior. I'm sorry, I just happen to be one stage higher than you," Zhou Hong said with a smile.
Everyone present was stunned, seemingly unable to believe that only a few weeks ago at the Martial Cultivation Competition, Zhou Hong was only at the forty-something stage Warrior. In such a short time, he had made such rapid progress to reach the eighty-third stage Warrior.
What was even more agonizing for Yan Fengcheng was that Zhou Hong, who was clearly one stage higher than him, had been feigning weakness.
"Zhou Hong, you shameless bastard!" Yan Fengcheng cried out, filled with resentment. Zhou Hong was one stage higher than him, yet younger. This meant Zhou Hong's martial cultivation talent was superior. He feared that after today, Zhou Hong would also enter the provincial youth prodigy list, and rank higher than him. The once immensely proud Yan Fengcheng suddenly felt he had no capital for pride in front of Zhou Hong. What was even more infuriating was that he had now been crippled by Zhou Hong, his leg broken. He was now a cripple.